A Firesign Chat
07/10/2014




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 July 10, 2014 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| 7:55 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 **'
||||||||| Outside, the 7:56 PM uptown bus from Billville pulls away, leaving Rufus_T_Firetween coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
||||||||| 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 leads D James in through the front door at 8:40 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
||||||||| ktuf tiptoes in around 8:40 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident."
||||||||| lily enters at 8:41 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Chapeau Manger.
lily: hi D James DJTweeny ktuf
DJTweeny: Hi ktuf, lily, D James
||||||||| 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) **'
lily: and tween hello
DJTweeny: Merlyn fixed the problem with the links :)
lily: on your mark get set wait
DJTweeny: lol
||||||||| cat sneaks in around 8:48 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
DJTweeny: Dear Friends this evening, so all these songs are about friendship
DJTweeny: Hey cat
lily: raspberry cookies and cherry cola
DJTweeny: Which powerful computer motor you will to be using this evening, cat?
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "8:49 PM and late as usual, it's AllNightImages, just back from Dallas."
DJTweeny: should satisfy your sugar craving, lily
cat: this one doesnt work
DJTweeny: Hi AllNightImages
cat: at least for sound i tried the dishnuts site as well as still no sound. ok, i'll go find the mac
AllNightImages: howdy
lily: sugar is our friend
DJTweeny: our sweet friend
cat: not so much, lily
lily: well its in everything
DJTweeny: More Sugar!
cat: more sugar was a complaint, not an ad
||||||||| Catherwood leads dklein into the room, accepts a jar of pennies as a gratuity, mutters something about 8:53 PM, then departs.
DJTweeny: Hi deklein
||||||||| "8:53 PM? 8:53 PM!!" says Catherwood, "''Bob'' should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as ''Bob'' enters and sits on the couch.
DJTweeny: Hi Bob
||||||||| Outside, the 8:54 PM downtown bus from Elmertown pulls away, leaving cat 2 coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
''Bob'': Hiya Tweeny!
''Bob'': I saw the post on Facebook in time, for a change. :)
||||||||| NancyKat steps in at 8:55 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
lily: funny bob
DJTweeny: Hi NancyKat
''Bob'': It like FB purposely waits to show me until the next day or something...
NancyKat: Hi, DJTweeny...and all...first time here...
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "8:56 PM and late as usual, it's EWeston, just back from Elmertown."
lily: welcome Nancy Kat
EWeston: Hey Tweeny and folks. Hope Dex ran the negative force to ground
NancyKat: Fangs, lily...good to be here...good to be anywhere...i guess...I think this obsidian doorknocker is yours, Catherwood...
||||||||| Catherwood strides alongside NancyKat and mumbles "Would you like something?"
||||||||| "8:57 PM? 8:57 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Liver should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Liver enters and sits on the couch.
cat: hi other cat
||||||||| "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: Hello live, cocktails for all catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood snubs lily
NancyKat: MORE SUGAR! LOL...No, Catherwood...i'm fine...you see, i have...A PICKLE!
||||||||| Catherwood snubs NancyKat
Liver: So how di I get the streaming?
||||||||| shoes for the dead enters at 8:58 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Hat Pack Annex.
cat: it's amazing i still have a liver.
shoes for the dead: howdy
cat: maybe that's You, like Gogol's story The Nose
Liver: That liver is ME! Give me back!!
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:59 PM and Nabby bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
EWeston: T'Shoes
NancyKat: Make mine a Shirley Temple...and a Vodka Gimlet for my dog, ruth...
shoes for the dead: Nabby
lily: who needs liver when you have steak
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, July 10, 2014 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
Nabby: Howdy
EWeston: But what's at steak here?
shoes for the dead: eggs
NancyKat: And the crowd goeth wild...yea....High Steaks...Pot fed bovine?
cat: hii nab. mac works fine, tween
EWeston: No witches at steak then.
DJTweeny: Hi Nabby, shoes, Liver, EW
Nabby: Cheerio
Nabby: Hi Tween
DJTweeny: kewl cat
EWeston: Nabbster
cat: good one, nancy
||||||||| "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!"
NancyKat: EW-I should hope not! *Hides her broom*...
Nabby: EW
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “DEAR FRIENDS” - 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/firtheatdear.html **'
lily: phillys best hot cheese
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "9:02 PM and late as usual, it's dude, just back from Elmertown."
Liver: I found it! I have this on vinyl but haven't play it in ears! flashback > pfff<
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "9:02 PM and late as usual, it's Beet, just back from Billville."
EWeston: My cat ate my broom
Nabby: yea
Beet: Classic material
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “DEAR FRIENDS” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=bdb-ln and http://www.allmusic.com/album/dear-friends-mw0000074648
NancyKat: cat..ahfang you, i'm on till 10, tip your waitstaff...try the tilapia...
DJTweeny: Hi dude, Beet
Liver: your cat is your broom
Beet: Howdy evryone!
''Bob'': We still have a battered vinyl copy in the stacks at WCNI. :)
cat: a friend sent me this when it came out. i was living in Yamagata, not far from the more recently earthquaked zone
||||||||| "9:03 PM? 9:03 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Lil should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Lil enters and sits on the couch.
lily: straw cat
Nabby: hi Beet
EWeston: I'll try the tip of an old hat
DJTweeny: Hi Lil
Beet: Hi Nab
shoes for the dead: hey Lil
lily: wish I had more cookies
cat: lily, lil, now we need a Lil E.
EWeston: Hey you try and set on my cat, without health coverage
Nabby: oh lily and lil hi
NancyKat: cookies...
lily: Hi Nabby
Lil: You can call me Nancy
Lil: Hi gang
||||||||| 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: To all derivations of "Lil" hello
cat: we already have a nancy. susan underhilll?
EWeston: Any change of Blubber showing up?
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Merlyn into the room, accepts three dimes as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:05 PM, then departs.
Nabby: Everyone knew...
Liver: love is a nose & you better not pick it!
Nabby: a salt filled pancake
lily: If I changed my name I would not know me
cat: hi merl
lily: Hi Beet
NancyKat: betty jo bialoski...
Nabby: hey Merlyn
DJTweeny: Hi Merlyn
EWeston: Love is a pickett free zone
cat: i change my name every week on chat.
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
Nabby: goodnight John Boy
||||||||| 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!"
Lil: Not bad, but will keep Lil for now, else I'll confuse myself
NancyKat: lily...true...
Nabby: Jubilee!
cat: i need 2 computers to listen and type so i need to names at least
Merlyn: hey djtweeny
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "9:06 PM and late as usual, it's General Dysfunction, just back from Maple Heights."
DJTweeny: Hi General
Nabby: what?
Liver: Salude, General!
EWeston: General functions, are resumed
Liver: Hour the troops?
Beet: b> tween is blue
General Dysfunction: Hi, just got back from the chemical xchange
EWeston: Hot
||||||||| Happy tiptoes in around 9:07 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident."
Nabby: true blue
Nabby: hi Gen
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Elayne in through the front door at 9:07 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
DJTweeny: Hi Happy
Beet: how did I do that?
Liver: Nice beakers there, General
DJTweeny: Hey Elayne
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “DEAR FRIENDS” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=bdb-ln and http://www.allmusic.com/album/dear-friends-mw0000074648
Elayne: Even in' all!
cat: HI El
General Dysfunction: honk honk
EWeston: We've bagged an Elayne too!
cat: hope all is well with you
shoes for the dead: hey El
Nabby: did they hang that ath--oh hi Elayne
cat: I had one of the best days ever today. And now here you are
''Bob'': You're not a bag, Elayne.
Liver: Oh carp! There's someone at the door! I must
lily: Elayne hi
Beet: Hi E
EWeston: She shapes one well
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
cat: Maybe the best squid ever. Also took 150 pix, most great.
lily: ccat do tell
NancyKat: Time machine
NancyKat: pickle
Elayne: So now I'm the old bag... Well yeah, it's a faair cop...
Beet: Mr. Foster Freeze
cat: also some inspiring art at the art gallery
shoes for the dead: how do ya shape a well?
EWeston: What you do to bags is probably, illegal
General Dysfunction: how do ya?
Liver: A well? I can dig it!!
||||||||| "9:09 PM? 9:09 PM!!" says Catherwood, "DadSir2U should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as DadSir2U enters and sits at the bar.
cat: i'll post the pix i like best to my blog, www.seemrealland.blogspot.com
Elayne: Cat, did DocTech get back to you red the Skyping? He completely forgot to tell me about it
Nabby: she can dig it
||||||||| It's 9:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| ktuf - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
cat: also a review of the squid.
EWeston: You shape a well with the common, or garden twerk
cat: no el. i'm sure y'all had a great time in conn.
DJTweeny: Hi DadSir
Elayne: We had a great time visiting them
shoes for the dead: not the hybrid?
NancyKat: EW...ohe...you mean a hoe...
Liver: lookit the grouse!!
EWeston: Freezes my John every time
cat: enjoy the brirdgeport festivities?
Elayne: DocTech's friend Mark, who lives in the next town over, put on a great fireworks show
||||||||| Catherwood leads dabney into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, grumbles something about 9:11 PM, then departs.
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Mystic Ct. close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 9:11 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the Aviary.
cat: yes i met him
shoes for the dead: barebating
cat: and his wife. their daughter was in university in LA when i was there 5 years ago. must have graduated by now
Elayne: I'm not typing as fast on this iPad as I do from my desktop. bRB
||||||||| "Hey Elayne!" ... Elayne turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 9:12 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
Nabby: hi dad and dab
EWeston: Like nude batting?
''Bob'': Put some lipstick on that pig.
EWeston: And gloss man
NancyKat: Rouge as well?
cat: that's not a pig, that's a cosmetics executive
shoes for the dead: no, just stand it
lily: snout makeup
Liver: It's stlii a pig, Sarah.
EWeston: An if we wanna put eyeliner on a pig...I'll bring the camera
EWeston: Snot here?
DJTweeny: Hi dabney, Mystic
lily: in a ear
shoes for the dead: snot there either
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
NancyKat: Are we gonna go whole hog on this one with a dress and accessories?
EWeston: Watta a rush!
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Elayne close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 9:15 PM tree-stunting plans, and rushes off to the anteroom.
Elayne: Back
EWeston: Do not put a corsette on a pig
Nabby: no pants on pigs
lily: it takes a lotta nail polish to do those toes
Elayne: "It doesn't do a thing for the corset, and it just annoys the pig"
Nabby: welcome back E
EWeston: Porky showd the way
shoes for the dead: or a dress on a boar
NancyKat: EW because of backfat/fatback/
Elayne: I couldn't read the conversation and comment at the same time using my little mini iPad, this desktop is much better for things like that
Elayne: I type faster on it, too
Elayne: Say, where's Dex? I haven't seen him around lately.
EWeston: It really confuses their sex life...GOOT!
Nabby: I ds tyoo
lily: I will get it wrong every time
Nabby: blb
DJTweeny: Yeah, Dex didn't make it last week either
cat: i hope dex is well.
cat: how are doc and lily and their cats, el?
||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!"
lily: I have a pussy not a pussy
shoes for the dead: i see the precedent was in your town, Tween
||||||||| 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!"
''Bob'': When is a pussy not a pussy? Very zen.
Elayne: Cat, all are well. Kahlo is 18 years old and he's still going strong.
Elayne: We only saw him and Cocteau. And the white one, um, Pollack I think.
cat: our cats are only 10 and will probably live on. our 12 year old Icy, on the other paw....
Elayne: Seurat I think I caught a glimpse of, and the other one whose artist-name I forget was nowhere in sight.
Nabby: lick a boot
EWeston: Good for Kahlo, I've had a few last as long
Elayne: Our Amy is 17-1/2
Elayne: Datsa lasted until almost age 20.
Elayne: I still miss him, he's been 2 years since he died.
Nabby: I lost two last year....18 and 15
cat: Lily and Doc seemed in good spirits?
cat: I remember meeting Datsa twice, El.
Nabby: Still have Steve (5) and now Spooky (3)
EWeston: Had a Lynx point and three of her kids last to around 20
Elayne: Oh, Lili's doing great, she's excited about going back to Oklahoma to visit family and have some sort of school reunion.
lily: I have been in with my muse
Elayne: And Doc just finished one assignment and is starting on another, he seems pretty happy with stuff at work.
cat: good to hear
cat: are you doing new painting, lily?
Elayne: i'm delighted with stuff on my job. I think I'll fit into the KPMG culture pretty well. Lots and lots of systems to learn though. Steep learning curve!
lily: yes did three last week
Elayne: And Robin, as usual, could use more work.
cat: but you're more than capable of learning them
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:21 PM and Principalpoop waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
shoes for the dead: PP
DJTweeny: Hey P
EWeston: Yow Pooper
Beet: hi poop
Principalpoop: 666
EWeston: No I just put one out
Principalpoop: we are not on anybodys foodchain
cat: i was really inspired by the pix i took today. the more windows the better in this town, though most of the new buildings have construction zone exclusion zones
cat: hey poop
shoes for the dead: 'cept the synthetic chinchillas
EWeston: We are on somebodies fool chain. Chain chain chain!
||||||||| papoon enters at 9:23 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Hat Pack Annex.
DadSir2U: chain of food
||||||||| 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."
cat: go into here later: i recall this wasn't allowed to be played because of that line
shoes for the dead: chain of fools
Principalpoop: was that sly and the family stone?
NancyKat: Synthetic chinchilla coats?
EWeston: Yer candidatehood
cat: the family that's stoned together, is indeed
Principalpoop: the matterhorn learning curve, don't look down
EWeston: Athretha I think
shoes for the dead: Martha Reeves
cat: anaheim matterhorn, poop?
Principalpoop: myretha or youretha?
cat: so much less scary than later Space Mt ride
||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Mystic Ct. - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| dabney - dead from measles
||||||||| Liver - dead from the common cold
||||||||| dude - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Merlyn - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Happy - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Principalpoop: I think it is in the alps, the originial but yes
NancyKat: I prefer a Ship of Fools, thay're Gratefully Dead...
EWeston: Whats the problem with Matterhorn Kansas
Beet: it was arethra
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!
Nabby: Oops there they go
EWeston: An you keep yer urethera to yerself
DJTweeny: me too, nancykat :)
lily: record store lol
shoes for the dead: il vino confuso
Nabby: I love Urethra Franklin
DJTweeny: lol
EWeston: But does she love you
NancyKat: Shoes, witch vintage, 1066?
cat: it's usualy made me less confused. but maybe that';s just me
Principalpoop: the first time, ever I saw your face...
NancyKat: 1969...
EWeston: Take my hand
cat: first time you heard firesign, kat?
shoes for the dead: Hasty conclusion
lily: first kiss
Beet: nobody says "hi fi" anymore
Nabby: first hot kiss
NancyKat: EW-would you offer yourself to the wolf with red roses...?
cat: only old folks like us, beet
Principalpoop: fi moved away
''Bob'': HD is the new hi fi
lily: thank god hi stayed
Nabby: hi five
EWeston: What kinda colonge is he wearing?
Principalpoop: perhaps wi fi
cat: i think i was bitten by a chinchilla in jan, 1956
cat: cute animals but damn near killed me
NancyKat: cat-well, i think i'd be dating myself, and we really should breakup, but I belive it was Bozos around age 10...?
Nabby: dang cat
Beet: I even remember "hi fi stereo"
lily: musk
EWeston: I was bitten by a bush in 2000
DJTweeny: that could be painful
shoes for the dead: was it radiated, Cat?
DJTweeny: especially if it was a blue mutant
Principalpoop: take a sample and do a carbon test?
||||||||| "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!"
NancyKat: EW i concur w/DJTweeny...
cat: people usually like to date other people, kat
DJTweeny: Weren't we all, EW
cat: i dont know, maybe tetanis? my uncle was raisng them in lompoc and i got bitten
Principalpoop: I was so younger then, I am still a child
lily: I don't want to date me I don't like me that much
EWeston: No it was a puche colored bush
Nabby: no chinchillas were harmed
DJTweeny: It had to be Lompoc
DJTweeny: (W.C. Fields)
cat: got fever of 104 and doc told me to prepare to die. i was 4. not really something i wanted to do.
Nabby: because they're synthetic
DJTweeny: 104 ain't good
Principalpoop: did you dictate a will? give your blanky to the dog?
NancyKat: cat...true, true,..but you can't break your heart...
shoes for the dead: how does a 4 year oul prepare to die?
cat: 58 1/2 years later, i live on.
shoes for the dead: old
lily: wow cat I had a unusual allergy at 5 messed me up
NancyKat: cat...it was my Mom'
NancyKat: s fault...
Principalpoop: how can a loser ever win?
EWeston: Back then life could be a series of near death experiences
cat: growing marijuana: this is now reality in washington state
Beet: They're growing marijuana in New York now
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
EWeston: Outlive everybody
||||||||| principalpoop waltzes in at 9:32 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Principalpoop: I am shocked beet
Nabby: Lucky Strike Green hit the streets
cat: we were in the process of moving to my mother's uncle's farm in southern cal but when we got there, he had just died
Beet: Amazing isn't it
Nabby: truly
cat: everywhere as always, beet, but finally in my lifetime, legally
Principalpoop: is the growning season long enough?
lily: check out time varries
shoes for the dead: don't go down to buy, Cat they won't let you in ever again
NancyKat: Nabby, please tell me you're jokin...wow...my Grandma used to smoke LS unfiltereds...
DadSir2U: medicinal pot in ny cannot be smoked. very strange law.
cat: we are welll enough supplied here, shoes.
Beet: when the stores opened in Washington they didn't have enough inventory
EWeston: Gotta inject it?
DadSir2U: osmosis, I think
shoes for the dead: skinny N.Y. joints....
DJTweeny: a Marijuana Patch?
cat: bergman didn't live long enough to see it but ossman and austin did, both wa. residents
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'Ralph', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:35 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary...
Beet: shift on your sanitary pedistals
EWeston: Throught the glass, just like high school
DJTweeny: Hi Ralph
Nabby: referencing the recording - but not in packs, rolled as such, but baggies and jars and such
||||||||| Liver enters at 9:35 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Hat Pack Annex.
Nabby: Hey Ralph
EWeston: Let me go liver
lily: catherwood please give liver a drink
||||||||| Catherwood hands liver a drink.
Principalpoop: any ads on the radio about no stems or seeds that you don't need?
DJTweeny: wb Liver
Nabby: and a rising gorge
Liver: Was I here? I'm looking for Hideo. He owes me money.
Nabby: Hi Liver again
Beet: Hello to NSA guy
cat: drinks and livers.
Liver: Hi & thanks
NancyKat: Principalpoop-Acapulco gold is some badass weed...*tears*Thanks Mom*
EWeston: He's move to Faringie
shoes for the dead: smoke and lungs
lily: NSA person? NSA perso?
Nabby: I'm mooning the NSA right now
Beet: so, Liver, you're him?
Liver: I seem to have lost my ...whatchacallit. Some help?
EWeston: They'll getcha for that Nabby
Principalpoop: foucault NSA
AllNightImages: thought we were taking turns. your turn tonight?
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “DEAR FRIENDS” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=bdb-ln and http://www.allmusic.com/album/dear-friends-mw0000074648
shoes for the dead: i can rena ya one Liver
Liver: I'm not sure who him is
cat: i lpayed this track on Japanes national radio in 74-75
EWeston: Wosname phyisigonaly thing
lily: you can fix that with a toothpick
Beet: Let's all moon together
Nabby: Well I may as well show them my good side
Principalpoop: Onion was here earlier, looking for you Liver
cat: you have a bad side, nab?
EWeston: Gang moon alter!
lily: I spend my nights jsut moooonnnin over you who
Nabby: Or my backside
DJTweeny: Lol P
Liver: If an eel loves you that's a Moray!
Nabby: I love liver and onions
DJTweeny: lol Liver
DJTweeny: good one
Liver: I had a couple of belts with Orion.
||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| papoon - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Principalpoop: the south side of a north traveling nabby, yum
Nabby: Happy birthday Tesla
lily: whadda you chopped liver
EWeston: Cheese and onion redivisionist!
cat: firesing mention tesla occasionally
General Dysfunction: sos i mean lol liver
Nabby: !!
||||||||| "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: Boom Boom Air Force Base
Principalpoop: I always pictured Tesla looking like Otto Preminger
''Bob'': This track used to be the "theme song"for my radio show for a year or two...
DJTweeny: Yes Nabby, Tesla's birthday :)
NancyKat: My bffs dog is named after Tesla...
Nabby: great Bob
EWeston: Got somthing call Van der Graft Generator
Principalpoop: Did they sing 9 miles high?
lily: coil
Nabby: loved Bowie as Tesla in The Prestige
EWeston: Fozz rock I think
cat: flick?
NancyKat: Nabby-YES
Rufus_T_Firetween: They're making a movie about Tesla, to be released next year - http://www.imdb.com/title/tt2772304/
''Bob'': Our station isn't in the Syracuse, Rome, Aswego area, but we are near a military base. Two, if you count the Coast Gaurd Academy.
Nabby: Yes
cat: they were always high at any level
Elayne: Oh, speaking of Tesla:
Elayne: http://theoatmeal.com/blog/musk_tesla_museum
Liver: I'm traveling through the GS Desert and the signal keeps faiding in & out. I think think I have Glovner's Disease!
cat: send me url, nab
Nabby: Is there a cure?
Beet: Tesla seems like a fictional superhero. Very mysterious
Principalpoop: Gibbs and Maxwell, not the one with a hammer
EWeston: The one with the demon
||||||||| 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!"
cat: i saw a really good play about him a long time ago.
cat: he liked pidgeons
Principalpoop: Farmers lung, turn on your heater
Liver: Isle bee Bach ...in my next life... adios
DJTweeny: later Liver
Principalpoop: no more calls, we have a winner, good job weston
shoes for the dead: by Liver
Beet: we're losing our liver
EWeston: Liver away!
lily: bye liver live
General Dysfunction: bye bye liver
Nabby: Donate your liver to the liver collectors club
Principalpoop: one letter away from being our lover
Nabby: bye Liver
General Dysfunction: i swoon
Beet: pserosis got him after all
lily: poops a softy
Nabby: oh cheese dancing!
DadSir2U: I ran into Highway Patrol just the other day on some unknown cablechannel
Nabby: and cheese log rolling
EWeston: In the traditional manner
DadSir2U: I;d forgotten how very low budget
cat: is that a good thing, dad?
Nabby: three cheers for the Highway Patrol
Principalpoop: car 54, where are you?
||||||||| 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!"
DadSir2U: I dunno, cat.
lily: in da bronx
||||||||| "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!"
General Dysfunction: ten four ten four ten four
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies GriddlyBear into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, grumbles something about 9:47 PM, then departs.
EWeston: With reminds me hows your mon Frank!
cat: in the past, poop. where it belongs
DJTweeny: Hi Bear
shoes for the dead: lip stiffener
General Dysfunction: my mother the car
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EWeston: Some had to mention that. Jerry was going to be Gilligan attually
cat: my car has more consciousness than my mother. and she's alive, sort of
lily: my favorite martini
Beet: it's the poop
Principalpoop: did they do a movie remake? with danny devito and keifer sutherland?
DJTweeny: sorry to hear, cat :(
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EWeston: And Elmer Fudd
cat: its ok, tween. she was never a happy human.
Principalpoop: wow, he would be a great gilligan
Nabby: that's tough cat I empathize
EWeston: That maybe a low bar Pooper
cat: 96 is a lot of years to stretch the brain's plasticity.
EWeston: Lotta change to live through
cat: keifer's grandpa Tommy Douglas was the greatest politician Canada has ever had.
lily: no kankles here
General Dysfunction: my mom's 93, but luckily still smiling, falling alot though
lily: 93 bless
cat: Thanks to him 70 years ago we have free health care and you yanks don't.,
NancyKat: I'd love to stay longer, but must get the child to bed...thank you, dear feinds, t'was wunderbar...
Principalpoop: spring for one of those buttons to put around her neck
DJTweeny: Good to see you Nancy
Elayne: Take care, Nancy! I too should go, more larnin' tomorrow! Next week, all!
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
EWeston: Comon back Nancy.
DJTweeny: see you next week
Principalpoop: ok nancy, stay groovy
General Dysfunction: got one, but how can you fix gravity
Beet: what's with breaking hips and old age?
cat: thanks for dropping buy, nancy. come again any thurs
lily: nigth nancy
||||||||| NancyKat is kicked out just as the clock strikes 9:52 PM.
shoes for the dead: by Nancy
Principalpoop: evolution is slow, we have not been standing up long enough
||||||||| At 9:52 PM, Elayne vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
EWeston: Get out your mobious wrench an whale on that law
Nabby: Bbye Nancy
Nabby: how many knees can a negro grow if a...etc.
Beet: There goes Elayne
Principalpoop: E fell out, ciao E
General Dysfunction: of course- the mobious wrench i always forget!
Nabby: woikers
Principalpoop: I always forget the amnesia ahh something
lily: gurls
cat: El comes and goes.
General Dysfunction: a bustling economy
Beet: there's someone who can help with that - Dr., uh
EWeston: I like to break bricks at the factory, till they run me off.
shoes for the dead: go see Dr. umm.....
||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| dklein - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| principalpoop - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Ralph - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Liver - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Principalpoop: lol
lily: rock rock
Principalpoop: wait, I am not dead
Beet: Doctor, uhhh
Nabby: haha these 4 or 5 guys are crazee
shoes for the dead: you beat the reaper!!
EWeston: You trust your judgement on this?
Nabby: he just smells funny
General Dysfunction: how could they say you were dead when you...i forget
Principalpoop: what do I win?
cat: we are happy about that, poop
EWeston: Puts me full of mirth
cat: have any of you read Germinal? I'm sure some of this come from that French novel
Principalpoop: a miracle, I am reborn, everybody touch their screen, and send me money hehe
Nabby: mirth and levity
Beet: makes one want to take up the mining profession
Nabby: moon worms!!
EWeston: Got this old Roman bitcoin
lily: money sent poop
General Dysfunction: i touch and send, is it there yet?
Nabby: i sent something else
Principalpoop: it will be returned 10 fold, so sayeth the lord
cat: We have a friend who is a mining executive, trying to open a mine in Chile now but the culture there refused to believe a woman could be a boss
EWeston: Pungent!
lily: did my boobs jsut grow
Principalpoop: They never met my mom
Beet: you mean they can?
cat: did you just try some Booby Chew, Lily? I thought that was fictional
lily: lol
EWeston: You need an out side authority on this?
General Dysfunction: mine are over there now...what the
Nabby: lol
lily: I just put my hand on the screen lol'
Nabby: http://youtu.be/bHtljLTSBAw
shoes for the dead: ya but tenfolded boobs?
||||||||| Mayor P'nisnose strides up to the podium and speaks: "My fellow Armenians, if you have questions about exorcism, buy the new book "EXORCISM IN YOUR DAILY LIFE", now on sale. Incidentally, so is my vote."
EWeston: Estrogen TV
Principalpoop: I always wanted boobs I could grab whenever I wanted. be careful what you wish for
Nabby: boobs? count me in
cat: your screen is laughing?
Beet: All women all the time
General Dysfunction: lol
lily: got it nabby lol right
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
EWeston: We are all women. Some of us just mutated
cat: boobs can count?
Nabby: golly gamma ray
lily: i like one of mine better than the other
shoes for the dead: i like this cartoon
Principalpoop: but have you ever called somebody a boob?
General Dysfunction: just ask one
EWeston: Jealous boobs?
Nabby: each one has a different personality
lily: ass yes
cat: that's so 18th century, poop
Nabby: i do too shoes
Principalpoop: it has been so long, I forget if I prefer the left or right, sigh
cat: my wife has different names for her breasts.
Beet: do they ever talk to each other?
Nabby: see!
lily: look under your belt
cat: in the brain of evry male they do, beet
General Dysfunction: or talk behind their backs, kinda
shoes for the dead: urinate through the keyhole
EWeston: Mybe under the influence of a Blue Moss
Principalpoop: lie on your back and have armpit warmers
lily: under your arm pitz
General Dysfunction: what means blue moss
cat: urinating through the window: i had trouble in Van and many other radio stations couldnt play this track because of that line
Beet: breasts under my belt. novel idea
Nabby: aliens like the blue moss
||||||||| 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: Some one said if guys had boobs, they'd be squirting each other
lily: beet boobs for thought
Nabby: Walter?
Nabby: Jerry?
cat: have you been to the Prada in Madrid?
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 10:03 PM, dragging Happy by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
Nabby: that's really out EW
Principalpoop: happy is here
shoes for the dead: thanks for the mamaries
General Dysfunction: t for texas
Beet: I have been to the Prada. Neat place
General Dysfunction: only one...oh shoot
cat: Thre's a painting of, probably Maryt squirting milk out of one of her tits. My wife laughted hystericaly and the Spanish women in the room were very angry about her reaction
EWeston: Yah drunk bored and watching a slow game. What cha gonna do?
Nabby: Fred and Barney
Principalpoop: I like to prada around the house in something light and bouncy
Beet: I missed the squirting tit
cat: my 2nd favourite painting is in the Prada. Velasquez's Las Maninas.
shoes for the dead: poop feels pretty
EWeston: And it missed you too
Nabby: Walter and Jerry
cat: My fave is in the Louvre, Joseph the Carpenter by De La Tour
EWeston: An Eric Charles
Principalpoop: gotta be quick, duck when she squints
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 10:05 PM, dragging doublebarker by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this web surfer?"
Beet: Anything by Van Gogh
General Dysfunction: 27? i heard it was 28, guess it depends the state
Nabby: Go man van gogh
DJTweeny: Hi barker
EWeston: Low woffer
Beet: a riot of color
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EWeston: Come hither conestoga
Nabby: hey doubleB
General Dysfunction: oh mang
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
doublebarker: Dexter Doublebarker attempting enrollment in the funnynames club.
Nabby: deja voodoo
EWeston: And bless your funny name
lily: who do
Principalpoop: our dexter?
cat: Wash and Colorado has made this predictive
General Dysfunction: that you do so well
Nabby: who? who?
shoes for the dead: hear hear
cat: can i purchase 27 grams please?
||||||||| 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: Do wah diddy
DJTweeny: The Fong is in Baltimore?
General Dysfunction: what? what?
Beet: I alwais wanted to see the Adult Bookstore Motel
DJTweeny: according to Nino, that's where Barker is
General Dysfunction: Machine Gun Kelly was a simple man
doublebarker: TY EWeson
Principalpoop: Hotel
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
EWeston: Its in a plain brown bag
Nabby: why? why?
Nabby: Diddy wah do wah wah
EWeston: Postal regs
Beet: lol
Nabby: honk
lily: when?when?
EWeston: Then then
Principalpoop: what is all this brouhaha?
shoes for the dead: hex on the mex
General Dysfunction: ha ha
Happy: Catherwood, unhand my foot if you don't want to be the next notch in my Glock...
||||||||| Catherwood hands to be the next notch in my glock.
Nabby: ha? ha?
EWeston: Its about so tall
||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| GriddlyBear - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
''Bob'': ha ha ha
cat: i was in the vancouver art gallery today so i'
shoes for the dead: and about this wide
Principalpoop: cough cough
cat: i'm thinking about painting more than usual
doublebarker: I've lost my little chromium switch here among the superstitious people
General Dysfunction: and about whatwe're talking about
Nabby: kaff
EWeston: And its about this country
Nabby: what are we talking about
EWeston: Keef?
General Dysfunction: about what
Beet: kafka
General Dysfunction: i was born an american
cat: hi double. the switch can be easily found. just look for it on highway 61
Principalpoop: try wallpaper this time cat
Nabby: I love Benjamin Franklin
shoes for the dead: illuminati
EWeston: Coucus's
||||||||| 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."
cat: actor or hash?
General Dysfunction: he's shocking
doublebarker: I was borrrd ad Abericad....
EWeston: Man or myth?
Nabby: Myth or mythuth?
General Dysfunction: YOU decide
cat: bored is easily cured, double. listen to firesign.
Principalpoop: are we a cabal yet?
DJTweeny: Nabby: I love Benjamin Franklin << that would be some serious necrophelia
shoes for the dead: is it a hit?
lily: mr or mrs
shoes for the dead: or a miss?
Beet: the only president of the united states who was never president of the united states
cat: lol tween
Nabby: don't judge man!
EWeston: No that;s mythuth. I don't care what he says
General Dysfunction: are we a cafette yet i don't know how the hell to spell it
DJTweeny: lol Nabby
Nabby: I'm sure it's covered in the Kinsey
DJTweeny: "The Mason's face is a jar." lol
cat: the kids in the hall had a recent tv series that focuesed more on necrophilia than you'd think they could get away with on govt tv
EWeston: S good bit
General Dysfunction: not moving
||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!"
DJTweeny: yeah :)
Nabby: I don't understand this "part"
DadSir2U: 80 years later and we're still 'getting' stuff
Nabby: blig he said blig
General Dysfunction: good owl
EWeston: From Negie Clockwork Films, I think
shoes for the dead: mobius, Nabby
cat: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LXn3BHpXEa8
EWeston: Nregie uh
EWeston: Nergantium
Beet: that's it
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "10:15 PM and late as usual, it's bob, just back from New Jersey."
shoes for the dead: oh yeah!!
Principalpoop: paging dr memory
EWeston: Nebbermind
cat: nab, if you understand everything in firesign, you haven't.
Nabby: thanks cat
Lil: Does anyone here speak English?
Nabby: Enjoyed it!
General Dysfunction: ingrish?
Beet: Great collection
lily: mind your minds eye
||||||||| 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 doctecazoid disembarks at 10:15 PM.
Principalpoop: non
Nabby: More more more
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Dr. Technical inside, makes a note of the time (10:16 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
EWeston: Its my native body language
Principalpoop: hey doc
cat: i taught english for a long time, 1971-2002.
General Dysfunction: wonderful fun so far dj
Nabby: third eye
EWeston: Doc Tee
Dr. Technical: hey guys
doctecazoid: surprise surprise surprise
cat: Hey the Doc. Now I can get sick!
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Nabby: Hi doc
Principalpoop: a bad student if you had to teach him that long
||||||||| 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!"
DJTweeny: Hey Doc
cat: are you playing Black Danger Bay, Tween?
doctecazoid: hey cat
||||||||| 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!"
cat: thousands of students, poop
DJTweeny: Not tonight cat
General Dysfunction: it comes from the cdc
Beet: Hi Doc
Dr. Technical: just stopped ih to get a chuckle!
Nabby: echo
doctecazoid: ping
Principalpoop: oh that is a lot
EWeston: Take a six pack for later
shoes for the dead: echo?
doctecazoid: nice to know i'm not the only doctor technical in this world (where i'm on my own)
Nabby: Hug a national security agent today!
Dr. Technical: does anyone have an extra chuckul?
Dr. Technical: oops
Principalpoop: I am seeing double...
Nabby: oops
General Dysfunction: opps
Nabby: More more more
Principalpoop: do they still make chicklets?
shoes for the dead: in here?
AllNightImages: radio hour hour?
EWeston: Where men are real men. Women real women. And small furry beasts for Alpha Centuri
General Dysfunction: before we eat
Nabby: Let's eat Chicklets
Dr. Technical: chuckle I for my regular words so i had to use some others
lily: for you poop they still make chiclets
doctecazoid: i had to come home early from pool league to complete some office (day job) work
shoes for the dead: aren't those eggs?
Principalpoop: i have not been to 7-11 in years, waiting for pot to be legal
EWeston: I like to play with my chicklets
General Dysfunction: hmmmmwhen WILL that be
Beet: 2 phils
DJTweeny: everything's changed since 7-11
Principalpoop: home work, brrrrr, goodness
Dr. Technical: I'd like to order a hemp slurpee
Nabby: they're in everybody's Chicklets
doctecazoid: even the 7-11 has changed
Nabby: Sleven
lily: work is a four letter word
cat: in denver, you can do that, doc
Nabby: work!
cat: so is lily.
Nabby: bob Denver
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
shoes for the dead: Den
General Dysfunction: more work! wait, no, that's not what i
Beet: Maynard G Krebs formed my early approach to WORK!
lily: oh we could go on like this forever
Dr. Technical: We know for certain, for instance, that for some reason, for some time in the beginning, there were hot lumps.
Nabby: remember the future?
General Dysfunction: and i hope we do
Nabby: Beet he knew a thing or two
Beet: Way ahead of his time
Nabby: but not too much else--which is cool
EWeston: Which future?
lily: beatnick
Principalpoop: Dobbie was on too late for me, rats
shoes for the dead: witch future
Nabby: the last future I think
doctecazoid: i take it elayne has come & gone
General Dysfunction: dobie's girlfriend's name, ..?
Principalpoop: yes doc
EWeston: What'd Nick do to deserve that
doctecazoid: dang
DadSir2U: thalia meminger
Nabby: it's... it's.... dang General
||||||||| Catherwood ushers phhunter inside, makes a note of the time (10:24 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
cat: el came and went, longer here than usual. did you plan to meet her here?
EWeston: Not Thelma?
DJTweeny: Hi hunter
General Dysfunction: ah, yes thalia! she did that squeegie thing with her nose and eyes
cat: she said she had a great time with you last weekend
doctecazoid: lili lamont and i were host to elayne and robin last weekend, they joined us for bang-up festivities
lily: funny
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DadSir2U: oh that was zelda
doctecazoid: a fine time was had by all
DJTweeny: almost forgot the banner
||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Happy - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| doublebarker - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Levi enters at 10:25 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Hat Pack Annex.
General Dysfunction: oh right Dad, that was zelda
cat: maybe some distant year will find me there as well. not likely this decade
doctecazoid: hey out of curiosity, what does everyone think of the idea of a kickstarter campaign to raise money for a firesign documentary
Principalpoop: don't banner, she is ok
cat: nd I'm in a differnt health league from Dex in terms of healthy aging
DJTweeny: Excellent idea, Doc
Beet: I'll sign the petition
Dr. Technical: everyone grab thier spoons... My brain has turned into soup, Albeit it's vegetable
Nabby: back
EWeston: Glutin free?
lily: Beet cat DadSir2U DJTweeny doctecazoid EWeston General Dysfunction Levi Nabby phhunter Principalpoop shoes for the dead good nite all
shoes for the dead: alphabet?
Dr. Technical: it's been a long day!
Principalpoop: ciao lily
General Dysfunction: ah, tuesday weld as thalia
phhunter: all beet?
Beet: sweet dreams lily
shoes for the dead: by Lily
Nabby: gnight lily
EWeston: Lily bahby
DJTweeny: Nite lily, be well
cat: i think it would have to advertised in some cool, eye-grabbing way. there are so many projects begging for money now
General Dysfunction: night lily
lily: see yas next week thanks for the laughs
cat: by lily
||||||||| The TV flickers on, and Ralph Spoilsport appears: "How can you drive in two places at once when you don't have a genuine Ralph Spoilsport license plate frame? Get one for your car and one for the plate in your head!"
Nabby: you're on
Dr. Technical: Doc Tech is a wreck.... slippin out early tonight. Gnight Bozos!
Nabby: is this simulated do you suppose?
doctecazoid: good night dr doppleganger
Principalpoop: a tv series, if they can chase ghosts and big foot, they can chase firesign
EWeston: They wouldn't dare, would they?
General Dysfunction: lick a boot
Principalpoop: good luck doc
Nabby: take care Doc
EWeston: Next time Dok
General Dysfunction: night doc
DadSir2U: has anyone seen this doc, which will be on tcm 7 hrs from now? http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0063016/
Principalpoop: Bend over
Dr. Technical: thanks gang! :-)
DadSir2U: are any of the 4/5 in it?
General Dysfunction: look away look away!
EWeston: No Ben over there!
Nabby: Tulsa is simulated
shoes for the dead: in Dover
Principalpoop: was tesla from tusla?
cat: wow this is really hissy.
General Dysfunction: there is that gravity again
cat: serbia
Nabby: Sssssssssnakesssss!
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and announces "Announcing 'mahatma57', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 10:30 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room...
DJTweeny: Hi mahatama
Principalpoop: orange or lemon serbia?
General Dysfunction: i trust a man who laffs
cat: ghandi? or ET?
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: Hey mahat
Nabby: gam dump
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
EWeston: And a snake on the side
Principalpoop: sorry I lost my hat ma
doctecazoid: a m*****f****** snake - on a plane
shoes for the dead: the mambas are hissing
Nabby: garn honk
Beet: I don't think I have ever heard the 2 Phils work together anywhere else
General Dysfunction: sonofa
mahatma57: WTF can't hear the stream..
Nabby: i loved that m****g movie it's silly
General Dysfunction: it's night
Principalpoop: click the click
EWeston: Light slips away
Nabby: It's not as good as Citizen Kane 2 tho
DJTweeny: show's almost over, mahatma
||||||||| 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'
General Dysfunction: berenhite borbify won
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
EWeston: Month's pass...I couldn't stop them!
mahatma57: Ah, there it is.. Raymond Blackberry..
doctecazoid: or sharknado
General Dysfunction: stop tearing the pages off the calendar!
Principalpoop: nananana jaws
EWeston: J Men Forever is pretty silly.
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 10:35 PM, dragging Dr. Dog by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yo-yo?"
Nabby: Sharknado was more!
mahatma57: I've heard it all before..
Beet: I think I am going to have to see Sharknado. Howard Stern talks about it all the time
EWeston: Dega noise
DJTweeny: Hi Dog
Dr. Dog: Howard? Is he still around?
Nabby: Seen Tornadonado? It's a tornado full of tornados
Nabby: hi Dog
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
Beet: Yup
EWeston: Last name?
doctecazoid: torque armada
Dr. Dog: Woof!
DJTweeny: lol Nabby
Nabby: lol
shoes for the dead: it's the bear whizzing in the stream, EW
General Dysfunction: seen day after the day after the day after the day after tomorrow?
Nabby: it IS the bear
Dr. Dog: Howard Aydoindat
Nabby: be the bear
Principalpoop: one after 909
EWeston: Sounds like recursive reeincarnation has struck again
Nabby: don't crush the electrician
doctecazoid: general: i saw that yesterday
General Dysfunction: gosh i miss tho good old days
doctecazoid: so, i was a day late and a dollar short
Nabby: which ones in particular
shoes for the dead: i've been putting it off, General
Dr. Dog: My guitar amp has Led Zeppelin Tubes
Nabby: some of the old tuesdays were okay
mahatma57: "Remember the single that was never released.."
Principalpoop: don't put all your eggs in one basket
General Dysfunction: the one where, gosh, we were sitting up by the canal, the sun was hot...
Dr. Dog: "Wasn't like this in the good old days! Lots of clean air!"
Nabby: Hey Tweeny thanks!
''Bob'': nite tween! nite all!
shoes for the dead: Thanks Tween!!!
||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!"
Beet: Enjoyed the session tonight. See everyone next week. Thanks Tween for the great job. Nite.
Principalpoop: at the bayou
EWeston: My mike has M Jaggers balls
Principalpoop: thank you tween
Nabby: Firefans, Fireheads, rule!
shoes for the dead: Park it and Lock it!
Dr. Dog: Late to the party as usual, goodnight all
: Thanks for the mammaries
EWeston: But I had a good time anyway. Thanks Tweeny
||||||||| Dr. Dog says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Dr. Dog exits at 10:39 PM.
mahatma57: TYVM.. Nytol!
Principalpoop: best to all and to all a good night
doctecazoid: thanks tween
DJTweeny: Thanks for listening everybody, and have a great week. See you next time, same FireTime, same FireStation...
||||||||| 10:39 PM -- Principalpoop left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
General Dysfunction: Loved it tween, thanks so much, more sure, park it and lock it and all the rest
||||||||| EWeston is thrown out the window just as the clock strikes 10:39 PM.
Nabby: I'd hug you but this is on TV. Night night!
DJTweeny: my pleasure, folks :-)
||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| lily - dead from the yaws
||||||||| bob - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Dr. Technical - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| phhunter - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
General Dysfunction: was the nsa here tonight? hope so
doctecazoid: general: if you have to ask ... they've already captured the chat log
doctecazoid: they're running it through their algorhythms as we type
General Dysfunction: was counting on it, hope they harvest many theories
DJTweeny: I doubt they'll figure it out
DJTweeny: Until last time, again...
||||||||| 10:43 PM -- DJTweeny left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
||||||||| Around 10:43 PM, Rufus_T_Firetween walks off into the sunset...
||||||||| "10:43 PM? I'm late!" exclaims General Dysfunction, who then dashes out through the french doors and down through the flowerbeds.
doctecazoid: the crickets are deafening
doctecazoid: did everyone take off?
doctecazoid: (after a couple of minutes with no response) i guess so...
doctecazoid: well, then goodnight mrs calabash, whenever you were
||||||||| doctecazoid departs at 10:54 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
||||||||| It's 10:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| D James - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| AllNightImages - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| ''Bob'' - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| cat 2 - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from measles
||||||||| Nabby - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Beet - dead from jaundice
||||||||| DadSir2U - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Levi - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| mahatma57 - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| cat - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 11:22 PM, dragging residualecho by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yahoo?"
residualecho: I'm not a yahoo (well, that too, I suppose) but I prefer gmail
residualecho: Apparently, I'm the only one who beat the reaper
||||||||| It's 11:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| residualecho - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood walks in wearing his pyjamas, yawns, and mumbles "It's midnight here in New York city"...then he falls over and starts snoring loudly..
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 1 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 2 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| 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:
AllNightImages
Beet
''Bob''

cat
DadSir2U
DJTweeny
doctecazoid
doublebarker
Dr. Dog
Dr. Technical
Elayne
EWeston
General Dysfunction
Happy
Lil
lily
Liver
mahatma57
Merlyn
Nabby
NancyKat
phhunter
Principalpoop
residualecho
Rufus_T_Firetween
shoes for the dead
URL References:
http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php?audio#DUKEOFPFTFTJ
http://firesigntheatre.com/funway.html
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=bdb-ln
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=tcotrw-rv
http://laughstore.stores.yahoo.net/firtheatdear.html
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u
http://theoatmeal.com/blog/musk_tesla_museum
http://www.allmusic.com/album/dear-friends-mw0000074648
www.dishnuts.net
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0063016/
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt2772304/
www.kurtericson.com/txroadkill/roadkillshow
www.seemrealland.blogspot.com
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LXn3BHpXEa8
http://youtu.be/bHtljLTSBAw



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