A Firesign Chat
07/31/2014




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 31, 2014 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 5:16 PM, dragging RedPillTweeny by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this idiot?"
||||||||| It's 5:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| RedPillTweeny - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Outside, the 7:55 PM uptown bus from Texas pulls away, leaving DJTweeny coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
||||||||| New notice: '** There will be a Firesign Theatre/US Plus Stimulcast starting at 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.
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and intones "Announcing 'Rufus_T_Firetween', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:09 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room...
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Mudhead inside, makes a note of the time (8:12 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Mudhead: Thers a Tweeny everywhere I go
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "8:12 PM and late as usual, it's NancyKat, just back from Illinois."
NancyKat: Maritonimoooooo!
Mudhead: Apricot!
Mudhead: I keep missing Tweeny, if you see him, hold him still while I reload!
Mudhead: Its such a fine fine thing I do dear.
NancyKat: Will do! mmm apricot....kumquat...
Mudhead: Must continue typing or my digits freeze up somethin awful
Mudhead: Ah, my little kumquat I remember bake the aught 80;s
Mudhead: Everyone sez its nigh unossumabile
Mudhead: and they were right
Mudhead: and even if I twernt here
Mudhead: it can go along without me
Mudhead: I do beleive we will be reveled by the classic "TV or not TV"
Mudhead: Twas always a fitting question.
||||||||| dude steps in at 8:24 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Mudhead: We've already got one
NancyKat: He says they've already got one...and your mother was a hamster...
Mudhead: Catherwood remove the extra door knocker
||||||||| Catherwood rushes over to Mudhead and says "Someone mention my name?"
Mudhead: Yes you dolt Catherwood, gimme a drink
||||||||| Catherwood steps alongside Mudhead and asks "Did you need me?"
Mudhead: Catherwood drinks for everyone
||||||||| Catherwood walks alongside Mudhead and mumbles "My ears are burning..."
Mudhead: The yellow line, its throbbing!
DJTweeny: My goodness, earlybirds :)
DJTweeny: music a little after 8:35 Eastern
Mudhead: Im followed by Tweenys everywhere I go.
NancyKat: Well, I was late last week so...
DJTweeny: lol
DJTweeny: Good to see you both :)
NancyKat: *jumps into ball pit*
NancyKat: so, what's on Le manu tonight, tweeny?
||||||||| 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."
DJTweeny: TV or Not TV
||||||||| 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) **'
Mudhead: is that a question
NancyKat: That IS a question...
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “TV OR NOT TV” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=tont-ln and http://www.allmusic.com/album/tv-or-not-tv-mw0000875087
DJTweeny: Hi dude
Mudhead: wassuP?
DJTweeny: music in about 30 seconds
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Lil into the room, accepts a wooden nickel as a gratuity, mutters something about 8:37 PM, then departs.
DJTweeny: Hi Lili
DJTweeny: Lil
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - Warm Up Music (The Rutles) - 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) **'
Lil: hiho gang
NancyKat: I didn't know they made those anymore-wooden nickles, I mean...
Lil: I made it to the right day finally
Mudhead: I stopped takin em
NancyKat: High, lili
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Channel85 close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 8:38 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the sitting room.
Lil: hi lo?
Rufus_T_Firetween: The Rutles - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Rutles_%28album%29
DJTweeny: Hi 85
Mudhead: hmmmm
Channel85: howdy fireheads
||||||||| It's 8:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| dude - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Lil: BBS
Mudhead: sup 85, lil,
DJTweeny: dude, we hard;y knew ye...
DJTweeny: *hardly
Lil: hey mud
Mudhead: how was yur week Lil?
||||||||| Outside, the 8:41 PM uptown bus from Hellmouth pulls away, leaving Dexter Fong coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
NancyKat: Soviet Avacados
Dexter Fong: Evening Dear Driends
Lil: interesting how 'bout yours
Lil: BRB
DJTweeny: Hey Dexter
Mudhead: k
Mudhead: Hiya Fong
DJTweeny: You've been missed
DJTweeny: and we aimed really hard
NancyKat: gleepingsmFong...
||||||||| Captain Equinox flies in through the transom, landing on the bearskin rug. "Attention, solstice squad! After working a 12-hour day, I like to kick back and swill some juice out of a genuine Firesign coffee mug or Bear Whiz Beer stein!"
DJTweeny: They say Harrison really liked this parody band, but McCartney was not amused. He sued them
NancyKat: b> Tweeny, you need a potat gun, they hardly ever mis...so I hear..
NancyKat: potato
DJTweeny: hahaha
Rufus_T_Firetween: The Rutles - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Rutles_%28album%29
||||||||| Catherwood ushers EWeston into the room, accepts an I.O.U. as a gratuity, mutters something about 8:46 PM, then departs.
DJTweeny: Hi EW
NancyKat: 'Lo' Ew...ahh, haven't heard this stuff since highschool...
EWeston: Hey Tweeny an folks. This just in be on the lookout for chickenless McNuggets
DJTweeny loves The Rutles, having listened to the Beatles since '64
||||||||| Outside, the 8:47 PM downtown bus from Hellmouth pulls away, leaving lookupabit coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Mudhead: Fried chicken fingers from Sneezers Chicken
DJTweeny: Hi lookup
DJTweeny: Catherwood, please give everyone some McGroat Clusters
||||||||| Catherwood brings everyone some mcgroat clusters.
EWeston: Franch fry my chicken fingers, please
Mudhead: Stright from the styrofoam
NancyKat: make mine a rat shake...
Mudhead: comin up
DJTweeny: You've seen the FST Rat In A Box commercial?
Mudhead: Catherwood give NancyKat a rat shake
||||||||| Catherwood gets nancykat a rat shake.
EWeston: An a Funny Foam (TM) Shake
EWeston: Rave on Niel!
NancyKat: DJ-I recently saw the Nick danger missing yolks on YT...
DJTweeny: Innes was so great at writing parodies
EWeston: Do we have time for Cheese and Onions?
DJTweeny: Don't think that one, Nancy
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 8:52 PM, dragging cat by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
NancyKat: Reminds me of the House of buggin job interview with a vampire where 'Lestat" sticks a straw into a rat and drinks it...
Mudhead: Hi Cat!
DJTweeny: * Don't think I know that one, Nancy
DJTweeny: Hey cat
EWeston: Hey Cat
cat : hi all
lookupabit: that cat stole my stilettos
NancyKat: b> Tweeny-I think it came out on hobo or somesuch nonesuch in '82 or something...shiny...
Rufus_T_Firetween: The Rutles - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Rutles_%28album%29
NancyKat: hi cat
cat : tv or not tv tonight?
NancyKat: hbo
lookupabit: but they look great on you, cat
EWeston: Cats and pointy sharp things kind of go together
lookupabit: yes. tv or not tv
Rufus_T_Firetween: I can't find it mentioned in their discography
NancyKat: Sharp things...
Mudhead: Theres a whole dead cat in every bar
Rufus_T_Firetween: Nick Danger in The Case of the Missing Yolk (1983) - http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0086009/
EWeston: Whether a shoe or a small egded weapon listed as dangerous object in three surreal universes
DJTweeny: Will have to watch that, Nancy. Thanks :)
lookupabit: i will surrender my butter knife
NancyKat: www.youtube.com/watch?v=QyAqiNqV2NA
DJTweeny: kewl
||||||||| 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 lily plummets into the garden at 8:58 PM.
||||||||| Happy Harry Cox tiptoes in around 8:58 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
DJTweeny: Hi lily
DJTweeny: Hi Harry
Mudhead: Unavailable to us mere mortals
lily: cat DJTweeny EWeston lily lookupabit Mudhead NancyKat Rufus_T_Firetween hello to yo and me too
||||||||| Catherwood ushers mac cat in through the front door at 8:58 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
NancyKat: No problemo, Tweeny, good sir. *salutes*
DJTweeny: lol
EWeston: Check him for an anchovie knife
NancyKat: 'Ello to all the lily
lookupabit: hello
Happy Harry Cox: Hi all.
NancyKat: lobster fork!
EWeston: Lily evening to youse
lily: yellow to youse folks
EWeston: Thats puce of you
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, July 31, 2014 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
lily: tine
||||||||| Mr. Bark Bark sneaks in around 9:00 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
DJTweeny: Hi Bark
EWeston: Elephantine or marmotine?
NancyKat: Time for MOAR SUGAR! *My tea is INCREDIBLY tart*
||||||||| 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 9:00 PM.
cat : Lily, Bark2
lily: ckemetine
NancyKat: Philae
||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!"
EWeston: Shoes inna house
DJTweeny: This is The Disposable Heroes Of Hiphopracy
EWeston: Hemotode hoptoad pigeon toed
NancyKat: Philae
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies kenlasalle inside, makes a note of the time (9:02 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
||||||||| Principalpoop enters at 9:02 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and scurries off to the Chapeau Manger.
lily: fork this tine
Rufus_T_Firetween: Nick Danger in The Case of the Missing Yolk (1983) - http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0086009/
Channel85: mr nsa enjoys the soothing sounds
||||||||| Outside, the 9:02 PM downtown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving Nabby coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Rufus_T_Firetween: Hi ken, P
Nabby: Is this keyboard working
DJTweeny: little glitch in the chat there
||||||||| 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!"
DJTweeny: Hi Nabby
shoes for the dead: slow connecting
Mr. Bark Bark: Hard to chat on a little cell phone...
||||||||| "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: Hi Tween & all
Rufus_T_Firetween: Hello
EWeston: Loose Pooper alert
Lil: is this the non-sequiter portion of the chat?
lily: thrown right out lol
shoes for the dead: Howdy
Mudhead: We are the slime oozing from your television
NancyKat: Philae
EWeston: We doan gots to show you any seqiters
Nabby: blech
DJTweeny: On rare occasioons, your chat window might lock up. Just reload the page
shoes for the dead: is there a sequiter portion?
EWeston: Philidendrons, chack them at the door
Principalpoop: tap tap tap
DJTweeny: lo dere
Mudhead: well ya go AS, then BS, then MS, then PHD...piled higher and deeper
EWeston: Hes tapping the line
Channel85: i forgot to dvr the revolution
||||||||| Catherwood escorts squeeze_the_wheeze in through the front door at 9:05 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Principalpoop: ok, reloading working, thanks tween
Lil: that's a good question shoes
||||||||| Outside, the 9:06 PM uptown bus from West Virginia pulls away, leaving Beet coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
DJTweeny: Hi wheeze
Beet: Let's get the party started
||||||||| 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: 5/16 fine thread
squeeze_the_wheeze: late again...must be the drugs
Principalpoop: who is this gil scott-heron wannabe?
DJTweeny: Hi Beet
EWeston: Its happy hour somewhere
Beet: How's everybody 2 nite?
Mudhead: Sounds like Zappa, bless his pointy head
shoes for the dead: hey Beet
EWeston: Got a new amp for my bass, so I'm good
lily: stop the clock I want to get
Channel85: 'i have a vision - television!' - bono
Principalpoop: compared to what?
shoes for the dead: late drugs?
Beet: HEY EW, Poop, Squeeze. Mud
Nabby: Hello down there
NancyKat: Philae
Nabby: drugs?
Mudhead: SUUUUP Beet?
EWeston: Beet infusions are welcome
squeeze_the_wheeze: there're the worst kind
NancyKat: server portal !@#$%^&*()
Principalpoop: we take our drugs seriously in my house
lily: is he naked
Nabby: I'm high on life
Principalpoop: reload kat, or nancy
EWeston: And on camera?
Beet: As long as you take drugs
||||||||| Cat steps in at 9:08 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
NancyKat: *nods* Da, PrincipalPoop.
shoes for the dead: nancy is empty
Nabby: Take bugs!
Principalpoop: i don't carry cash and forgot my credit card
Channel85: that's what she said?
Beet: Is who naked
Cat: i couldnt maintain when logged in as cat so I went upper case
lily: you
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “TV OR NOT TV” - 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/prbetvornott.html **'
Nabby: A swultry kinda opening
||||||||| 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!"
Channel85: y, we all got fcked - hey, punch up 85
EWeston: I can be for the right price, but some say that market is saturated
lily: better than lower
Beet: Not at the present
Principalpoop: we used to urge fellow potheads to "maintain" back in high school
||||||||| It's 9:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| lookupabit - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
shoes for the dead: saw some of this on the Firesign Funnies
EWeston: Dex fall asleep?
Principalpoop: Insert here, for a charge
Channel85: mmmmmm card charge
NancyKat: botulism
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:10 PM and videopict waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Cat: was Dex actually here?
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:10 PM and pinholeF200 sashays out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
DJTweeny: Hi video
||||||||| 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!"
DJTweeny: Hi pinhole
||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!"
EWeston: That's the kind of charge I;m looking for
Principalpoop: a lot of greek grapes
Mudhead: Im going to flip flop here, I'll be here, sometime
EWeston: In series or paralell
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:11 PM and ''Bob'' bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “TV OR NOT TV” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=tont-ln and http://www.allmusic.com/album/tv-or-not-tv-mw0000875087
shoes for the dead: geek gapes
Channel85: damn, what an opening
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Yeti Outranks Them into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, mutters something about 9:11 PM, then departs.
NancyKat: greek grape leaves...
lily: positive
DJTweeny: Hi Bob, Yeti
Principalpoop: so are you here now mud or not? don't answer if not
lily: lol
Yeti Outranks Them: Hi DJT!
NancyKat: Hemlock Stones!
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
Principalpoop: Prolongus
EWeston: Existential crisis's don't count
''Bob'': Hey, all! just made it in time!
lily: have not heard this before very crisp
Principalpoop: a noobie, oh prolongus
EWeston: Disarmed I hope Bob
DJTweeny: and this is only 128k
Beet: Is Mud having an existential crisis?
DJTweeny: The CD would be much better :)
lily: disrobbed
Yeti Outranks Them: Everybody stay in camera...
shoes for the dead: he is noplace at all
EWeston: That may take a week to figure out Beet
DJTweeny: You're calling us film??
lily: hes no fun
Beet: Figuring can be fun. Sometimes.
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “TV OR NOT TV” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=tont-ln and http://www.allmusic.com/album/tv-or-not-tv-mw0000875087
Principalpoop: fingering too
EWeston: But he is on film
lily: cypherun
Yeti Outranks Them: my option: command!
pinholeF200: the natural anthem
DJTweeny: 9** Don’t forget to check out the Firesign Theatre Funway for a cool page full of Flash goodies. Just move your cursor over various areas of the page - http://firesigntheatre.com/funway.html
shoes for the dead: is my camera on? damn
EWeston: Cyberhuns
Beet: Ah, yes, the finger
lily: the burning bush
Beet: Ask the NSA guy, shoes.
Principalpoop: the old fickle finger of fate? or one of the others?
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** If you're on Facebook, you can Like the Firesign Fan Page here >> https://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Firesign-Theatre/282668140208 - and if you’re on Twitter and would like to get Firesign tweets, follow @FiresignNews
||||||||| 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!"
lily: farkle sparkle
Principalpoop: be careful with candles lily
Beet: Hello to the NSA guy by the way. Just thought I'd get that out of the way.
EWeston: The biased finger of huff is in charge here
NancyKat: Principal...LOL...miss taht...
lily: poop we do it in the dark
EWeston: Fanny Farkle
DJTweeny: lol Beet
||||||||| The TV flickers on, and Ralph Spoilsport appears: "How can you drive in two places at once when you don't have a genuine Ralph Spoilsport license plate frame? Get one for your car and one for the plate in your head!"
shoes for the dead: simon and gar farkle
Mudhead: Why wont you do it in the street
Beet: in the dark in the road
lily: shoes yeaah
Principalpoop: I like dark now too, less questions
EWeston: That Gar was never meant to fly!
NancyKat: in a ditch
pinholeF200: a fark in the road?
Cat: Just eating some of my wife's gyoza. Some of the best possible food.
lily: more lumps
EWeston: No I have simple tasts
Principalpoop: with my pants behind me
DJTweeny: whazzz gyoza?
EWeston: A new cheese
Channel85: tell it to argentina, pal
shoes for the dead: toulouse change
Cat: chinese pork dumplings. very popular in japan
NancyKat: Cat...mmm....Gyozaaaaaaa...make mine shumai
Channel85: window pane
Principalpoop: the chinese invented pasta but the italians ran with it
Nabby: pork?
Principalpoop: steeling glass
EWeston: Nearly
shoes for the dead: tastes like it
Beet: I just found out that pizza was invented in Naples. I always thought it was New York.
Principalpoop: cirque internationaaaaaaaal
||||||||| 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."
NancyKat: chop suet is American
Cat: http://www.japan-guide.com/r/e107.html
EWeston: Our sweet lard
lily: beet new york just perfected it
pinholeF200: french toast invented in new york
NancyKat: Chop Suey...EW...lol...
Beet: True, lil
Cat: very labour-intensive. lots of cutting. she only makes it once or twice a year
NancyKat: my keyboard is fjmnbcueg;cewkcbkejhc ;eowhv ie
EWeston: Hamburgers were not invented in Hamburg
shoes for the dead: similar to mine, nancy
Principalpoop: i wondered about that nancy, but figured why complain hehe
EWeston: Does your husband know this?
''Bob'': Cat got yr keyboard, Nancy?
Cat: Pizza wasn't invented in PIsa
pinholeF200: you mean betty jo
''Bob'': Bettyjo?
Principalpoop: a penne for your thoughts...
EWeston: Is that what he calls himself these days?
shoes for the dead: Hacked!!
pinholeF200: she's in the aviatry stunting trees
lily: chicken belt
Nabby: Wonder what it was that made that cool electric sound
EWeston: A fowl wonder
Principalpoop: arigato danke
shoes for the dead: apiary stumping bees?
||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| videopict - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| cat - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| kenlasalle - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:25 PM and Elayne bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
EWeston: They usually fail the spelling test
Cat: i lost one of my selves
Cat: Hi El
DJTweeny: Hey E
Elayne: Evenin' all! What a great month this has been for me... I'm remembering them all!
||||||||| 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: hens tooth fingers
Principalpoop: which one, me myself or I?
EWeston: Only eight to go
pinholeF200: metal demangement
lily: u
Beet: Hi E
shoes for the dead: i didn't know bees had spells
Nabby: Greets Elayne
Principalpoop: chicken lips
Elayne: We even have a social life, we saw DocTech and Lili TWICE this month!
||||||||| 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: Elayne's in town
Nabby: pizzacato
DJTweeny: kewl E :)
Elayne: Work has been fantastic, lots of free time (the calm before the storm as we integrate with the mothership) and I've started taking my scripts and such out of mothballs.
Beet: Hey Nab
EWeston: A cat with a peperonie coat?
Nabby: Hey Beet
Elayne: The only hangup seems to be, I'm still so tired all the time. I think I need to take some vacay.
Cat: good for you, el
Elayne: Or, you know, I'm getting old.
DJTweeny: Phil says this is a true story from when he was in Russia with the Yale choir
pinholeF200: Phil or Phil?
Cat: better than the alternative, el
EWeston: Oldness lurks
Cat: proc sure loves to sing
Nabby: Phil, not Phil
||||||||| Glen sneaks in around 9:28 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last month's "unpleasant incident."
DJTweeny: Phil
||||||||| "Happy" Harry Cox pops in and say "I was right! Everything I knew WAS wrong! You CAN get "Profiles in Barbecue Sauce", chock full of meaty Firesign scripts!"
shoes for the dead: of! yuo mean Phil
DJTweeny: Hi Glen
pinholeF200: better than half-Phil
Principalpoop: Insert Here
Nabby: insert here *voot*
EWeston: The tall goodlooking Jewish gentleman?
NancyKat: both
Nabby: Hey Glen
Glen: how did you know it was me?
EWeston: Chedder breath
DJTweeny: The NSA told us
shoes for the dead: no, Phil
Nabby: Because it's you
Glen: Sweet
Principalpoop: Nino knows all
Beet: No, I'm me
Glen: Thank Grid
EWeston: Does he know fil?
lily: captured by your smell
Nabby: Who am us...?
Cat: i'm not sure about the total truth of the song, tween. he says he's in lvov but mentioned meeting the actual girl in leningrad. unless she followed him there
EWeston: We're one of you, I think.
Glen: DRONES
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 9:30 PM, dragging Johan Amadeus Myjetski by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this web surfer?"
Channel85: all fall down
shoes for the dead: and you're one od us
EWeston: Assemilation is complete
NancyKat: Phyllo...
Beet: I didn't see you on the list
lily: drowned drones
Principalpoop: both phils have artistic licenses I think
DJTweeny: Hi JAM
Glen: This segment is creepy
Nabby: It's awesome Glen
Principalpoop: no fair, no magnets
EWeston: He wrote it on his wrist
pinholeF200: downed dwones
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Johan Amadeus Myjetski: two artists = a pair of drawers?
Cat: Did we just enter a little city in space?
shoes for the dead: he was upreght
EWeston: Dwound dwones
pinholeF200: until he fell right over
Channel85: uh oh
Glen: Rotonoto is programmed fro defense
Glen: FRO
Principalpoop: ok, I am keeping my eye on you johan... hehe
NancyKat: are we not robots?
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Nabby: like my fro?
lily: one wondered drippy
shoes for the dead: yuo like my to?
Principalpoop: nice clown, my nightmares will start up again, thanks
EWeston: My brother had the first one in Montana
Elayne: AAAAAGGGH! SCARY CLOWN!
||||||||| Ralph Spoilsport drives in through the door and says "Buy a new or used T-shirt from the Firesign Theatre Cafepress store! Hurry before this sentence ends!"
||||||||| Catherwood enters with PatHat close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 9:32 PM tree-stunting plans, and hurries off to the Aviary.
DJTweeny: Hi Pat
lily: tot toto
Glen: sssssssssssss
Beet: He doesn't even look like himself, Tween
Principalpoop: i have a crush on miss information
Glen: Fake Jamaican
Principalpoop: hi bobby
lily: stop that clown
EWeston: She'll never be true to you
NancyKat: CAN'T SLEEP, CLOWN WILL EAT ME!
Beet: miss information tells lies
Nabby: lol NK
Glen: I think that's something we'll ALL have to be interested in
DJTweeny: definitely not Bozo
Nabby: Bozo is okay
Principalpoop: there are songs about friends warning somebody about a girl
||||||||| At 9:34 PM, Happy Harry Cox vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
Principalpoop: but we never listen
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
EWeston: Sounds like cultlike behavior Pooper
Beet: eyes overrule common sense
shoes for the dead: it's a good song, tho
Principalpoop: om
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: could've saved us all a lot of pain & simpering...
Nabby: I only do eyes
lily: get the taters outta your ears
Glen: Sacre MERDE
Principalpoop: my eyes went dayglo red
Nabby: what?
NancyKat: eyes taters ears of corn
pinholeF200: i'ze RED?
||||||||| 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!"
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: gimme another 3rd red eye, bartender!
EWeston: Good shit?
lily: rafts of lettuce
Principalpoop: that cat coming in the door only has one eye
Nabby: Everybody twist
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: what other kind is there?
DJTweeny: Catherwood, give JAM another 3rd Red Eye
||||||||| Catherwood gives jam another 3rd red eye.
Glen: Did we start the track over?
pinholeF200: your couplet runneth over
NancyKat: You've had it, Johan!
shoes for the dead: mobius, Glen
EWeston: Better shape than yours
||||||||| 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!"
Glen: Good God
DJTweeny: Thanks for telling me about the track
DJTweeny: don't know why there's a duplication
EWeston: Gross Gott
Glen: I LOVE THIS GORILLA
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: hey there's 2of everybody except me
shoes for the dead: Nasi Goreng!!!!
Nabby: Aw yeah
DJTweeny: apologies, folks
Cat: song much better than the dish
pinholeF200: i'm beside myself, then
Principalpoop: never boring
Lil: have found glitches on the newer mass produced cds
Glen: Wicked vocal!
shoes for the dead: really good vid
''Bob'': took me 20 years to get that joke...
Principalpoop: continental, never mental
EWeston: Then you know were you are
Cat: bergman excelled in singing his songs
DJTweeny: It turned out to be a duplicate file I made for another purpose. Have relabeled it so that won't happen again
Glen: Nice sac, too
pinholeF200: the old same place
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: Wish there'd been a Firesgn/Bonzo Dog Band collaboration sometime..
Glen: SAX
EWeston: Here's the key G7
DJTweeny: Bergman was great with Soul/R&B stuff, for sure
lily: dunder headed
Glen: Prabably has a nice sac, though
Nabby: Alto sex
Glen: god I cannot type
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: Glen, I thought you meant something else...
EWeston: And just in time
NancyKat: Nabby-YES!
lily: tram bone
Cat: I think the 3 surviving crazy guys would enjoy that. Bonzo still active?
Nabby: honk
Glen: Alto Sac
Principalpoop: you're easy watching on 85
EWeston: Neil and some friends are playing bars in England last heard
Glen: Pirate Kids
shoes for the dead: there is no emergendy
Principalpoop: kid x and the US kids
''Bob'': Those who are left still are, last I heard.
Principalpoop: no more school
EWeston: This is not a real test!
Cat: to bad they didnt hook up when firesign played london a few years ago
Principalpoop: give us our vote
lily: nipple harps
Nabby: Balzac! there's that sound again
Glen: I love that sfx
Nabby: ditto Glen
shoes for the dead: the suond of nipple harps
Glen: mandatry
Nabby: how do you play a nipple harp
Principalpoop: ouch
||||||||| 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!"
lily: carefuuly
EWeston: Naked
NancyKat: mipple harp city
pinholeF200: do the breast you can
Elayne: Oh dear, dizzy again. Must lie down. Sorry all!
shoes for the dead: sure does hum tho?
Glen: I, II, III, IV
DJTweeny: Rest well, E
Cat: take care of yourself, el
Mudhead: see ya soon E
lily: take care el
Glen: I just saw myself- was a refernce to Phil's Joy dishwashing liquid commercial
Nabby: Oh gosh later Elayne
NancyKat: Elayne-we'll keeep the light on for you...
Beet: Hope you feel better, E.
shoes for the dead: don't fall over, El
EWeston: Did a little extreme exxersize myself this wee, take abreak Elaynek
Principalpoop: Do the Hun
Nabby: she won't she's too much fun
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: tell a vision
EWeston: I have mobile K's, howcum?
Glen: a congress of wonders
Nabby: tell a vision, jam *smacks forehead*
Nabby: statistical density
Principalpoop: now at last, the wealthy and the powerful can speak for all
Glen: Hand me those pliers
Cat: jays just tied game.
EWeston: Who reworte this?
Nabby: is that a phaser or a flanger
Nabby: man
shoes for the dead: the dwarf has them
EWeston: Does it feel fuzzy?
lily: flatscreen snide
Nabby: rear reverend
||||||||| 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!"
Principalpoop: no smirking, stop that
Beet: I have heard this segment somewhere before.
EWeston: Nevah!
lily: giggely poo
Nabby: flatside snoob
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: not smirking, not snirking, not smirking
Principalpoop: b> tween closed the show with it sometimes
EWeston: Snork!
shoes for the dead: it's live on give us a break
Channel85: really touching story
Nabby: gronk!
Cat: indeed, beet
Principalpoop: shirking, i don't know if that is ok
DJTweeny: I use the live version from What This Country Needs
shoes for the dead: stop touching me!!!
Nabby: that sound aaaaaa
EWeston: Join Shirkers Anonmous
DJTweeny: ; touches shoes
lily: shimmeer maids
Principalpoop: stop slapping me
shoes for the dead: sounds like about 30 cycles
pinholeF200: pi are round, cornbread are square
''Bob'': I've been meaning to get around to joining SA
Nabby: those guys are nuts you know
EWeston: Just got a quart of Shimmers
lily: do dah
Principalpoop: pv=nrt, so there
Nabby: dinga donga
Principalpoop: Insert Here
EWeston: Unga bunga boo
Glen: Nice
Glen: very nice
lily: ew glows glimmer
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: i have no here to insert…. anywhere
NancyKat: Elayne-we'll keeep the light on for you...
EWeston: We let our Bungas run free
Channel85: play some public enemy this time
Nabby: bravo! fun stuff!
NancyKat: !@#$%^&*()
Principalpoop: little surfer girl
Glen: YAY!
pinholeF200: statics can be used to prove anything
lily: beely button laws apply
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shoes for the dead: that one is one of the few I don't have
Principalpoop: innie or outie?
Nabby: Weirdly cool bookage
Glen: 128!
Nabby: in steeeereo
EWeston: pouty
pinholeF200: 256
Nabby: Berg Man
lily: pierced
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Principalpoop: oh ouch
lily: tattooed to look like an outy
Nabby: A Dick and a Bush
EWeston: My spleen will never be the same
lily: only a healthy boner
Principalpoop: hehe she said boner hehe
Nabby: haha
lily: HI NSA PERSON
lily: ralphed up
EWeston: He's awake. He's awake
Nabby: oh right hi again NSA doods
lily: snake eyes
lily: freeze your johnsons
shoes for the dead: the desk with the laughing guy
||||||||| 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."
||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| PatHat - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Elayne - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
EWeston: With eyes the color of sky blue sky, and oatmeal
||||||||| ThisIsNino enters at 9:55 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and dashes off to the Chapeau Manger.
NancyKat: 4269...
Glen: DF
Channel85: suckers to the side i know you hate my 98 you're gonna get yours
||||||||| 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!"
Principalpoop: early 70s, ok
Nabby: It sure is Tweeny
Glen: I still want those 12 syndicated TFT LPS!
DJTweeny: I'd say so :-)
EWeston: 944 748 PDQ
Principalpoop: how to repair nasality
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Glen: stupid provincials
pinholeF200: I used to be a pronouncer
NancyKat: EW-Bach...
Glen: I have this bird/organ LP
Principalpoop: ahhh uhhh ahhh uhhh
Mudhead: ahhh,uuhhhh
EWeston: I have his Bio somewhere
Glen: ommmmmm
shoes for the dead: are you an antinouncer now?
Nabby: I helped make radio commercials for a while....love radio folks
DJTweeny: Specifically P, 1971
Glen: Ralph Platt
Nabby: funny Glen
Principalpoop: woow tween, cool
lily: PS 47
DJTweeny: Hi Nino
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: my Magic Bowl Movement in C-minus has played out.C u next week, if the Creeks don't rise….
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: Hi Nino. Bye Nino.
Principalpoop: I hope the rain don't hurt the rhubarb, cya johan
Nabby: take care JAM
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EWeston: He looks sad with that grand piano on his back
Glen: http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51tXmALnQzL._SX342_.jpg
Cat: did catherwood kick out the jam?
||||||||| Catherwood strides up to Cat and asks "Did you want me?"
pinholeF200: We should all grow sad, or corn
ThisIsNino: Can I say... Hello?
Nabby: thanks Glen
Nabby: Nino
lily: HIGH nino
EWeston: I went down to the Chemical Corn Exchange Bank, and gave them three ears of corn
Mudhead: are you in the box Nino?
Nabby: thank gosh for 'crobes
Nabby: well let him out
pinholeF200: should have lent them your ears
Principalpoop: ahh thighs
ThisIsNino: That's what they're trying to find out.
lily: cob reailty
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
EWeston: I used then as collateral for a chemical loan
Glen: Pfeffer-hassen
Mudhead: i had early corn this year, it was fantastic. Just bought some and it was terrible
lily: silken hair teeth
Nabby: leather cobs
Glen: funny shit
||||||||| 10:00 PM: Rogrr jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past year and a half!"
EWeston: A seasonal thrill Lily
lily: cobs piece
shoes for the dead: lien on your ears
DJTweeny: Hi Rogrr
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Mudhead: alas, Manhattan is coming on. I must watch. So Im going dear friends, I will see and hear you all next week.
Rogrr: Hi DJT!
lily: kernal major
EWeston: They promised to redem them, in pieces
||||||||| 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!"
Glen: eco
Nabby: Rog hi
||||||||| At 10:02 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Mudhead!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
Principalpoop: ok muddy
shoes for the dead: by Mud
Nabby: klobs peace
pinholeF200: there's nothing wrong with the phones, it's your ears
Rogrr: Hey Nabby!
Cat: by mud
Glen: Doctor Uh... Doctor Uh...
shoes for the dead: probly gonna just give ya popcorn back........
EWeston: Can't hear in one, and the other is going OX(&H$@J*!!
pinholeF200: Glauvner's Disease
Principalpoop: gee chi
ThisIsNino: Shoes for something besides industry?
lily: shrimp butter
Glen: Chi Squeezers
shoes for the dead: just itchin my foot here
Glen: Ghee
Nabby: it is sad
EWeston: Sit over there, next to Glauvner
Principalpoop: I wear womans shoes. Want to fight about it?
Nabby: shemp butler
pinholeF200: Ti Chi or Chai Tea
EWeston: No just the names of the stores
NancyKat: Chai
Principalpoop: moe hair pads
ThisIsNino: Gay Liberation Front ... kind of prescient there, eh?
lily: stooge redo
Glen: I knew you were going to say that
EWeston: Joe jam football
lily: I said that last time
Nabby: lol
EWeston: There is a place for tradition
shoes for the dead: echo in here
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
Principalpoop: that was edgy back in 71, who was the orange juice lady nut?
lily: say it like you mean
Nabby: echo in hear
Glen: echo in here
EWeston: Hekco in ear
lily: echo
Nabby: what?
shoes for the dead: ere
||||||||| 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."
pinholeF200: ecco
Principalpoop: ok ok echo
lily: gekko is fear
DJTweeny: P- Anita Bryant
EWeston: A small Jecko ackually
Principalpoop: i had forgotten her name, thanks, I guess hehe
Nabby: all you have to fear is an enormous hungry gekko
Glen: Hang on guys, I'm finding my center over here
shoes for the dead: righto, Tween
pinholeF200: chaos is a foot
DJTweeny: "I haven't been this sick since the Anita Bryant concert." ~ from Airplane!
EWeston: He plays drum on my ears drum
Nabby: it IS a foot
Glen: rat race and bullpen! Peter could think fast!
shoes for the dead: I want a yards worth
lily: 12 inches
Principalpoop: mayhem rules
DJTweeny: Their spontaneity was amazing
shoes for the dead: chaos cubed
EWeston: 100 centimenters...to go!
lily: ye haaa
ThisIsNino: I love most when they bust each other up for just a second, then re-center and keep going
Principalpoop: hey now
Glen: I feel like an old man. I think I'll go get one
Nabby: fast nino
lily: which side are you on
Cat: that's what they most enjoyed doing, this
Glen: Back to Ralph Platt
EWeston: Side six
Channel85: is it wrong to upsample dirty vinyl to 96/24?
Nabby: side three no five
||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Yeti Outranks Them - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Mr. Bark Bark - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Cat: they have defined themselves as 4 guys trying to make each other laugh
Nabby: Ralph was some kinda jeenyus
EWeston: Yup
lily: funny ew let me catch you up
shoes for the dead: five is now three
Beet: I love the ethereal whistler
Glen: YOU NOSY BASTARD
EWeston: What it used to be
Principalpoop: you noisy bastard, I don't like your looks
Glen: that cracked me up
lily: but fourteen will hold forever
Nabby: yeah Beet
Glen: the whistler is RALPH PLATT
Glen: wont somebody believe me
EWeston: Cards or toes?
lily: toe flaps
Nabby: absolutely Glen
Principalpoop: hot licks
Glen: the Eye Of Light!
Nabby: I believe everything you say
||||||||| "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: hot flaps
EWeston: Check its cartaledge
ThisIsNino: French licks...
Glen: THE EYE OF LIGHT
ThisIsNino: America's favorite retort
shoes for the dead: the eye of light sees three
||||||||| 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!"
pinholeF200: the clear white light of stupidity
Nabby: arf arf
EWeston: Exactly Bunsen
Glen: OMG! old man gloom
ThisIsNino: Pluto water... barking....
lily: bake the retote at 250 for
Beet: Oh, Blinding Light
Nabby: that's not exactly water
ThisIsNino: A Disney reference?'
Principalpoop: God in Miami said to subdue the Earth
NancyKat: I cannot see, look out for me...
Glen: sublet! ha
shoes for the dead: sub-dude
pinholeF200: no that would be goofy
Cat: but just the earth in miami
Nabby: love & radio
Principalpoop: Love and radio is blind
EWeston: Where's Clarabell?
Glen: Love And Radio Is Blind!
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
Glen: wow
ThisIsNino: Radio's on the blink
Nabby: make way, miami
pinholeF200: there is no I in eye
Glen: Phil loved long lists of silly things
Nabby: or in needle
Principalpoop: no wheedling
DJTweeny: The radio's winking at you, Nino?
Glen: Austin could make duck noises
Nabby: no camels
lily: Beet Cat EWeston Glen Nabby NancyKat pinholeF200 Principalpoop shoes for the dead ThisIsNino I am circleing the drain nite all
shoes for the dead: or camel
Nabby: shoes!!
Cat: nite lily
lily: dung beet
Principalpoop: sleep sound lily, ciaooo
Glen: Adieu LILY
EWeston: See yah soon Lily
Beet: See you next time, lily
Cat: probably still can, glen
DJTweeny: bye lily, se you next time...
Nabby: take care lily
Glen: under an umlaut!
lily: bye ew
pinholeF200: night lily
ThisIsNino: I'm not from around here. Do these performances exist in a cleaner format?
lily: beet alter
shoes for the dead: damn echo......
pinholeF200: or day lily
lily: b> tween till we meat again
Principalpoop: cacaphony, yeah
lily: pin nice
Nabby: echo?
ThisIsNino: horizontal colon
EWeston: Locked again in the pork futures warehouse
Beet: I have a horizontal colon
ThisIsNino: Eisenhower meant steelworker?
shoes for the dead: this is the deal,Nino, DOMM cd
Principalpoop: get me a colonade
Glen: free associating!
EWeston: Is it helpfull socialy?
Glen: word jazz
||||||||| 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!"
Principalpoop: punastics
Nabby: right on daddy-o
EWeston: With a beat
pinholeF200: throw a towel over it
shoes for the dead: option 16 power play
EWeston: The steel will rust!
Nabby: very organic
Principalpoop: coffee towel passport
Glen: Ralph returns
Channel85: self-realized man
EWeston: prison
Nabby: rust is slow for a reason
Glen: in reverse
EWeston: But it never sleeps
Principalpoop: the origin of consciousness and selfhoodness
shoes for the dead: slow rusted man
||||||||| 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."
Nabby: but it never sleeps, yes
pinholeF200: and eliott ness
Glen: Pete studied under a Zen master...
Nabby: unrust your mind
DJTweeny wonders if they used a Theramin for that whistling sound
NancyKat: mmm
Principalpoop: olive oyl
Nabby: this story helped me once
EWeston: The fate of all Porsche 914's
Nabby: a theremin? neato Tween
DJTweeny: and many ladies studied under Pete
Cat: he was living at said master's house on whidbey island when i last saw him
Glen: It's the Ralph LP
ThisIsNino: This stuff will make your brain tired after a while.
DJTweeny: I think so, Nabby
Channel85: solid
Nabby: delish
Cat: zen and bergman's brain go together well
Principalpoop: Lewis Illuminato, God on earth
Glen: Solid, Jackson
Nabby: lick a boot it will make a difference
EWeston: Gassy Jackson
Principalpoop: The tongue does not lie
Nabby: it's like zergman
Glen: there was always a Zen thing going on in TFT material
Cat: what is "a while?" this? i've been mainlining firesign since 67 and haven't gotten tired of em yet
shoes for the dead: jargon of beatnicks
pinholeF200: penny rookers, cheap hookers, groovy lookers
Nabby: a whole jargon of em
Cat: lots of religious shit indeed
Principalpoop: heavy, when was the last time something was heavy?
Nabby: spiders
Glen: hmmm
NancyKat: erm
shoes for the dead: owls
||||||||| Catherwood enters and asks "Is there anythynge you want? By that I mean Anythynge You Want To, Shakespeare's Lost paperback Comedie in pre-electronic book form!"
Principalpoop: bowls
EWeston: A corpse with a belly full of lead is heavy
Nabby: owls?
Principalpoop: yes indeed heavy that
NancyKat: Poop-metal...
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
Nabby: hoot mon that's a heavy owl
shoes for the dead: crickets
EWeston: Dragging one around is real drag
Channel85: the owls are not what they seem
Glen: many people were killed
Glen: that's from Fields
pinholeF200: wire you insulate
Principalpoop: the guy trapped in the canyon has a necrophilia movie coming out
Cat: did any of you see TV Guise, Mad parody of TV guide from sometime in the 60s
Cat: passport festival of japan indeed
||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Johan Amadeus Myjetski - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| lily - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
shoes for the dead: owls in drag?
Principalpoop: innuendo, an italian suppository
Glen: mad was awesome at that time
Cat: i would be surprised if the Fireguys never saw it. insanely funny
Principalpoop: mad was ahh epic
EWeston: The wigs can be really striking
ThisIsNino: Jakov Bergman -- subtle.
Nabby: vintage fyne Mad yepsk
Glen: NEGROS A GO-GO!!! HAAAA
Nabby: sugared grass!
Glen: their take on TV broadcasting is hysterical
Principalpoop: a pound of sugared grass
Nabby: lol
EWeston: Mad in aspic here
''Bob'': YES MISTRESS!
Glen: Yes, Mistress
Nabby: Creepies was a Spielberg flick right?
||||||||| 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!"
Glen: God, I love this TV material
Principalpoop: horseheight
DJTweeny: You guys want to hear Yes, Mistress in a couple of weeks?
Glen: Horace Heidt!!
shoes for the dead: two-way wrist handcuffs
DJTweeny: This dovetails really well in TVonTV
Cat: that's from an Hour Hour show as I recall
Nabby: Squeezy Whitaker
Channel85: what level of hell does drug usury get you into?
shoes for the dead: yuppers, Tween
Glen: Hideo Bumstead
Glen: i'm dying over here!
EWeston: I'm game, not just gamey
Nabby: 6th
ThisIsNino: My God, you can buy all this stuff now?
Principalpoop: in between masturbaters and those who fail to flush the toilet
DJTweeny: OK, will be sure to play it. Next week is Roller Maidens, and a long collage from Cat
Nabby: 1935
Glen: Lark Albatross
Channel85: mmmm good visual
shoes for the dead: it's mandatory, Nino
DJTweeny: ThisIsNino: My God, you can buy all this stuff now? yuppers - check the link at the top of the page
Cat: Rocket Bozos 3?
Nabby: what's masturbaters poop
Principalpoop: the boxer
''Bob'': Excellent. Not sure when I last heard Roller Maidens.
ThisIsNino: Right. I just saw the link.
DJTweeny: It's the Duke Of Madness Motors compilation, all the radio shows from '70-'72
Nabby: Simon and Garfarkle
EWeston: Not masterbeaters?
ThisIsNino: The Boxer?
Beet: Barbara Bobo pops up every once in a while
Principalpoop: fishers who know how to really their baits
Glen: Goshen
DJTweeny: and a bunch of extras, including interviews
pinholeF200: Master Baiters is a fishing show
shoes for the dead: hee hee nabby it came around
Nabby: Does it have anything to do with summer squash?
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about for DUKE OF MADNESS MOTORS - Every Firesign Theatre radio broadcast from the "Dear Friends" era (1970-1972) >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=domm-ln
Nabby: lol shoes
EWeston: I didn't want to talk about hat
Principalpoop: cecelia, your breaking my heart
ThisIsNino: Can I say: Goodbye?
shoes for the dead: in your hat?
Nabby: you may not
Rufus_T_Firetween: Not until you have a copy of DOMM ;)
||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!"
Principalpoop: nino departing, ding ding
EWeston: Metaphyiscly tricky Nino
Glen: awwww... I love David's children's book readings
ThisIsNino: Working on it, Rufus.
Beet: adios to Nino
||||||||| Around 10:32 PM, ThisIsNino walks off into the sunset...
Nabby: Nino be good
Cat: yes everyone who enjoys firesign should have a copy of DOMM
Nabby: A must!
shoes for the dead: they should put this out for kids, it's the best reading
Beet: Interesting hearing them do Winnie the Pooh
Principalpoop: coddleston pie
Glen: It's very sweet.
EWeston: The secrets out
||||||||| 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 Levi disembarks at 10:33 PM.
Cat: they loved this
Nabby: no explosions
DJTweeny: Hi Levi
DJTweeny: a little late, unfortunately :/
Nabby: Hey Lev
Nabby: i
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
Cat: for very cerebral comics, they were also deeply tied to childhood
DJTweeny: about 10 minutes left in the show
Levi: I'lll be ready next time
Nabby: cerebral comics yeah
Nabby: no pesky pages to flip
Principalpoop: no proper notice taken to me at all
EWeston: We lost the forms
pinholeF200: I tried to reach the knocker but she kept grabbing my hand
Cat: what would you consider proper, poop?
shoes for the dead: or notice/
Nabby: your hand or your gland
Principalpoop: presents and a cake and that kinda stuff
EWeston: Use a stepladder
Glen: It comes in goes out like anything
EWeston: A uranium cake will be arriving shortly
Glen: and
pinholeF200: Or a wooden chair (if you can't find a partner)
EWeston: A glowing UPS driver
Nabby: Catherwood give Principalpoop tasty cake.
||||||||| Catherwood hands principalpoop tasty cake.
EWeston: He could try to blow him out.
Principalpoop: the spelling is good but it is wobbly
shoes for the dead: my tpying is wobbly
Nabby: weebly
Principalpoop: ahh the gloom is lifted, thanks
EWeston: The flying giant squid keep distracting
shoes for the dead: as is my thinking
Nabby: what color are they today
||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Rogrr - dead from the yaws
||||||||| NancyKat - dead from the common cold
||||||||| squeeze_the_wheeze - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
EWeston: Purple swat camo
Nabby: yowers
shoes for the dead: blenb right in
EWeston: They show up well against the wainscotting
||||||||| 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'
DJTweeny: Would love to see you guys at my Sunday show
Nabby: always check the wainscotting even if you don't have squids
DJTweeny: just go to dishnuts.net for instructions
DJTweeny: 6-8pm Eastern, and I happily take requests, including Firesign
Nabby: fun shows Tween
EWeston: We'll see your competing against the hydros and Blue Angles this weekend
DJTweeny: thanks, Nabby
shoes for the dead: best byo radio show around
DJTweeny: Yeah, a lot of folks are doing other things on Sunday evenings
Principalpoop: poor balloon
DJTweeny: That damp rag is Tweeny!
Nabby: yes poop
Principalpoop: poor eyor
Nabby: ppoop
Cat: my favourite size
||||||||| 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: Yup I's had a goodly time too, see you all down the funway
Nabby: ppooh
shoes for the dead: by EW
Principalpoop: ciao ew
Nabby: Take care EW
DJTweeny: Until next time, EW
pinholeF200: See ya, EW
Cat: by ew
Principalpoop: the balloon goes in and out of the pot
Beet: Nite, EW
Nabby: Fudd's Law?
shoes for the dead: in and out like anything
||||||||| 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!"
Cat: it goes in, it goes out like anything. where have we heard that before?
Beet: You guys make my Thursday evenings. Thank You and Thanks Tween as always.
Principalpoop: right here, earlier
Cat: great show as always, tween
Nabby: Great cut Tween & great time
''Bob'': 'nite tweeny. 'nite all
shoes for the dead: Thanks Tween!!
Principalpoop: thank you beet
Principalpoop: thanks all
Lil: great show DJ
Principalpoop: have a super week all, thanks tween
pinholeF200: Thanks Tween
Channel85: thanks for the The Disposable Heroes of Hiphoprisy - let's do some public enemy next time
shoes for the dead: Park it and Lock it!
Nabby: Good to see you all and have a super groovy weekend....man
DJTweeny: Thanks for listening everybody, and have a great week. See you next time, same FireTime, same FireStation...
Principalpoop: be groovy, not heavy
DJTweeny: groovy, man
Lil: you too folks
||||||||| "10:47 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Principalpoop, who then runs out through the french doors and down through the garden.
||||||||| Catherwood says "10:48 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs pinholeF200 by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
Cat: next week folks
||||||||| At 10:48 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Cat!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
DJTweeny: Until last time, again...
||||||||| Catherwood says "10:51 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Rufus_T_Firetween by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
||||||||| Catherwood says "10:51 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs DJTweeny by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
||||||||| It's 10:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Glen - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Beet - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Nabby - dead from measles
||||||||| EWeston - dead from the yaws
||||||||| ''Bob'' - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Levi - 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 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:
||||||||| Channel85 - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Lil - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| mac cat - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'Carmievg', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 12:59 AM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room...
Carmievg: I just got here. What did I miss?
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 1 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Carmievg: But that's all the way over there in Knew Jork! I need to know when it is here?? WHEN IS IT NOW AND HERE?????
Carmievg: Ohhh Fizzpimples. It seems I mist out on all the phun todaynight. Shucks and sunza guns an everythin.
Carmievg: I mite a swell mosey on down the trail then. Wishin all of yew the most pleasantatious eveninj you could ever whope to gimajin!!
||||||||| Carmievg departs at 1:04 AM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
||||||||| Catherwood enters, and announces to all and sundry "It's 4:32 AM, time to change the log file and clean out unused rooms; please exit the chat room for a minute or two. Thank you for your patience."


The Evening's Participants:
Beet
''Bob''
Carmievg
Cat
cat
Channel85
Dexter Fong
DJTweeny
Elayne
EWeston
Glen
Happy Harry Cox
Johan Amadeus Myjetski
Levi
Lil
lily
lookupabit
Mr. Bark Bark
Mudhead
Nabby
NancyKat
pinholeF200
Principalpoop
Rogrr
Rufus_T_Firetween
shoes for the dead
squeeze_the_wheeze
ThisIsNino
Yeti Outranks Them
URL References:
http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51tXmALnQzL._SX342_.jpg
http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php?audio#DUKEOFPFTFTJ
http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php?books
http://firesigntheatre.com/funway.html
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=domm-ln
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=tcotrw-rv
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=tont-ln
http://laughstore.stores.yahoo.net/prbetvornott.html
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Rutles_%28album%29
https://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Firesign-Theatre/282668140208
http://tinyurl.com/o3cv5dz
http://www.allmusic.com/album/tv-or-not-tv-mw0000875087
www.dishnuts.net
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0086009/
http://www.japan-guide.com/r/e107.html
www.kurtericson.com/txroadkill/roadkillshow
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QyAqiNqV2NA



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