A Firesign Chat
08/21/2014




Archive


Special appearance by
Phil Proctor and Phil Austin as 'Two phils'

||||||||| 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 August 21, 2014 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| "10:52 AM? 10:52 AM!!" says Catherwood, "Waltzie should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Waltzie enters and sits on the couch.
||||||||| 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 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Waltzie - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Outside, the 7:56 PM bus from Austin 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.
||||||||| "8:07 PM? 8:07 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Rufus_T_Firetween should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Rufus_T_Firetween enters and sits on the divan.
||||||||| Catherwood enters with lily close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 8:21 PM tree-stunting plans, and hurries off to the vestibule.
lily: tee hee
DJTweeny: Hi lily
lily: hey dj
||||||||| New notice: '** There will be a Firesign Theatre/US Plus Stimulcast starting at 9pmET this evening. Warm-up music begins around 8:40pmET - 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 walks up and snorts derisively "Presenting '1bigplotcher', just granted probation at 8:37 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'Heater Hooker Hellmouth', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:38 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom...
||||||||| 8:38 PM: Bottles jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!"
DJTweeny: Hi Bottles, plotcher, hellmouth
Heater Hooker Hellmouth: howdy
||||||||| 8:40 PM: LarryC jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
DJTweeny: Hi Larry
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - Music To Greet Aliens By - listen to the stream at 128k at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k for dial-up users at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u (streaming server graciously provided by Radio Free Dishnuts - www.dishnuts.net) **'
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 8:42 PM, dragging SoupyX by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Yahoo ™?"
DJTweeny: Hi Soupy
SoupyX: Greetings!
||||||||| uh, Clem steals in around 8:43 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident."
DJTweeny: Hi clem
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "8:43 PM and late as usual, it's Happy Harry Cox, just back from Hellmouth."
DJTweeny: Hi Harry
Happy Harry Cox: Hi Tweeny!
||||||||| 8:44 PM: Lil jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
DJTweeny: Hi Lil
Lil: Hi Tweeny, gang
Happy Harry Cox: Dogs flew spaceships!
||||||||| mahatma57 sneaks in around 8:46 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
DJTweeny: Your brain is no longer the boss!
Heater Hooker Hellmouth: a real square little fellow
DJTweeny: Hi mahatma
mahatma57: I was nowhere near the scene of the crime..
SoupyX: We were all goodly stretched by the hemp.
DJTweeny: a really fine album :)
Happy Harry Cox: my fave
DJTweeny: mine too
SoupyX: Smoked us all like Boston scrod.
Happy Harry Cox: second only to "gas Music From Jupiter".
mahatma57: I say! Let's have a Rayvoulution... (burble, burble)..
||||||||| Cat enters at 8:50 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and dashes off to the Hat Pack Annex.
DJTweeny: Hey Cat
Cat: Hi chatters
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:50 PM and Ed sashays out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
DJTweeny: Hi Ed
Happy Harry Cox: hi Cat
mahatma57: Is this Genesis? or just Revelation..
DJTweeny: It be Genesis
SoupyX: Genesis of the End
lily: I like grapes because grapes like me
DJTweeny: they jump in your mouth do they, lily?
Lil: Been to Greece lately then?
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "8:53 PM and late as usual, it's Dexter Fong, just back from New York."
mahatma57: I just heard that Genesis is about to rerlease a documentary
DJTweeny: Hey Dexter
Lil: Hey Dex
lily: It is hard to keep up sometimes
Cat: Hey, it's Dex
uh, Clem: Going to grease - and swim the English Channel...
Cat: Haven't seen you here in a while
||||||||| Chick Lambert fades in and says: "I have no idea who this Friedstein Theatre is, but they 're honing in on my territory over at Duke of Madness Motors. Give 'em the what for, Storm!" "RUFF! RUFF!"
Dexter Fong: Hi guys...pardon me while I see if I an get audio tonight
mahatma57: Fong! I thought I smelled your cheap perfume..
DJTweeny: Having any luck with Win 8, Dex?
lily: someone we won't name names
||||||||| It's 8:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| LarryC - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Bottles - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| 1bigplotcher - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies dogkisser into the room, accepts a jar of pennies as a gratuity, mutters something about 8:55 PM, then departs.
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "8:55 PM and late as usual, it's MacCat, just back from British Columbia."
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 8:56 PM, dragging Timeghost by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yo-yo?"
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "8:56 PM and late as usual, it's EWeston, just back from Seattle."
lily: I have a voucher for a yo yo
mahatma57: GL all.. When does the poker game start?
mahatma57: Oops.. wrong page..
EWeston: Evnin Tweeny Dex cat and the L gurls
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'md_parrothead', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:57 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
lily: don't poke her she'll fall right over
Cat: EW
||||||||| Mr. Bark Bark tiptoes in around 8:58 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident."
||||||||| 8:58 PM: Nabby jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!"
mahatma57: "The waiting is the hardest part" -T. Petty
Nabby: Is this simulated do you suppose?
DJTweeny: Hi dog, timeghost, EW, parrothead, Mr. Bark, Nabby
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 8:59 PM, dragging Catherwood by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Yahoo ™?"
Mr. Bark Bark: Greetings, fellow kids!
DJTweeny: Hello other Catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood walks right past DJTweeny
SoupyX: The Aztecs invented the vacation!
DJTweeny: Just to let you know, Catherwood is a reserved name here. It's a bot
||||||||| Catherwood pretends not to hear DJTweeny
Mr. Bark Bark: Why, who are you, old man???
Dexter Fong: I have audio!!
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, August 21, 2014 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
Catherwood: I'm the one from the flashback
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies NancyKat in through the front door at 9:00 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Nabby: Hey Tween & Cat Cath DF dk EW lil lily MC MHM md_p MBB T-ghost UH and all kinds of yaz
NancyKat: Barkbark....
EWeston: Just taking time out from training for the olyimpic calvinball event
Mr. Bark Bark: Flashback... flashback...
mahatma57: What's that, I can't hear you..
DJTweeny: Hi Nancy
Nabby: audio is on
||||||||| Outside, the 9:00 PM downtown bus from Michigan pulls away, leaving shoes for the dead coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Lil: Congrats Dex
||||||||| 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 rabbidanny plummets into the garden at 9:00 PM.
Nabby: Hi Nancy
shoes for the dead: Howdy
Nabby: Hey shoes
DJTweeny: Hi shoes, danny
lily: speedo ball
NancyKat: Heya, Tweeny!
shoes for the dead: playing my song
EWeston: Shoes and der Nabby
||||||||| At 9:01 PM, Catherwood vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies YepSniff inside, makes a note of the time (9:01 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
rabbidanny: plummeting indeed
Cat: This sounds like their April Fools show
Nabby: indeed shoes
NancyKat: My dead don't need shoes...lol...
Dexter Fong: Thanks Lil
Nabby: autoharp?
EWeston: We keep them in ball jars around here
DJTweeny: Hi Sniff
Nabby: bong
SoupyX: Take off your shoes.... for industry!
mahatma57: Wait a minute, where am I? This doesn't sound like Justin Bieber..
Nabby: Sniff Soupy bong
lily: canning can be fun and profitable
DJTweeny: lol
NancyKat: Vodka Bong...
EWeston: Find an exit qick man!
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "9:02 PM and late as usual, it's pinholeF200, just back from Missouri."
lily: yummy
shoes for the dead: so can caning
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 9:03 PM, dragging Arnie by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yo-yo?"
Nabby: pin
Nabby: hi Tweenzo
NancyKat: G..U..R..U...
EWeston: How bout maple bacon yogurt?
Nabby: EYKIW
lily: hey never said I could spell or type
shoes for the dead: tastes like pork
NancyKat: EW....uhhhhno...
mahatma57: I have never heard this version before..
Nabby: what? how?
EWeston: There is a god
||||||||| Art WholeFlaffer enters at 9:04 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and scurries off to the Haberdashery Barn.
Nabby: there is a dog
||||||||| 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."
Art WholeFlaffer: OMG...my iron lung is working again!
Cat: that was originally recorded for an april fools broadcast in 97
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Electric Lady close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 9:04 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the vestibule.
EWeston: And he's still in that tree
Nabby: firesign conan
lily: theres a clog
Nabby: that's a relief Art
NancyKat: Art...marching, marching to shibboleth...
shoes for the dead: a glog in the doggie door?
Lil: Where's Poop 2night?
EWeston: wave it at that mechanical loom, and see what happens
||||||||| Captain Equinox flies in through the transom, landing on the bearskin rug. "Attention, solstice squad! After working a 12-hour day, I like to kick back and swill some juice out of a genuine Firesign coffee mug or Bear Whiz Beer stein!"
Nabby: it's weirdly cool
Mr. Bark Bark: Is Robin Williams STILL a fan??
Nabby: Once a fan....
||||||||| Catherwood says "9:06 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Arnie by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “EVERYTHING YOU KNOW IS WRONG” - listen to the stream at 128k at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k for dial-up users at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u - YOU CAN PURCHASE THIS ALBUM AT >> http://laughstore.stores.yahoo.net/firtheatseze.html **'
Dexter Fong: From the other sideBark
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Arnie into the room, accepts three dimes as a gratuity, grumbles something about 9:06 PM, then departs.
Nabby: It changed my life
lily: FST Heaven
shoes for the dead: the vid is on youtube
pinholeF200: But he's just on the Other Side
Mr. Bark Bark: Korea?
NancyKat: barkBark-will probably always be...
EWeston: He still gets email where he is
DJTweeny: Hi pinhole, Art, Lady, Arnie
Electric Lady: hell! Hello I mean. just establishing sound and vision
Cat: He can exchange riffs with Peter
Nabby: truly lily
pinholeF200: Sup Tweeny?
Heater Hooker Hellmouth: 90666
Nabby: The Truth Revealed
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “EVERYTHING YOU KNOW IS WRONG” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=eykiw-ln
NancyKat: And smoke with Carlin...
||||||||| Arnie rushes off, saying "9:07 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
EWeston: Lotta good company where he is
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Gary the Seeker into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, grumbles something about 9:07 PM, then departs.
lily: eyes belib nabby
||||||||| 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 Dr. Dog plummets into the garden at 9:07 PM.
pinholeF200: Betcha didn't know the South won the Civil War
Mr. Bark Bark: And guess who's turn it is now??
EWeston: Get a fake eye test
DJTweeny: Hi Dr. Dog
Mr. Bark Bark: Whose not who's
||||||||| "9:08 PM? 9:08 PM!!" says Catherwood, "elpoptart should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as elpoptart enters and sits in front of the fireplace.
DJTweeny: Hi Gary
Dr. Dog: High all
Cat: At Peter's Memorial event in Kirkland, David told me that Peter was always the trailblazer, first with radio free oz, now with death
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
shoes for the dead: not a drinkin man on duty
Mr. Bark Bark: Am not amram
DJTweeny: Hi poptart
EWeston: Nice doggy
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
Nabby: more at the door
Nabby: eh lily
Gary the Seeker: that dry hump over there...
Electric Lady: this is so cool.
mahatma57: Not the same without the video..
EWeston: Lem Ashauler will save us
DJTweeny: My favorite FST album :)
||||||||| It's 9:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Ed - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
DJTweeny hasn't seen the video
Gary the Seeker: ...repeated everything anybody said...
Nabby: I misunderheard ya
shoes for the dead: its on youtube Tween
lily: brewed clowns
Nabby: could be
EWeston: Well spoken, and good wheels too
DJTweeny: thanks shoes
Nabby: could be
SoupyX: Tearing up at "choked to death on a piece of cheese".
Mr. Bark Bark: possibly
shoes for the dead: safe as clown's milk
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and announces "Announcing 'Nancy', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:11 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room...
mahatma57: I saw a screening of a 16mm print at a church in Chicago. It changed my life..
Cat: Nurgi, Pete's dog.
Lil: Has anyone seen my blue moss?
||||||||| 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 rusty falls out at 9:11 PM.
lily: could be
EWeston: Its just...stiffer
Cat: There was an identical dog at the hotel during the memorial service.
DJTweeny: Hi Nancy, rusty
pinholeF200: The only President of the United States
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Principalpoop into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:11 PM, then departs.
pinholeF200: Who was never
Nabby: Nancy and Rusty
DJTweeny: ** WE’RE STREAMING LIVE!! - 128k (for broadband listeners) at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k (for dial-up users) at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u
pinholeF200: President of the United States
DJTweeny: Hey P
Cat: Hi poop
NancyKat: Pp!
Nabby: could be ppoop
shoes for the dead: Hashfire Inn
EWeston: Poops in the house, condemned as it is
mahatma57: Or... Or.
Principalpoop: rebelious libertines all
Gary the Seeker: goodly stretched by the hemp...
Principalpoop: hey all
Lil: Hi Poopie dear
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “EVERYTHING YOU KNOW IS WRONG” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=eykiw-ln
shoes for the dead: hey poop
Dexter Fong: HEY POOP
Principalpoop: hemp kindled the fire
lily: amber waves of ale
Electric Lady: feted fervor of Freedom!! wonderful words!!!
NancyKat: Principal-or was that "Libertarians"? librarians?
Nabby: wobbly film
Principalpoop: fong, can you hear the stream?
Nancy: An Alternate History for an Alternate Culture
Heater Hooker Hellmouth: really touching film
Dexter Fong: What?
||||||||| 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 Elayne gets out at 9:13 PM.
Principalpoop: libarians
Elayne: Evenin' all!
DJTweeny: Hey Elayne
Cat: Hi El
EWeston: Libationers
Principalpoop: huh?
Dexter Fong: Hey E
Elayne: Dex, I'm still recovering from that polyunsaturated ghee yesterday.
Nabby: wobbly waves of...hi Elayne
EWeston: I mean in who's movie
Dr. Dog: What should I use to play the stream?
Gary the Seeker: I'm back, and I'm beautiful!
||||||||| Beet enters at 9:13 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Chapeau Manger.
shoes for the dead: hey El
Nabby: which reel?
NancyKat: Principal-i think it's arequirement of librarians to wear glasses...very myopic, non?
Dexter Fong: Poop; Yes, believe audio problems are resolved
Principalpoop: bet you didn't know the south worn the civil war
mahatma57: An alternate history for an Alternate Culture!
Nabby: fast forward
lily: a trickle of words becomes a torrent of paragraphs
EWeston: The last real
mahatma57: FF
Elayne: Dex and I went to the Indian place where we usually eat lunch, and it was under new management. Terrible atmosphere, subpar food, a disappointment all around.
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!
Principalpoop: librarians, the 3rd sex
Lil: Winamp is a good free download
Principalpoop: rats E
||||||||| 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!"
Beet: Hi Tween, Cat, Dex, E!, EW Lily lily Poop shoes et al
NancyKat: Elayne-i think it
shoes for the dead: i need to digitise this so i can hear the fast bits
EWeston: An their selfish with it
Elayne: Wow, nice greeting, Beet!
||||||||| "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!"
Principalpoop: super Fong, hey beet
Elayne: No PrinPoop, I'm pretty sure it wasn't Rat in the Box.
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
Cat: Sad to hear that, El
pinholeF200: Do Librarians practice Philately?
Dexter Fong: Hi Beet
NancyKat: Elayne-I belive it's a sin to ruin good Indian food...
Principalpoop: cats?
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 9:15 PM, dragging Frederico Thingagummy by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yahoo?"
||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and intones "Announcing 'dhoodness', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:15 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room...
Lil: Hi Beetster
DJTweeny: Hi Beet
Elayne: Cat, were your ears burning yesterday? We talked about you.
Heater Hooker Hellmouth: wild bunch of miners...
Nabby: a flurry of verbiage....hey beet
Gary the Seeker: I'm thankful my Dad let me take out ETYKIW and How Can You from the liberry when I was still WAY too young to understand about 75% of the jokes...
DJTweeny: Hi Fredrico, hoodness
Cat: no, el
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “EVERYTHING YOU KNOW IS WRONG” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=eykiw-ln
Nabby: medium...or large
Frederico Thingagummy: Sorry to be late. Have I missed anything I didn't know yet?
lily: could be
DJTweeny: I'm still hearing stuff on the albums that I didn't catch back in the 70's
Principalpoop: that was extremely potent
Beet: Hi Nab
Elayne: Is anyone in the market for some Firesign vinyl? My buddy Jill (brilliantatbreakfast) is trying to unload her extras.
Nabby: I still don't understand 75% of the jokes
shoes for the dead: it's all wrong, Fred
||||||||| "9:16 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Nancy, who then dashes out through the french doors and down through the flowerbeds.
Nabby: wink
Principalpoop: caw caw
NancyKat: Nancy-Hello...
EWeston: Could be could be
Elayne: Nabby, tell us which ones you don't get, we have a lot of expertise here. :)
Frederico Thingagummy: Have to admit that after listening to most of them at least once a year since the 70s, I don't think I missed anything.
shoes for the dead: what?
DJTweeny: ** Don’t forget to check out the Firesign Theatre Funway for a cool page full of Flash goodies. Just move your cursor over various areas of the page - http://firesigntheatre.com/funway.html
Heater Hooker Hellmouth: a young art bell injests hallucinogens
Gary the Seeker: My name's Adolph...
mahatma57: Nobody gwine hab to be a slave all the time no mo'. We gwine take toins.. and guess who's toin it iz..
lily: wink
Beet: I thought I turned that damned thing off
Nabby: thank you I shall, E
||||||||| 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: He's not your son Fred
Frederico Thingagummy: Learned to do that after first hearing American Pagent (2nd album) right after reading Ulysses the first time.
Gary the Seeker: ha ha ha ha...
Principalpoop: follow the snake
Elayne: Oh, I wish this bit had made it into the video, but they just couldn't afford the animation...
pinholeF200: haha
Electric Lady: so, are any of the FT's here with us tonight?
DJTweeny: ** For those of you who don't know, typing a ':' (colon) in this chat has the same effect as typing '/me' in an IRC chat
DJTweeny: Sorry Lady, no
Heater Hooker Hellmouth: damn
mahatma57: I always liked the Carlos Castenada books..
Elayne: Hey Electric, not yet. You'll be able to tell, their names will show up in red.
Cat: it's amazing they were able to do as much as they did with their budget, el.
Principalpoop: they are in red when they are here
Electric Lady: ;
DJTweeny: When they show up, their names will be in red
Elayne: Very true, Cat.
Cat: I think I first saw the vid when I visited you in 05
md_parrothead: Hey, it's Nino!
Gary the Seeker: "Inside I'm tan and handsome!"
lily: mind blown
Principalpoop: carlos canasta, get a meld
mahatma57: Follow the snake.. The snake is a reever..
EWeston: hide the spoons
||||||||| 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!"
Frederico Thingagummy: They should have steel boxes at Cafe Press. "Nino Approved."
Nabby: they want contact
||||||||| Kate sneaks in around 9:19 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident."
Electric Lady
DJTweeny: Hi Kate
Nabby: hi Kate
shoes for the dead: they should put this on a cdrom
Nabby: hide the mind spoons
Electric Lady I'm slow.. so what's up with typing the color?
Beet: Hold the flattery - Holflatter
shoes for the dead: hold the flattery
DJTweeny: Um, shoes, check the link at the top of the page ;)
Frederico Thingagummy: CD ROMs are no longer New Age. They're old tech.
Elayne: Hey Kate! Looks like we have at least 3-4 double chromosomers here tonight, very nice!
Electric Lady: colon
lily: brain scoops
shoes for the dead: echo in here
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EWeston: Generate by the site EL
Principalpoop: the same way that text changes when you type tweeny, they are red
shoes for the dead: i mean the vid
NancyKat: Elayne-A Doughnut fest instead of an eclair fest?
Nabby: chilled
EWeston: This is not a real test
mahatma57: "Oh, he just wants his rent"
Beet: If we get an abundance of ladies, this thing could catch on
Gary the Seeker: we're all coming out on the heavenly bus... speak out, seek out...
Heater Hooker Hellmouth: stalked by seekers
Nabby: oh the vid
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
Frederico Thingagummy: So has anyone checked the hole in Siberia to see if there's breakfast down there?
||||||||| 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!"
Electric Lady: b> tweeny
Elayne: I miss donuts, NancyCat... but yes, less sausage please!
shoes for the dead: a surreal test?
DJTweeny: could be, Fredrico
lily: I don't want to catch anything
Elayne: Oh, I just got that "melt a watch for Dr. Dali" line, I'd not heard that one before.
NancyKat: EW-if it's NOT a real test-dows that mean it's an Emergency?
Gary the Seeker: MORE SUGAR!!!
EWeston: From anudder universe
mahatma57: Speak out, Seek out!
Frederico Thingagummy: I'm diabetic. MORE SPLENDA!
NancyKat: Elayne-it shore beats bagels!
md_parrothead: Bear WHiz
Nabby: catch it and you keep it
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
pinholeF200: Animal, Missouri
Gary the Seeker: Bear Whiz... the original craft beer
Nabby: it's in the water--of course *facepalm*
Heater Hooker Hellmouth: hot
lily: you want locks on that
Elayne: Me too, Frederico! Although my sweetener of choice is stevia, all the artificial sweeteners taste metallic to me.
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
DJTweeny: crafted by bears?
||||||||| "Happy" Harry Cox pops in and say "I was right! Everything I knew WAS wrong! You CAN get "Profiles in Barbecue Sauce", chock full of meaty Firesign scripts!"
EWeston: Surround the boundry and we'll get to the bottom of this!
mahatma57: And there's hamburger all over the highway..
Elayne: Yay Nabby! See, it's fun "hearing" them for the first time!
Gary the Seeker: Your nap will rise again!
Principalpoop: the happy hour news is back
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and announces "Announcing 'moondawg', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:23 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary...
Elayne: Mahatma, from what I remember "hamburger all over the highway" referred to the ubiquious fast food joints along I-95
EWeston: Still spinning wheat into glod here
DJTweeny: Hi moondawg
md_parrothead: This sucker's only 60 feet deep!
lily: but where is the weft
Nabby: My nap rose by any other name
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
Nabby: moondawg
DJTweeny: ** WE’RE STREAMING LIVE!! - 128k (for broadband listeners) at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k (for dial-up users) at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u
moondawg: howdy room
Gary the Seeker: Live or die, I'll make a million!
Principalpoop: oh my nape
||||||||| 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!"
||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'rufusjazzdog', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:24 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom...
EWeston: Grow nape roses in your aledged free time
||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Happy Harry Cox - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| dogkisser - dead from measles
||||||||| rabbidanny - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Art WholeFlaffer - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Dr. Dog - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
DJTweeny: Hi jazzdog
||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'BrianThatIsCalledBrian', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:25 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary...
pinholeF200: Fall into Catman Do?
Frederico Thingagummy: If Cat-Man do, does Dog-Boy do, too?
mahatma57: Could be, could be.. All I know is EVERYTHING YOU KNOW IS WRONG
shoes for the dead: chili Colorado
DJTweeny: Hi Brian
Nabby: wiffed a wafting woof--hi rufusJ
Frederico Thingagummy: Any if he does, who cleans up the mess?
Principalpoop: the curious and the kooky
Nabby: I've lost track
Electric Lady: Who is putting things down that tell us to buy things? that's why I thought on eof the FT boys were here.
EWeston: Gangs of roaming mutant blue hamsters
DJTweeny: That's another bot, Lady
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Nabby: He was wrong, right?
BrianThatIsCalledBrian: Hi guys!
lily: that body shiver when you take off your bra
Elayne: Quicki, turn over the record!
Gary the Seeker: "Turn over this record" ...what's he TALKING about?
pinholeF200: Hey Bri
md_parrothead: Gas Music
Elayne: Hey Brian1
EWeston: Tim say hay Bian
BrianThatIsCalledBrian: Love this one
NancyKat: MMM blue hamsters...
Frederico Thingagummy: I dunno. I already bought everything. Since I'm in the home town of two Firesigners, I think of it as bringing the ware back home.
md_parrothead: I admit it--I too was taken in
Principalpoop: not a shiver, more of a plop
EWeston: With maple surup and, bacon
Elayne: Frederico, Goshen???
Mr. Bark Bark: Heh heh heh
pinholeF200: Oh No he's being alienated
Gary the Seeker: nicely done, Frederico..
mahatma57: The most important revelation in my life..
Frederico Thingagummy: Land o'goshen! No, Shaker Heights, actually.
NancyKat: Frederico-to where it ought to have been before?
Heater Hooker Hellmouth: a young art bell decides to commit full disclosure
Nabby: enough trickery!
shoes for the dead: Nairobi
Principalpoop: enough of this deception and trickery
lily: poop really really
||||||||| Outside, the 9:28 PM bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving dadsir2u coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Gary the Seeker: Proof and everything!
Nabby: it's bob
BrianThatIsCalledBrian: A lettuce named Frog shall lead you
Frederico Thingagummy: Aliens! Don't tell the Republicans!
md_parrothead: Here come the Mounds
Principalpoop: i was speaking about me, but ok hehe
EWeston: I don't agree more deception and trickery are called for, and out
Gary the Seeker: And the Rapids
NancyKat: He's my uncle...
dadsir2u: Is it going to be ALL RIGHT?
uh, Clem: Paul and Patty?
mahatma57: Enough of this deception and trickery..
EWeston: Its gonna be all red
Nabby: hi buzz hi bunny
||||||||| "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: Dadsir2u-HOT DOG!
md_parrothead: Hello Buzz and Bunny
||||||||| 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!"
Principalpoop: Hi buzz and bunny
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
Beet: Weisersehen
Nabby: hey uh clem
moondawg: And where's my pickle ?
shoes for the dead: echo in here
Gary the Seeker: "He's in medical school for a few weeks in Mexico, Bob"
Nabby: echo in here
EWeston: Does your vife no zis?
DJTweeny: Hi dadsir
Principalpoop: rancho malaria clowndominiums
Nabby: ahh the Rapids
Beet: grand rapids
Dexter Fong: dangerous
Principalpoop: the mounds, paul and patty
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "9:30 PM and late as usual, it's ThisIsNino, just back from Funfun Town."
Cat: Maybe they're visiting Michael Packer
Dexter Fong: those are the humps
Nabby: what are these?
DJTweeny: Hi Nino
lily: fickle rapids
EWeston: IU missed tha deangerous part, was it?
Gary the Seeker: it must have been hellaciously fun to make this record...
Nabby: everyone loves moss not
SoupyX: ... but they sure know where it some from!
EWeston: JUst can't stand the taste
Principalpoop: here we are, waking up in the spaceship
Dexter Fong: moss snot?
Cat: probably, most of their records, Gary
Nabby: I was born in fickle rapids wisconsin
Nabby: frog snot, sorry
lily: rollings stones gather crushed skulls
ThisIsNino: Alien village...
EWeston: Moss is snot here
||||||||| 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!"
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Principalpoop: you think its a booger, but its not
pinholeF200: Chicago mayor can't salute, had a middle finger injury
Beet: you can gear the storm
DJTweeny: lol
ThisIsNino: like little tongues...
Nabby: you can't say booger on the internet
Frederico Thingagummy: Clubbing takes on a new meaning now.
Principalpoop: so actually, you are both aliens right now
Nabby: and yet so near
shoes for the dead: hi NSA guy
mahatma57: Booger
Beet: going to the pissfext
Nabby: pssst we're all aliens
EWeston: The MIB come and neuralize you
Cat: lol, fred
Frederico Thingagummy: I wanna ticket to pissfest!
NancyKat: enessayy
Beet: my tiping is tdribl 2nite
Gary the Seeker: the best damn nudist trailer park in the southwest...
Frederico Thingagummy: Good thing Buddy was born before they got altered.
Nabby: uLTRaSeCReT
ThisIsNino: They're in everybody's eggs.
md_parrothead: Honey, they're in EVERYBODY'S eggs!
mahatma57: Is this beating an clubbing a part of the dance?
Principalpoop: asparagus fans use the 2nd ballroom
Frederico Thingagummy: My brain never was the boss.
EWeston: My typing is fred tonickt
Principalpoop: if there are no eyes, avoid all contact
NancyKat: fershnikct
Nabby: I pick 3
lily: eggs on the sidewalk
Nabby: weapons of mass insanity
Frederico Thingagummy: We are stuck in a loop
ThisIsNino: She gets it in the back...
shoes for the dead: Mas insanity
EWeston: He, or it? is cheap and substandard
md_parrothead: Syrup won't stop them
Principalpoop: men, our greatest fear is realized
EWeston: His option, command!
Nabby: whew
Frederico Thingagummy: I think the General is soft-boiled.
mahatma57: If there are no eyes, avoid all contact..
NancyKat: molaases...
Beet: You've got your phenomena scrambles
Elayne: Let's just call them the phenomena
Principalpoop: the phenomena
EWeston: Hide under the seat of your plane!
Nabby: phenomenama
Nabby: llama
Principalpoop: his option, command
||||||||| Dhoodness enters at 9:36 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Hat Pack Annex.
lily: watch out for dust bunnies in that hole
||||||||| "Happy" Harry Cox pops in and say "I was right! Everything I knew WAS wrong! You CAN get "Profiles in Barbecue Sauce", chock full of meaty Firesign scripts!"
EWeston: The girl from phenominananaha
Gary the Seeker: end of film?
Principalpoop: i went deaf
Nabby: where the humuhumu...etc
Beet: the sound just dropped out
Mr. Bark Bark: What?
Mr. Bark Bark: It's soundproofed, so no one can hear us.
Nabby: Eh?
Principalpoop: huh?
elpoptart: technical difficulties
Frederico Thingagummy: I hear nothing. NOTHing.
Heater Hooker Hellmouth: end of everything
Elayne: It dropped out for everyone
Nabby: honk
Beet: we can't talk in here
Dexter Fong: what a relief it not me this time
ThisIsNino: hewo dawkness my old fweind
Mr. Bark Bark: Take my hand!
Nabby: lol MrBB
Frederico Thingagummy: The aliens have cut the sound feed!
Gary the Seeker: Nice, Barky
EWeston: Can't hear in one ear and the other is going%#x*&9_
Elayne: LOL, Frederico!
ThisIsNino: I've come to tawk wif you again
DJTweeny: ** HAVING ISSUES
mahatma57: Well, that's old age thinking..
lily: cone of air control
Dexter Fong: the sounds of science
Principalpoop: the old grey mare, she ain't what she used to be
Elayne: Good one, Dex
Frederico Thingagummy: In one hear and out the utter.
Nabby: oh blinding light
DJTweeny: 16k is still up
EWeston: Why Bark Bark are you comind apart?
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
Beet: The NSA finally attacked
Elayne: Dex, were you actually able to hear it before it cut out?
pinholeF200: We can't talk here
Heater Hooker Hellmouth: mr nsa got tired of our shit
shoes for the dead: can still hear it in my head tho
Frederico Thingagummy: Low tech--salvation from below.
Nabby: where am I?
Gary the Seeker: who am us, anyway?
Nabby: mass insanity
mahatma57: When in doot, reboot..
lily: antestimate
Principalpoop: damn you osama, oops ISIS?
md_parrothead: What do mean we can't talk here/
ThisIsNino: Hell, we can all recite the goldurn thing...
EWeston: With the Cezh
Cat: true, nino
||||||||| Mayor P'nisnose strides up to the podium and speaks: "My fellow Armenians, if you have questions about exorcism, buy the new book "EXORCISM IN YOUR DAILY LIFE", now on sale. Incidentally, so is my vote."
Beet: should we not say hello anymore?
Dexter Fong: Elayne: Yes, audio issues are resolved...at this end at least
Frederico Thingagummy: Yep, 16K still works.
Mr. Bark Bark: Technical difficulties with our pics mission... however we will continue with the sound portion of--
Frederico Thingagummy: I feel like we've moved back to 1988.
DJTweeny: JUST A SECOND, FOLKS
EWeston: And the curtains are filty
Frederico Thingagummy: Oops. Spoke too soon.
lily: golden air
Dexter Fong: 1988 Wistful Vista Drive
Frederico Thingagummy: Beware the Tweeny. He's inflatable.
Mr. Bark Bark: You people are SO superstitious.
dadsir2u: Say Hilo,Hilo
||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| YepSniff - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| rusty - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Kate - dead from jaundice
||||||||| moondawg - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
uh, Clem: I get file-not-found on both links
EWeston: Shakka Bro
shoes for the dead: second folks? like foster parents?
Frederico Thingagummy: It's just this little chromean switch here.
DJTweeny: 128k stream back up
elpoptart: *honk**honk*
Mr. Bark Bark: Yeay!
Elayne: b> Tweeny's trying to fix it, folks, be patient
pinholeF200: Got a three-pound hammer here somewhere
||||||||| 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."
uh, Clem: yup 128K is back
Principalpoop: ok, 128 is go
md_parrothead: You people are SO superstitious!
mahatma57: Let me just shit down on this moss here..
BrianThatIsCalledBrian: Yup
EWeston: Don't force it use a bigger hammer
Beet: I got it again after I pushed "play" on the player
lily: I have an ectra O ring
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
Nabby: yepsk sound back
||||||||| 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!"
Frederico Thingagummy: Yes, Nino can say hello.
Principalpoop: we missed almost all art holeflapper
BrianThatIsCalledBrian: Nino Savat with a Psychic Minute!
ThisIsNino: Can I say hello?
Elayne: Thanks Tween!
DJTweeny: 16k back up
Cat: ah yes. just had to refresh iturnes
Beet: The Holy Book of Holes
DJTweeny: SORRY FOLKS
shoes for the dead: b> Tweeny found the Chromium switch
Gary the Seeker: I've got an erector set!
ThisIsNino: I love that line.
pinholeF200: Wholly holy
Principalpoop: don't call us name tweeny, gosh
md_parrothead: And they knew not their holes from an ass on the groudn
EWeston: Throw a towel on it
lily: Hello this
Nabby: O henry
Principalpoop: names even
Beet: Did you fall in the hole, Tweeny?
mahatma57: "I smell Breakfast!"
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
DJTweeny: the stream sure did
pinholeF200: Do some pushups it'll go away
||||||||| Outside, the 9:42 PM downtown bus from Gig Harbor pulls away, leaving Two phils coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Principalpoop: i could not find my ass using both hands
||||||||| 9:42 PM -- DJTweeny left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
Cat: phil and phil?
Gary the Seeker: the gas connection has been making funny music? from jupiter?
Nabby: spelunk!
EWeston: My as belongs to nursie. That's what she says anyway
Two phils: Proctor and Austin are together tonight. Yes, we're real, face the facts.
Principalpoop: is 2 phils an empty?
shoes for the dead: try your feet
BrianThatIsCalledBrian: Hey there Phils
Frederico Thingagummy: Hello, Philz.
Principalpoop: omg, twin things kinda sorta
Cat: Proctor said he was going to visit Austins on Fox Island
Gary the Seeker: If you got just a Whiz in the fridge...
md_parrothead: This sucker's only 60 feet deep
Nabby: dubble your Phils
EWeston: I can't get a good angle with my feet
Cat: wow, the real phils!
Principalpoop: one last salute to the crowd
Principalpoop: or die a chicken...
Dexter Fong: I've had my Phil of this
Frederico Thingagummy: Why dye a chicken? Won't a turkey do?
Lil: Poop put your glasses on
Timeghost: I don't remember this part of the album...
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 9:44 PM, dragging DJTweeny by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Firehead?"
Cat: there's no danger next to doublephil
mahatma57: I ain't no chicken!!
EWeston: Sure, but via duck?
||||||||| Hagerine enters at 9:44 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Chapeau Manger.
shoes for the dead: 3-4-5? EW
Elayne: Welcome back, Tween, and thanks for fixing the audio!
Beet: I smell breakfast!
Principalpoop: how are you guys doing? guys night out? and you come to firesign chat? hehe
NancyKat: SQUAB!
Gary the Seeker: He's no fun, he fell right over...
ThisIsNino: Easiest goddam money I ever made!
DJTweeny: yw Elayne :)
EWeston: I'm too dam linear
Two phils: We're waiting for someone to pay attention to us ...
mahatma57: Reebus, You must be insane!
Principalpoop: a golden light, fresh air, and breakfast
lily: obtuse
Nabby: aaaaiiieeeeee
Cat: normally you're in Red when you appear here. I guess Merl isn't here to make that happen
DJTweeny: lol P
ThisIsNino: Oh, baby, you heard of me!
mahatma57: OMG
EWeston: How much woud you like 500, a thousand?
lily: nabby too close
Two phils: We forgot how to make ourselves red.
ThisIsNino: Masonites.
Gary the Seeker: mouse blue uniforms...
Principalpoop: sense? wrong chat
Heater Hooker Hellmouth: damned masons
shoes for the dead: halh a key?
Lil: You have me at attention Phils
ThisIsNino: High noble, bye noble.
Principalpoop: we need merlin
mahatma57: That must be pretty magnetic, Ray..
DJTweeny: Merlyn's not here, Phils
Nabby: they say you don't know where the edge is until you've gone overrrr
Dexter Fong: b> Tweeny: Are you starting the whole thing over?
Frederico Thingagummy: How about Marlin?
EWeston: And all the red leaked anway I suppose
DJTweeny: I think not ;)
dadsir2u: Been shootin reds a nd yellows all day.
NancyKat: Frederico-he's really a game fish...
Gary the Seeker: HELLO COX!
Principalpoop: ok, prove you are you, or yous are yous
Frederico Thingagummy: Hello, Cox.
Lil: Maybe Beulahballs can help
Nabby: Earthloids
lily: DJTweeny thanks for all
||||||||| 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."
ThisIsNino: They come, they go.
Beet: Or maybe it's just the begin . . . No, it's the end.
||||||||| 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: mongaleiths
Elayne: What did the aliens say after "They come, they go"? I never could make that out.
EWeston: Woodystock is on this weekend Phils come and make muzak?
mahatma57: Have another Blue Fizz..
Two phils: Then fuck the magic. Speak freely freaks
||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!"
Principalpoop: ok seekers, let's get it on
Heater Hooker Hellmouth: really touching
Principalpoop: groovey man, far out
Nabby: listen to it fizz
Frederico Thingagummy: You can get the script in The Big Book of FiPlays.
EWeston: Wheres the fusing box Pooper had it last
NancyKat: Sparkly freeky freeks...
BrianThatIsCalledBrian: Elayne, I think it's something about another millenium
Nabby: it was fine Tween you rocketh
Two phils: What the hell can we do to convince you we are who we are.
Frederico Thingagummy: (No, I'm not a bot. A butt, maybe.)
ThisIsNino: Thanks for getting it together, Tween.
Nabby: muchly
BrianThatIsCalledBrian: thanks for all DJ
Elayne: That was the last sentence, Brian. Something about seeing him in the next millennium. Which is where we are, right now!
Beet: b> Tween is the King
shoes for the dead: however, we will continue with the sound...........
Cat: some of believe you, phils
EWeston: A rubber stamp on the wrist maybe
Mr. Bark Bark: I think a 90 degree moment would suffice Phils.
Principalpoop: what is the shape of the birthmarks anywhere below your waist and above your knees? hehe
Cat: not as many as believed you were really showing movies on the radio on the first firesign appearance
Frederico Thingagummy: Stright Arrow. Gawd, that makes me feel old.
Dexter Fong: Two Phils:Talkk at the same time
mahatma57: Sounds good 2 me..
Lil: Produce some blue moss
lily: phil is up
Nabby: Pete Birdman
Two phils: Melinda and I are on foxy island to celebrate her birthday you stupid fools
Beet: Hi Peter
||||||||| Catherwood walks up and pipes up "Presenting 'whatsachatname', just granted probation at 9:50 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
EWeston: Dance3, dance DANCE...capwing!
Principalpoop: ahhh happy birthday
DJTweeny: Hi Melinda :-)
Frederico Thingagummy: He's right. Played through a good system, there are mounds of riches in those recordings.
Cat: happy 65, Melinda
DJTweeny: Hi chatname
Two phils: Peter is always here now. He loved this place.
Nabby: hi and best to all, Phils
Principalpoop: and i preferred to be called a foolish dolt
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Cat: I've got another couple years before I'm a real senior
Elayne: Oh dear, he went a long way to get to that Yves of Destruction pun...
EWeston: Yow still waiting yo make it that far
Dexter Fong: a'STUPID FOOLS" yep, that's Proctor
whatsachatname: Convince us you're real, eh? What is reality? When's that DVD coming out?
mahatma57: Even your pout is patriotic..
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** New Firesign book “MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH” now available at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php?books
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Nic dada close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 9:51 PM tree-stunting plans, and rushes off to the anteroom.
Lil: Catherwood present her with the fancy birthday cake you whipped up
||||||||| Catherwood walks over to Lil and yells "My ears are burning..."
DJTweeny: Hi Nick
shoes for the dead: are ya gonna release the EYKIW vid? phils?
Nabby: Hey Nick
EWeston: We're not just any stupid fools. we're unionized
Two phils: We're going to discuss the Firesign documentary and the first draft of my autobiography
Lil: I have it on vid
Principalpoop: 65, you have a good chance to go over 90 then, cheers
NancyKat: "Tips hat to Phils" And I prefurr Idiote...
Heater Hooker Hellmouth: it's the nsa again, phishing
Frederico Thingagummy: Now if only Tales of the Old Detective would come out on CD or digital (hint hint hint).
Dexter Fong: I object!!!
Principalpoop: 65 is the new ahh, what was it again fong?
NancyKat: emmeyeb!
Cat: many are waiting to read it, proctor
Beet: Nice to see you guys
Dexter Fong: 78
EWeston: Don't be an object Dex
pinholeF200: Not a red letter day
Two phils: Do you realize how hard it is for the creators to talk to their progeny?
mahatma57: Blah, blah blah..
Nabby: looking forward to it Phil of Phils
ThisIsNino: Wow, real Phils.
Principalpoop: who is writing your autobiography phil?
ThisIsNino: I'll never wash this keyboard again.
lily: dirt piles
Frederico Thingagummy: And is it authorized?
ThisIsNino: Course I never do anyway.
Elayne: It's stereo Phil-harmonics tonight.
Dexter Fong: okey EW I'm N INTRANSITIVE VERB
Mr. Bark Bark: I hope not.
EWeston: Accept no imitations. Less they got money
NancyKat: MMM Nick Danger, 3rd eye...both me and my mom's fave...
Two phils: Haha. I'm collaborating with my friend Brad Schreiber. Payingnt
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - from BOX OF DANGER, “Nick Danger: SHACK OUT ON THE ALIEN HIGHWAY” - listen to the stream at 128k at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k for dial-up users at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u - you can buy Box Of Danger at >> http://www.shoutfactory.com/node/175765 **'
Nabby: badaboom ppoop
NancyKat: Dex-Subordinate claus!
EWeston: I hope its good for you Dex
Principalpoop: progeny? I am antigeny, have been for years
dadsir2u: It's not that hard twophils, just keep pressing those keys.
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “BOX OF DANGER: The Complete Nick Danger Casebook” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=bod-rv
||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| rufusjazzdog - dead from measles
||||||||| dhoodness - dead from The Plague
||||||||| SoupyX - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Electric Lady - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Dhoodness - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
mahatma57: It's a Canadian word!
Frederico Thingagummy: Whenever my segment rises, I drink a warm glass of Loostners to keep it down;.
Dexter Fong: b> Tweeny: Your play notices are out of sync..You running somee kind of automated pod cast thing?
pinholeF200: Goodday eh
Two phils: I'm paying him in fact. Too damn busy still to do it myself.
NancyKat: I spell my name "REGNAD"...
Cat: we don't have many actual Canadian words anymore
EWeston: Some one douse Cujo
DJTweeny: play notices?
Nabby: they're buddhist transnadians
Lil: Catherwood put out your ears and light the birthday candles
||||||||| Catherwood puts out his ears and light the birthday candles.
mahatma57: Zsin..
Mr. Bark Bark: You could pay me. I'll make you French.
Beet: One of my favorites is when Peter/Bradshaw says "Aw Shaddup!"
DJTweeny: you mean the banner? I do that manually
Principalpoop: CNN fucked up, I looked for you on the sex, drugs and rock and roll 60s episode,
NancyKat: Frederico-What about when your participle dangles?
shoes for the dead: how much fact are you paying him?
DJTweeny: I change the banner when I can get to it
Two phils: We are getting ready to eat fried clams now. Fresh from San Clameron,
Dexter Fong: b> Tween: Well you aren'tplaying shack
Principalpoop: yum
mahatma57: Are we gonna have to pay for this
Nabby: Mmm
Frederico Thingagummy: You pay for a verb once, a reverb twice.
mahatma57: Reverb?
Principalpoop: they scallops from san scalloperon are good too
Cat: happy clams to you!
EWeston: Only if that reverb is mechcanical
Nabby: Love fresh clams in reverb.
lily: don;t use the sneeze guard
mahatma57: How do you like this tent I'm wearing>
||||||||| 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!"
dadsir2u: Well don't be all shell-fish,noe.
DJTweeny: My music box is sure as heck playing Danger
Principalpoop: onaemontopia, crash
EWeston: Gooyducks from Hood canal?
||||||||| Wingflapper steals in around 9:58 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last month's "unpleasant incident."
shoes for the dead: vibrating clams
Nabby: they pinch
DJTweeny: Is everybody hearing Nick Danger?
EWeston: And they never remember your birthday
Dexter Fong: Hey everybody, I'm hearing EYTYKIW
Nabby: clams with mustaches
Frederico Thingagummy: I am.
Principalpoop: so, ah, marijuiana is legal in washington state now, so I hear, ahhh wow
Elayne: Yes Tween, it's working fine on this end.
Elayne: Don't ask Dex, though...
DJTweeny: Thanks E
EWeston: Nope I'm on side two of EYKIW
lily: the rythm of the butter sauce
mahatma57: Man, this show is reaqly geting good..
dadsir2u: Nick coming in loud and clear.
Principalpoop: attitudinal writers
NancyKat: A ok here, Tweenster!
shoes for the dead: only when he talks, Tween
Wingflapper: Canadian Union!
EWeston: Adinodial whingers
DJTweeny: Yeah, try reconnecting if you're not hearing Danger
Nabby: What he said
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
EWeston: Hookay
Nabby: What she said
shoes for the dead: shaddap
Principalpoop: nick was tickling rocky
mahatma57: You name "Brad", right?
||||||||| 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."
dadsir2u: Bang a gong?
Principalpoop: did somebody mention a documentary?
NancyKat: No, the fire is in MY eyes...
Frederico Thingagummy: Bang a gong? Get it on.
shoes for the dead: foul minded pervert
lily: suck your straw
Principalpoop: here, oops
lily: bweak ups
EWeston: Not much resonace on a plastic or bammboo one
Beet: Yes I would like to hear about the documentary myself
Frederico Thingagummy: Well, you shouldn't have taken a Buddhist as a boarder.
whatsachatname: Will the documentary be on the same DVD as EYKIW and the rest of the Columbia films? I thought that was supposed to be out 'June-ish'...
Frederico Thingagummy: EVERYONE was in it.
Nabby: bweaking up is hawd
Beet: OK, Hello NSA guy. Thought I'd better get it in.
Principalpoop: flea markets are a great place to find firesign merchandise
dadsir2u: I thought it was a Turkish Boarder.
mahatma57: Back from the shadows again..
Mr. Bark Bark: Technically, it's STILL June-ish.
Nabby: ahmet.com
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EWeston: So's that accent
lily: Nabby u get me
EWeston: Seewellhesbeendoingdownernow for...
Principalpoop: abdul hawk
||||||||| 10:03 PM -- md_parrothead left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
mahatma57: We gotta do somethin', we gotta think on the fly,,
whatsachatname: June-ish, that's true... but which year?
DJTweeny: The Fly did not end up well
Elayne: Well, I hate to leave when Mssrs Austin and Proctor are here, but I'm fading faster than their names up there, so I think I'll call it an evening.
Principalpoop: what sort of sauce for the clams? tartar or marinara?
Elayne: Next week, all!
lily: stop on that fly on your fly
Principalpoop: night E
DJTweeny: rest well, Elayne
Dexter Fong: Night E
Cat: see you next time, El
EWeston: Bye Elyne summer on!
shoes for the dead: by El
Principalpoop: i hope you find another good indian restaurant
||||||||| Elayne says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Elayne exits at 10:05 PM.
Frederico Thingagummy: Night, Elayne
Beet: G'Nite Miss E.
Nabby: Take care Elayne
lily: Bye e
mahatma57: I smell breakfast!
||||||||| "10:05 PM? 10:05 PM!!" says Catherwood, "tvlarry should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as tvlarry enters and sits in the comfy chair.
Principalpoop: nick in an introspective mood
lily: thats the thingy
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
Nabby: echo on my voice
dadsir2u: Nitey nite E
EWeston: Its the chemtrails
DJTweeny: Hi larry
shoes for the dead: echo on my voice
Nabby: traiilllssss
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NancyKat: incommunicative avacado...
dadsir2u: Whatwhatwhatwhat
mahatma57: Hey! How about this!
EWeston: Brought to you by, the secret zeppilin fleet for nefarious purposes
||||||||| jesseemarkham tiptoes in around 10:07 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident."
Frederico Thingagummy: Uh oh. Tics. Are they related to the fleas?
Beet: The Phils said they were going for fried clams.
mahatma57: It's a tough market, Nick..
Principalpoop: echo on my voice
DJTweeny: Hi jessee
Cat: Clam spaghetti. Mmmmm
jesseemarkham: Hi DJ
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jesseemarkham: hi room
EWeston: It'll never work out. can you see the family getogethers?
Frederico Thingagummy: I have to retreat into the bowels of Shaker Heights. Night all.
Principalpoop: hey jessee
Principalpoop: ok frederico, ciao
whatsachatname: It's hard to type when you've got clams on the ends of your fingers
Mr. Bark Bark: Night, Fred...
Cat: by fred
Lil: Beer battered?
Beet: See Ya Thing
jesseemarkham: hi principalpoop
||||||||| Catherwood says "10:09 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Frederico Thingagummy by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
EWeston: Audious Fredrical don't mind the loose mince
Nabby: Take care Fred
Mr. Bark Bark: This is what ruined Ken Nordeen...
jesseemarkham: nice to see the room is alive and 2ell
Principalpoop: we could be chowderheads
jesseemarkham: well even
EWeston: allrightsremoved
lily: clam castanets
||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| ThisIsNino - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Hagerine - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Nabby: lol
shoes for the dead: two Ls are here
NancyKat: lily-prawn xylophone!
Principalpoop: lois and lana? wait
EWeston: The new sound from Clameron
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Bill Ville into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, mutters something about 10:10 PM, then departs.
Mr. Bark Bark: As long as Lurlene is along.
Beet: Two L's and two Phils
DJTweeny: Hi Bill
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shoes for the dead: L? I thought they tore it down
Bill Ville: hi DJ
whatsachatname: Those clams must be good. They've forgotten they're here
EWeston: What's me to L
mahatma57: Can I say "Goodbye"?
Principalpoop: psychedelic shack, thats where its at
Principalpoop: ok ma hat ma
lily: Nabcy cat with octi on the base jellyfish
EWeston: Given a certain, flexibility, yes, but don't quote me
||||||||| "10:12 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Nabby, who then scurries out through the french doors and down through the brambles.
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Nabby in through the front door at 10:12 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Principalpoop: nabby doing the old in and out
||||||||| Captain Equinox flies in through the transom, landing on the bearskin rug. "Attention, solstice squad! After working a 12-hour day, I like to kick back and swill some juice out of a genuine Firesign coffee mug or Bear Whiz Beer stein!"
EWeston: Next consumer round up with Ed Daily
shoes for the dead: poop beat me to it
Beet: So, where IS Nabby?
Principalpoop: i started sooner
lily: Beet Bill Ville DJTweeny EWeston jesseemarkham lily mahatma57 Mr. Bark Bark Nabby NancyKat Principalpoop Rufus_T_Firetween shoes for the dead whatsachatname Lil bit bit all
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
NancyKat: lily-LOB-STAR tympani! (sorry, i love that weebls video)
Nabby: well right here I think
Principalpoop: whew, night lily
EWeston: I didn't do it, what was it?
lily: thanks for a hoot
Beet: bit bit lily
shoes for the dead: by lily
EWeston: Ur velkcum byebye
NancyKat: Meow-lily
Mr. Bark Bark: Give us a holler!
Nabby: take care lily
shoes for the dead: i'm scared of owls
||||||||| Outside, the 10:15 PM crosstown bus from Colorado pulls away, leaving Don G. O'Vanni coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
EWeston: Sic the crickets on them shoes
||||||||| At 10:15 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Bill Ville!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
Nabby: owls steal pets and small goblins
dadsir2u: Who gives a hoot?
DJTweeny: Hi Don
Beet: I've been to Hannibal
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Mr. Bark Bark: Animal
Don G. O'Vanni: Hi!
||||||||| The TV flickers on, and Ralph Spoilsport appears: "How can you drive in two places at once when you don't have a genuine Ralph Spoilsport license plate frame? Get one for your car and one for the plate in your head!"
Principalpoop: show me, hehe
Beet: Hannibal animal, whatever
shoes for the dead: hey Don
EWeston: Vegatable, many carbo returns
||||||||| 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."
Lil: Don
shoes for the dead: handball and a maul
Don G. O'Vanni: What's the scoop?
EWeston: And time on your hands
Principalpoop: chocolate, vanilla or rocky, road
NancyKat: Don-Rocky roc...road...
Don G. O'Vanni: Thank you, Pooper!
EWeston: CherryGarcia Mr.
Principalpoop: nick on the stream at the link above
shoes for the dead: degraded audio!
Mr. Bark Bark: I call it "elevated" audio.
Principalpoop: it looks dangerous
EWeston: Superamalgamated audio
Don G. O'Vanni: Yes, that's why I'm going to try it first.
shoes for the dead: safe as clown's milk
Mr. Bark Bark: And swim the English Channel?
dadsir2u: Sounds sp p p ppooky.
EWeston: Those clowns are hard to catch, and milk
Principalpoop: two phils are eating fried clams at a birthday dinner, we are awaiting their return...
Don G. O'Vanni: No, no, to Ancient Greece...
NancyKat: ...Look at this grape...
Don G. O'Vanni: Proof!
Mr. Bark Bark: Why, who are You, old man???
EWeston: Where burning Shappo sang and stroaked the wine dark seas
Cat: that sounds like the beginning of a joke, poop
Principalpoop: they showed it, several times
Mr. Bark Bark: Wait a minute, didn't I say that on the other side of this hour?
Don G. O'Vanni: Wah-da-do-dah.
NancyKat: Ew...froggy little native boys...
EWeston: I love that technical time travel talk
Principalpoop: and nino has them in gig harbor
Nabby: Must be off (my rocker)
Nabby: Y'all take care & be good
Mr. Bark Bark: No, no, don't go through that door, it's got a flashing red light!
shoes for the dead: on the couch?
Principalpoop: oh nabby, ok, night you
Nabby: Thanks Tween & stuff
EWeston: In their tight leather aprons?
Cat: by nappy
NancyKat: Nighnigh Nabby...
Beet: Nite Nab
Nabby: later alligators
shoes for the dead: by nabby
EWeston: See yez Nabbster
Don G. O'Vanni: I think I'm ready for Symptom Number Six.
Lil: Bye 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!"
Principalpoop: in a while crocodile
NancyKat: EW-yes...
EWeston: I think you can order them online now Nancy
NancyKat: EW-Mmm nice! LOL..
dadsir2u: Bombs away guys.Keep'em flying!
Principalpoop: sargent blootwurst
||||||||| dadsir2u leaves at 10:23 PM, singing "Oh, I'm just a little fishy, floating in the sea, and there ain't no hook that's smart enough to catch the likes of me..."
Principalpoop: yes dadsir, ciao
NancyKat: I knew someone who made utilikilts for a living...
EWeston: Buy Aemrican!
EWeston: Or the country that I can spell
Lil: Armenian?
NancyKat: EW-Armenian?
Lil: LOL NK
NancyKat: Lil-JYNX! LOL...
Mr. Bark Bark: He isn't your son, Adolph.
Principalpoop: put my suicide to work for me
Dexter Fong: audio off again
Dexter Fong: back
EWeston: Check their rating, and spelling first
||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Nic dada - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Two phils - dead from The Plague
||||||||| mahatma57 - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| lily - dead from measles
||||||||| pinholeF200 - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Gary the Seeker - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| elpoptart - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| BrianThatIsCalledBrian - dead from jaundice
||||||||| tvlarry - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| jesseemarkham - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Principalpoop: lordy
NancyKat: My chocolate is soft...
Don G. O'Vanni: Greetings Fellow Kids.
Principalpoop: i will walk the dog since the phils fell out
Mr. Bark Bark: Oops, got to take the dog for a walk, if you know what I mean. Hey, Poop, you and me both!
EWeston: Damn there's a two casket baerial due on Fox Island
Mr. Bark Bark: Bye for now!
||||||||| 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!"
NancyKat: No, I'd rather hold it over here, Bradshaw...
EWeston: Stereo dog walks, wow this ain't no cheep site.
shoes for the dead: walk the dog heh heh
NancyKat: EW but this is a cheap skate (hands him what looks like a ray that is falling apart*
shoes for the dead: we do straighten chickens tho
EWeston: Hold it over that convienient cliff
Beet: Nite Poop and Bark
||||||||| "10:28 PM? 10:28 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Tippy Canoe should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Tippy Canoe enters and sits in front of the fireplace.
NancyKat: EW-The one with the ever widening hole in it?
EWeston: More fowl play eh.
DJTweeny: Hi Tippy
||||||||| 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!"
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “BOX OF DANGER: The Complete Nick Danger Casebook” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=bod-rv
DJTweeny: ** Remember folks. the chat/show starts officially every Thursday at 9pm Eastern, with warm-up music on the streams starting around 8:45pm Eastern
EWeston: How does it do that?
NancyKat: Tippy-Where's tyler?
EWeston: Under the canoe
NancyKat: EW-Touche...
NancyKat: Et tu, EW?
EWeston: I blame it all on a wasted youth, but he's gone now
shoes for the dead: ah Canadian
NancyKat: I miss my lp's, 45's and 8tracks...
Beet: Hey Buddhists.
Don G. O'Vanni: Time for bed here. Bombs away, Dad!
Lil: Me 2 NK
NancyKat: EW-Iggy Pop or Meatloaf?
NancyKat: Nighnigh, Don
EWeston: Still have some vynil. I had a Quad sound eightrack once though
Beet: 'Bye Don
Lil: S'long Donny
NancyKat: Lil-Do you remember the 45's that had books with them for kids?
EWeston: Ray Davies
shoes for the dead: have lots of vinyl that gets played a lot
||||||||| 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."
Lil: I had a Bugs Bunny LP with a book
NancyKat: Most of my vinyl got either water damaged or lost @ my ex's house...
Cat: yes, nancy
EWeston: WE had a bar machine full of them
Beet: Bozo with a book
Lil: OMG can't believe I said that lol
NancyKat: Lil-i had a few...a star wars one "Planet of the Hoojibs"...
Cat: the origin of the bozos album
EWeston: Kill da wabbit!
Lil: Yeah same here re: water damage
Beet: Really, Cat?
Lil: Dog pile on the rabbit
||||||||| Craig E. sneaks in around 10:35 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last month's "unpleasant incident."
NancyKat: I had DCTDHMTP and giant Rat of sumatra on vinyl...
EWeston: I remember a Roy Rogers 45
NancyKat: dark Shadows 45...
Lil: Man I had a ton of good vinyl
||||||||| 10:36 PM: Two phils jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!"
Cat: yes, austin talks about it on the liner notes for the cd.
Lil: WOW that's impressive NK
Cat: they wanted to make something like the bozo records books I had as a kid
EWeston: Oh yah Homer and Jethro had time on our stereo hifi
whatsachatname: Hey, 2 Phils! What about this documentary? Will it be on the same DVD as EYKIW and the other Columbia films?
||||||||| 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!"
shoes for the dead: spike jones cocktails for two
Cat: rather than me quoting austin, here he is. he can speak for himself
DJTweeny: Hi Craig
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “BOX OF DANGER: The Complete Nick Danger Casebook” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=bod-rv
Lil: And ELP
||||||||| "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!"
DJTweeny: ** Remember folks. the chat/show starts officially every Thursday at 9pm Eastern, with warm-up music on the streams starting around 8:45pm Eastern
EWeston: Rusty Warren, and the White Album
Cat: i feel like woody allen inserting marshall mcluhan in to the line at the movie
Principalpoop: back
Lil: Sigh...
Craig E.: What year was this released.
Principalpoop: and the 2 phils are back
Lil: lol Cat
EWeston: Now we're assimetrical!
Lil: Even have a Goon Show album
EWeston: More profiles in cheese please
NancyKat: Phil^2
Principalpoop: and asymtropic
||||||||| Captain Equinox flies in through the transom, landing on the bearskin rug. "Attention, solstice squad! After working a 12-hour day, I like to kick back and swill some juice out of a genuine Firesign coffee mug or Bear Whiz Beer stein!"
EWeston: I found eight of those in the eighties Lil
shoes for the dead: and asinine
Two phils: Ok, swear to grid it's actually the two of us.
Lil: Fab EW
Principalpoop: more than that asiten
Cat: we believe you already
Heater Hooker Hellmouth: you nsa, so tricky
EWeston: Say something in Grid then
shoes for the dead: all clammed up phils?
Lil: Give us the password Phils
Cat: someone asked you something about a documentary?
||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Tippy Canoe - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Wingflapper - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Mr. Bark Bark - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Nabby - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Principalpoop: ok, where were we, ahh over there, here it comes again, jump
||||||||| Koyemsi tiptoes in around 10:40 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident."
EWeston: Or lease to the ubersward
Two phils: At the moment, it's only me, Austin. Everyone here is talking all at once.
Craig E.: This is amazing
Lil: Try to keep up Pooper
Koyemsi: What's this I hear about Bil and Dil being in chat tonight?
Principalpoop: no, just me talking, ignore the rest, I do
||||||||| 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'
Cat: we know, poop
Lil: LOL It's always like this
Beet: we're typing over each other
Principalpoop: ok cat, big talk for a canadian eh?
EWeston: How's Fox Islande this evening Phil?
Two phils: Yeah, the doc. Will by Luke Polling who was half of the Plimpton doc. That's recently done so well.
shoes for the dead: poorly two
Principalpoop: polling, i didn't bring my id
Two phils: Hi, Lil. How are things?
Cat: that's definitely happening, austin?
DJTweeny: lol @ we really should rehearse this shite...
Beet: Ganesh?
whatsachatname: When can we see the documentary?
NancyKat: DJ-LOL...
EWeston: Super ego in control again Pooper?
Lil: You can borrow mine Poop sweetie
Principalpoop: i tried being seriously earlier, that went nowhere, so heck hehe
Two phils: Hi, Elayne. Fox island is sunny, big clouds and byootiful
Principalpoop: nice
Lil: Sweet Phil and you?
NancyKat: Introducing my BFF to ND-she has a penchante for .Noir...and has a very dark/irreverant sense of humor..
Craig E.: Camp "Hero"
Two phils: Cat: yeah it's real. And Oooona see hi.
||||||||| moondawg sashays in at 10:44 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Principalpoop: you are dating don rickles?
Lil: Big shout out to Oona
Cat: Hi Oona and Melinda and all the dogs!
EWeston: Someone has to Pooper
Koyemsi: Porkies?
moondawg: Anybody seen my pickle ?
EWeston: What cat said ditter, and no litter
Beet: Ony so long
Principalpoop: applause and thanks again for all the joy you guys have created, but you know that already
shoes for the dead: some of us are here for typing practice
EWeston: Yes and he scared the landlord, good work!
Two phils: Ooona sez hi. Damn spell korrector.
moondawg: some of us are here for a car
Lil: Haha Shoes
NancyKat: What kinda goggies?
Dexter Fong: AND MAKE SURE THEY'RE IN RED TWEENY
EWeston: I'm hear for a larf
Cat: lol shoes
Beet: Don't want this one to end. Had a great time. Thanks to everyone. Thanks as always Tween. G'Nite.
NancyKat: Moon-Make mine a hearse...
Principalpoop: oooh oooh ooh oona said hi, hi back you, thanks tweeny
shoes for the dead: who is he and how does he make his voice do that?
Dexter Fong: oops, new damn keyboard
DJTweeny: Have to get with Merlyn on that one, Dex
Lil: NOOOOOOOO don't go
||||||||| 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: And the Beet endures and abides
Dexter Fong: Thanys tweeny
Timeghost: Thanks to all involved, and good night.
||||||||| Catherwood says "10:47 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs uh, Clem by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
shoes for the dead: thanks Tween!
Principalpoop: a ghost, eeek
Craig E.: Thanks
Dexter Fong: next time dear friends
shoes for the dead: Park it and Lock it!
DJTweeny: Thanks for listening everybody, and have a great week. See you next time, same FireTime, same FireStation...
Principalpoop: ok fong
||||||||| 10:47 PM: Bunnyboy jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!"
Heater Hooker Hellmouth: court ordered treatment - hang out with surrealists or else
Lil: Excellent night evryone
EWeston: Hexcellant eve thanks to all our, er chat fanners
Principalpoop: hip hop bunny
Bunnyboy: Happy Birthday, Melinda! Hiya, 2 and a half Phils!
Principalpoop: yes EW
Two phils: So, anyway. Proctor is now looking at pix he's taken on the phone. oooo is out in front feeding thousands of geese. Mel is now taking pictures. I'm talking to you guys, who have been doing this know for how many years?
Heater Hooker Hellmouth: adios
NancyKat: Triple H-blue seamonkeys in bowlers hats...
Cat: since 1995, phil
Principalpoop: E knows, cat too
EWeston: Same bats time same bats channeling Pooper
DJTweeny: The chat's been around since '95, I think
Lil: Geese, talk about poop!
DJTweeny: when Elayne established it
||||||||| At 10:49 PM, EWeston rushes out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
DJTweeny: not sure what year Jimmy Lee started his live radio show
moondawg: strolls out beneath the dwarf maples still looking for his pickle
||||||||| 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 EWeston disembarks at 10:50 PM.
Bunnyboy: We were 90s, now we're not.
DJTweeny: I need to take care of some things Phil, but I'll be in tough by email
Koyemsi: The rhyming song, the rhyming song
DJTweeny: *touch
Bunnyboy: Durn Firefox ain't automatically refreshing. Wardrobe!
Principalpoop: be nice tween, ahh ok, better hehe
DJTweeny: Until last time, again...
NancyKat: BB-don't know about you, i'm 70's...
NancyKat: lol...
moondawg: some of us are here for a car
||||||||| At 10:51 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, DJTweeny!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
whatsachatname: Phil, when can we see this documentary?
Cat: by tween
Lil: Not too tough Tweeny
||||||||| 10:51 PM -- Rufus_T_Firetween left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
Cat: you should try jack poet volkswagon, moon
Two phils: Lost connection and now back. It's remarkable, the friendship yours guyz have established over all these years.
||||||||| 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."
Lil: You don't sound that old NK
Lil: We just fake it Phil
Principalpoop: get the guy who did the civil war and national parks, you have touched more people than that stuff
Cat: indeed it is, phil
Bunnyboy: that tears it
Bunnyboy: Ah! Fixed that problem.
Principalpoop: this place is so real, I was threatened with physical violence, geebers
Two phils: Such a nice, though nuts, group of people.
Bunnyboy: Deselected the "are you sure?" fraidy-cat radio button.
Principalpoop: yes, fine people
Lil: Nuts to yoooouuuu
Bunnyboy: It's great to be alive on...*POW*...85!
||||||||| It's 10:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Don G. O'Vanni - dead from measles
||||||||| Beet - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Timeghost - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Principalpoop: jimmy had it right, if we were not all crazy, we would go insane...
Lil: Wow I'm still alive
Bunnyboy: Quick, everyone! Show them Phils yer nuts!
Lil: True Pooper
Principalpoop: are you sure, i have a fungus problem there
Bunnyboy: [REDACTED]
Lil: LOL Pooper
Bunnyboy does the sad, perp walk.
Koyemsi: Everything from soup to nuts
Principalpoop: balzac
Bunnyboy: If Rick Perry can manage a smoldering grin, so can I.
Lil: Have some grubs
Principalpoop: and his glasses, omg, gotta love 'em
Bunnyboy: Grubs and nuts don't mix.
Two phils: No nuts, please, David!
Principalpoop: ok ok, olives?
Bunnyboy: (looks) David? Where?!?
Bunnyboy: Oh, me. Duh.
Lil: They do if you saute them in polyunsaturated ghee
Bunnyboy: *blushes*
||||||||| 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!"
Bunnyboy: (Goofy vox) Gawrsh!
Lil: you won't even recognize them
Koyemsi: fundamentally better grubs
Bunnyboy: NO NUTS, WE'RE BRITISH. 80th "straight" year, east of the West End.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Koyemsi: Phil and Phil, I have a weird question about "Malmborg in Plano" if you're willing to hear it
Lil: I saw the 4 of you at a Beacon Theater show in NY Phils
Two phils: Loy: go.
Bunnyboy: Why did The Porridge Boy drop his matchbook, on the ground?
Principalpoop: seriousness? seriously?
Bunnyboy: It's all connected, 'cause we say it is.
Two phils: I meant Koy, go.
Lil: Indeed.
Principalpoop: koy koy koy koy
Lil: We're all waiting...
Koyemsi: There used to be a Malmborg Insurance Agency in Plano, Illinois. Could Proctor's lighter have been a freebie from them?
Cat: popular Japanese fish
Koyemsi: "MALMBORG IN., PLANO"
Principalpoop: no more calls we have a winner
Bunnyboy: Plano as the Nose-o on your Face-O.
Two phils: Koy: yes, that's what we eventually thought, but never proved it.
Principalpoop: ok, they said you could ask, did not promise to reply hehe
Koyemsi: Lol, poop! Fair enough :)
Principalpoop: oops, ruined my joke, thanks
Two phils: Poop: we're semi-a
Koyemsi: Cool! Thanks a lot, Phils. It's an honour to talk to you
Two phils: Alert
Lil: Here Poop use this jump rope
Lil: What color alert?
Principalpoop: just pulling your leg anyway, chat is funny, patience always needed, but ok
Koyemsi: It's a lot of fun tracking down the found objects that found their way onto the Dear Friends shows. Google makes it a lot easier
Bunnyboy: Dept. Of Marketing Dept.: Any merch on the way?
Principalpoop: semi is better than being a quasi
Bunnyboy: And ain't that cake ready yet?
Koyemsi: do some push-ups, it'll go away
Principalpoop: somebody left it out in the rain
Two phils: Hey, Bun: I think Taylor's got some stuff. By late sept. Doctech sez the download store will be up on Firesale.
Bunnyboy: I don't think I can take it.
Principalpoop: k3wl
Bunnyboy: It took so long to bake it.
Principalpoop: look on google for the recipe
Two phils: Only Lil knows the true story.
Lil: Some more logos on stuff would be great
Bunnyboy: (croaks) And I'll never have that recipe....again!!! Oh, noooooooooooooooo!!!!!....
Lil: My lps are sealed
Cat: i sent taylor my cassette of your interview with flo and eddy from 74. surprised he'd never heard that
Koyemsi: Bunny, if you're crossing Macarthur Park, watch out for that sandstone building
Principalpoop: the same thing happened with a moody blues song last week, i push a button and lyrics start...
||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!"
Lil: That's lips, or it could be laps
Bunnyboy: Saw Richard Harris in CAMELOT, at the Spokane Opera House, in 1980. "How To Handle A Woman" was a ghostly experience, indeed.
||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Craig E. - dead from the yaws
||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from jaundice
||||||||| NancyKat - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| MacCat - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Heater Hooker Hellmouth - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from measles
||||||||| moondawg - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| EWeston - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Two phils: Taylor is invaluable
Principalpoop: he knew how to unseal lips?
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
Bunnyboy: And the actor playing Merlyn was Sir Bone of Ham.
Lil: Does he do windows?
Koyemsi: Seriously looking forward to the EYKIW DVD, especially the Dear Friends home movies
Principalpoop: only unbuntu
Bunnyboy: Also saw Klugman and Randall in THE ODD COUPLE, in 1975. Same venue.
Principalpoop: wow, wow
Two phils: 5 percent battery. Gotta go. Night all.
Principalpoop: thanks again so much for all, wow, night
Bunnyboy: Night, Phils, Oona, Melinda and doggies!
Cat: thanks for dropping by, phils
Lil: Ta Phil nice to visit with y'all
Principalpoop: everybody have a super week, hold the bus
||||||||| At 11:14 PM, Principalpoop vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
Koyemsi: Great talking with you, Phils
Lil: U 2 Poops
Koyemsi: So long
Bunnyboy: I better go tend muh own family. See ya soon, kids!
||||||||| Koyemsi says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Koyemsi exits at 11:15 PM.
Cat: off we flow
||||||||| Bunnyboy is defenestrated just as the clock strikes 11:15 PM.
||||||||| At 11:15 PM, Cat runs out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
||||||||| It's 11:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Two phils - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| 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..
Lil: The lone survivor...
||||||||| It's 12:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Lil - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| It's 12:25 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| whatsachatname - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Artie enters at 12:51 AM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and hurries off to the Hat Pack Annex.
||||||||| Anarcho sneaks in around 12:53 AM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last month's "unpleasant incident."
||||||||| At 12:54 AM, Artie dashes out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 1 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| It's 1:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Anarcho - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood enters, and announces to all and sundry "It's 4:32 AM, time to change the log file and clean out unused rooms; please exit the chat room for a minute or two. Thank you for your patience."


The Evening's Participants:
Art WholeFlaffer
Beet
Bill Ville
BrianThatIsCalledBrian
Bunnyboy
Cat
Catherwood
Craig E.
dadsir2u
Dexter Fong
DJTweeny
Don G. O'Vanni
Dr. Dog
Elayne
Electric Lady
elpoptart
EWeston
Frederico Thingagummy
Gary the Seeker
Happy Harry Cox
Heater Hooker Hellmouth
jesseemarkham
Koyemsi
Lil
lily
mahatma57
md_parrothead
moondawg
Mr. Bark Bark
Nabby
Nancy
NancyKat
pinholeF200
Principalpoop
rabbidanny
Rufus_T_Firetween
shoes for the dead
SoupyX
ThisIsNino
Timeghost
uh, Clem
Two phils
whatsachatname
Wingflapper
URL References:
http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php?books
http://firesigntheatre.com/funway.html
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=bod-rv
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=eykiw-ln
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=tcotrw-rv
http://laughstore.stores.yahoo.net/firtheatseze.html
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u
www.dishnuts.net
www.kurtericson.com/txroadkill/roadkillshow
http://www.shoutfactory.com/node/175765



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