A Firesign Chat
10/16/2014




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 October 16, 2014 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Catherwood leads DJTweeny in through the front door at 8:00 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
||||||||| New notice: '** There will be a Firesign Theatre/US Plus Stimulcast starting at 9pmET this evening. Warm-up music begins around 8:40pmET **'
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Rufus_T_Firetween inside, makes a note of the time (8:05 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "8:28 PM and late as usual, it's Mudhead, just back from Billville."
||||||||| Mudhead leaves at 8:29 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..."
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Mudhead into the room, accepts a wooden nickel as a gratuity, mumbles something about 8:29 PM, then departs.
DJTweeny: Hey Muddy
||||||||| 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) **'
Mudhead: hiya Tweeny
Mudhead: Music up yet?
DJTweeny: what's it say in the banner, buddy? ;)
DJTweeny: music starts at 39:11
DJTweeny: 2 minutes
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - (Jackson Browne) - 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) **'
Mudhead: Yipee!
DJTweeny: :)
Mudhead: I havent heard from Jackson in years
Mudhead: Is him and Daryl Hannah still an item?
DJTweeny: didn't know they were
DJTweeny: He has a new album this year called Standing In The Breach
||||||||| 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 stumbles in and announces "Presenting 'late', just granted probation at 8:42 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
DJTweeny: I haven't heard it yet
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and intones "Presenting 'Twattycrapinstain ', just granted probation at 8:42 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Rufus_T_Firetween: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jackson_Browne#Discography
DJTweeny: Hi late, Twatty
late: howdy
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Dexter Fong inside, makes a note of the time (8:44 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
DJTweeny: Hey Dexter
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
Dexter Fong: Hi guys
||||||||| "8:44 PM? 8:44 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Cat should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Cat enters and sits in front of the fireplace.
DJTweeny: Hey Cat
Dexter Fong: Mudhead: I read where Hannah is going with Neil Young
Cat: Hi chatters
Twattycrapinstain : i can not seem to get the audio. ..im on mobile. .any help please
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 8:47 PM, dragging Nancy by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Yahoo ™?"
Dexter Fong: hey Cat
Cat: Dex, have you ever been to a NYC bar called Booker and Dax?
Dexter Fong: No Cat, never heard of it
Cat: Culinary gastronomy for cocktails. It's mentioned in a book I just finished called Proof, the science of booze by Adam Rogers
DJTweeny: Hi Nancy
Dexter Fong: Cat: Cocktails seems to be a trending thing here in NYC, that and kale
Cat: I've had really creative ones here in Vancouver as well as Vegas
Dexter Fong: and grains that only aboriginal tribesmen in remote parts of the world have heard of
Mudhead: shudders
Mudhead: kale? KALE?
DJTweeny: a kale cocktail doesn't sound particularly appetizing
||||||||| EWeston sneaks in around 8:52 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last month's "unpleasant incident."
Cat: a lot more fruit is coming into western markets now too. that'll make some interesting beverages
Dexter Fong: Yes Muddy
DJTweeny: Hi EW
Dexter Fong: Hey EW
DJTweeny: actually, I like to steam kale and eat with butter & soy sauce
||||||||| Catherwood leads Uh, Clem... inside, makes a note of the time (8:53 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
||||||||| Catherwood ushers lily in through the front door at 8:53 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
DJTweeny: Hi clem
EWeston: Hi Tweeney, and the rest of you lugs
Cat: my cousin at a local top of the line restaurant made a cocktail out of borscht, and another out of pumpkin pie.
||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'Lt. Bradshaw', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:53 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room...
DJTweeny: Hi lily, Bradshaw
Cat: pumpkin is now common cocktail but it wasn't when he came up with it 8 years ago.
Cat: greetings new comers
lily: hi every bodies and thanks in advance djtweeen for having us lugs
Dexter Fong: lily, you aint a lug, youse is a broad
Uh, Clem...: Hey Tweeny
lily: got my hair cut today so having heculean matters haven't cut it in 8 years
DJTweeny: No lugging involved lily, always fun :)
EWeston: Lug envey is a many splintered thing
Mudhead: I made a hash oil pumpkin pie, kept all buzzed for 4 days
DJTweeny: must have been quite long lily
lily: I am a broad where a broad should be bround
Cat: sounds delicious, mud
DJTweeny: trying to match Crystal Gale?
DJTweeny: lol Mudhead
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Deputy Dang close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 8:56 PM tree-stunting plans, and scurries off to the sitting room.
||||||||| 8:57 PM: An Acid Stomach 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!"
DJTweeny: Hi Deputy
lily: lol mudhead
||||||||| 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 Stomach
Deputy Dang: Howdy all.
||||||||| Catherwood escorts SkweezDaWheez inside, makes a note of the time (8:57 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Cat: Anybody got anything for stomache?
DJTweeny: Hi Wheeze
An Acid Stomach: Hiya friends!
EWeston: We've got some corn
Lt. Bradshaw: Gotta fly
DJTweeny: Catherwood, please give him something for his acid stomach
||||||||| Catherwood gives him something for his acid stomach.
An Acid Stomach: Oh, it's paisley again...
lily: pep yer toes
DJTweeny: nice blue horsey...
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, October 16, 2014 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
lily: feathers in your cap
||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and Nabby falls out at 9:00 PM.
Nabby: I despise electric pink.
DJTweeny: Hi Nabby
Cat: good intro for lawyer
Cat: hospital
Cat: hi nab
DJTweeny: seemed appropriate ;)
||||||||| 9:01 PM: shoes for the dead jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
Cat: have you seen the video of this song? its quite good
Nabby: Hey Cat, Tween
shoes for the dead: Howdy
Dexter Fong: Darling Nabby
||||||||| 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: no I haven't Cat
An Acid Stomach: Hiya Nabs!
DJTweeny: did see the concert tour though
Cat: its on youtube
Nabby: Hey shoes
DJTweeny: will have to check it out
Cat: ive never seen jackson in performance, live
Nabby: Hey AAS
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and announces "Presenting 'Joe Chicago', just granted probation at 9:02 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
EWeston: Shoes and a Nab to go! No starch inna sheets!
Dexter Fong: JC!!
DJTweeny: Hi Joe
An Acid Stomach: Lawyers, Guns & Money would have been another appropo music choice...
Nabby: Hi lily, EW, Dex
Nabby: Hey Joe
||||||||| "Happy" Harry Cox pops in and say "I was right! Everything I knew WAS wrong! You CAN get "Profiles in Barbecue Sauce", chock full of meaty Firesign scripts!"
Cat: when the firesign started playing at the Magic Mushroom in 1967, they have an ad for jackson browne who was going to be appearing after them.
shoes for the dead: hry Joe
EWeston: I've heard Joe moved to Cleveland
Cat: looks like joe from chicago
An Acid Stomach: Shoes! For industry!
EWeston: Very clever disguise
Deputy Dang: Shoes for the dead!
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “LAWYER’S HOSPITAL” - 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 >> (out of print, but may be found at Amazon - http://tinyurl.com/pd3p5jw) **'
Nabby: Hello down there
Joe Chicago: where do I listen to Lawyers Hospital
shoes for the dead: how does he make his voice do that?
Joe Chicago: wait, I think I hear it
Deputy Dang: He summons his inner castrati.
Nabby: click the red link and follow the rubber line
Cat: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fBHoMvq_tmY
shoes for the dead: keep your ear to the track, train's acomin
Dexter Fong: He's at shroon Lake
lily: it takes a snoddgrass to know'
Nabby: "listen to the stream at 128k at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u" your player should kick in
||||||||| 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 ZookyFogg disembarks at 9:06 PM.
Nabby: Zooky
shoes for the dead: Zooks!
shoes for the dead: he's givin away all the jokes
||||||||| ZookyFogg departs at 9:08 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:08 PM and ZookyFogg steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Cat: ZF
DJTweeny: Hi Zooky
ZookyFogg: Happy Thursday, Folks.
Cat: they really weren't very old in 1983
DJTweeny: true
ZookyFogg: Grapes, anyone?
EWeston: Tookie Bird says Tookie Tookie!
An Acid Stomach: It is now, ZOoky
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “LAWYER’S HOSPITAL” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=lh-ln
||||||||| It's 9:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Lt. Bradshaw - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Nancy - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Twattycrapinstain - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
ZookyFogg: I'm a real chameleon,
lily: what color are you now
Cat: i didnt know chameleons could type
ZookyFogg: It's a rough proposition.
Dexter Fong: I think he's a faux chameleon
An Acid Stomach: It ain't easy bein' green...
Cat: remember those crayons called "flesh coloured?"
shoes for the dead: it just looks that way
An Acid Stomach: I recollects 'em
||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!"
EWeston: Good eatin though
Dexter Fong: Cat: You mean arayan Brand?
ZookyFogg: Ah, I just got back from Alaska with a new fur hat with thick ear muffage.
||||||||| Catherwood enters with pinholeF200 close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 9:12 PM tree-stunting plans, and rushes off to the Aviary.
DJTweeny: a little bit of Roller Maidens thrown in?
shoes for the dead: hey pin
DJTweeny: Hi pinhole
Cat: any relation to russel brand?
Nabby: Hi pin
||||||||| ZookyFogg departs at 9:13 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
Cat: pin
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “LAWYER’S HOSPITAL” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=lh-ln
pinholeF200: Good morning, good afternoon, good evening all
An Acid Stomach: Pin hail!
shoes for the dead: pay the lord!
Deputy Dang: Pass the ammunition!
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Lil close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 9:14 PM tree-stunting plans, and scurries off to the anteroom.
Dexter Fong: Hi Lil
EWeston: Frisk heem for a roolie madien
An Acid Stomach: Just ain't my cup o' meat
Lil: Oy gang
shoes for the dead: and even Lil
Nabby: Hey Lil
DJTweeny: Hi Lil
Cat: Lil
Lil: Dex
||||||||| ZookyFogg steals in around 9:14 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
Deputy Dang: Hotdog!
lily: hey lil
EWeston: Hi Lily, Hi Low
An Acid Stomach: Hi Lil
Dexter Fong: wb Zooky
ZookyFogg: Pardon whatever I did Cat.
DJTweeny: Austin and Ossman have great faux-preacher characterss
lily: state fair drive by
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "9:15 PM and late as usual, it's DocThissen, just back from Billville."
Lil: Shoes, Cat, Nabby, EW, Tweeny, Acid
DJTweeny: Hi Doc
Cat: did you do something, fogg?
Cat: Hi new doc
ZookyFogg: Got off the path a moment
shoes for the dead: yuppers Tween
An Acid Stomach: Alister crowley hexercize?
Lil: Ow I just fried my brain
DocThissen: new doc?
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “LAWYER’S HOSPITAL” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=lh-ln
EWeston: In olive oil I hope
ZookyFogg: I did something but what is the question?
Cat: one of the creators of this chat is a guy named Doc Technical.
shoes for the dead: keep on the rubber line, Zook
||||||||| The TV flickers on, and Ralph Spoilsport appears: "How can you drive in two places at once when you don't have a genuine Ralph Spoilsport license plate frame? Get one for your car and one for the plate in your head!"
Nabby: on purpose?
Lil: Garlic, white wine, you know the whole schmear
Dexter Fong: I LOVE Ben Bland character
Nabby: Ah
Lil: "Fraid not Nabby, the rot got me
Cat: i think ossman loves performing Ben too
shoes for the dead: brains and eggs
ZookyFogg: What's my crime, Judge?
EWeston: All organic, including the brain?
lily: scrambled legs
An Acid Stomach: The eggs, sir?
Lil: make that with peppers on a hero
Nabby: a case of rot got eh?
Cat: Doc Tech does a whole lot of the computer background for Firesigns
Lil: Indeed EW
shoes for the dead: mebbe a few chemicals in the brain
Nabby: sounds heroic
Lil: It's in everybody's eggs
DocThissen: Well, I'm just another bozo...
An Acid Stomach: Oh, god...
Cat: Firesign factotum Taylor Jessen was here a couple of weeks ago, with the news that the mushroom plays were finally going on line. Doc Tech is handling that.
lily: eggs gone to dust
Nabby: that's the way I dance lily
pinholeF200: Gotta squeeze the wheeze
Lil: Nah, my brain is pure sugar
Nabby: scrambled leggz
EWeston: Some say inorganic brains are too crunchie. Hoah I say good ruffage
lily: me too nabby
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'Joe Chicago ', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:20 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
Nabby: groovy
ZookyFogg: My voice keeps telling me to open doors for old ladies. Should I listen?
lily: my tamborine
shoes for the dead: are there doors around?
Nabby: doors and windows
An Acid Stomach: Four old ladies? Where didyou find four of em?
ZookyFogg: Yes.
EWeston: How do you know its your voice?
Lil: Better than hitting yer head against a brick wall ZF
ZookyFogg: Some old ladies, too
Nabby: smoke and mirrors
ZookyFogg: It's my head. I claim it.
Nabby: coff
||||||||| Beet enters at 9:22 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and dashes off to the Chapeau Manger.
Beet: Evening all.
An Acid Stomach: Who smokes mirrors anymore?
Nabby: Hi Beet
DJTweeny: Hi Beet
shoes for the dead: ffoc
Cat: Beet
lily: someone put that there
Lil: Beet
Beet: Yo Cat
An Acid Stomach: Greets beets!
Dexter Fong: Hey Beet
shoes for the dead: hey Bet
Beet: Hey, Acid
shoes for the dead: e
ZookyFogg: I often call out for guidance.
EWeston: Some of those old ladies are serial cross walkers
pinholeF200: Hay, Beet
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “LAWYER’S HOSPITAL” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=lh-ln
||||||||| 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!"
Beet: Hi Shoes, Dex
Beet: HI Pinhole
ZookyFogg: Gaseous, too
shoes for the dead: and cross talkers
||||||||| Catherwood leads llanwydd inside, makes a note of the time (9:23 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
EWeston: Hi Beeets, I'm fading in and out today
llanwydd: good evening
Nabby: toss crackers
Nabby: Hi llan
Dexter Fong: It's our commentator
Beet: EW, on purpose?
EWeston: Never double crossers though
Deputy Dang: Don't be mean to Bambi!
shoes for the dead: hey llan
Nabby: Never ever
ZookyFogg: You were right not to trust the ubiquitous surround EW
DJTweeny: hey llan, missed me reading your review
Beet: Hi Llan, Nab
Lil: Howdy
llanwydd: my review?
EWeston: Computer is a bit goofy tonight. Breaking in, or up a new modem
shoes for the dead: double cross talk on Wed nite
||||||||| "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!"
Rufus_T_Firetween: LLan's review of Lawyer's Hospital - http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=lh-rv
Beet: I see Lil
llanwydd: lol
llanwydd: as I remember that wasn't so much a review as a reminiscence
ZookyFogg: I got to disconnect again. Indy-net to inter-net issue. Gotta tinker with my personal Watson 10.
llanwydd: or however you spell it
Nabby: neato llan
Lil: I see ummmm what the heck is that?
DJTweeny: true, Llan
||||||||| Around 9:26 PM, ZookyFogg walks off into the sunset...
lily: here hear
||||||||| 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 ZookyFogg plummets into the garden at 9:26 PM.
shoes for the dead: there there
pinholeF200: there their they're
llanwydd: it was taken from a Yahoo group that I was put in charge of
Beet: where where
||||||||| 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: who who
Dexter Fong: Looks good to me llan
Cat: HI Lllan
Nabby: buns and gutter
Lil: there there
lily: garter patrol
EWeston: Fans and feathers
Nabby: why why
llanwydd: where where
shoes for the dead: it's gonna be allright
EWeston: I mean in whose movie
Nabby: which real?
ZookyFogg: Gotta rose in my ass. I might need to fly in a specialist.
An Acid Stomach: Everybody stay on camera!
EWeston: The last reel
shoes for the dead: what is reality?
lily: doh si doh
Deputy Dang: Well hell, Lou Lou Belle!
EWeston: And we're not afraid of it...either
ZookyFogg: & Billion opinions out there but one grand.
pinholeF200: Reality is a seven-letter word; Normal is a setting on a dryer
shoes for the dead: dose I dose?
DJTweeny: forgot about the Nixon bit, Dick Nixon Motors will go well with it :)
lily: si
EWeston: I dose therefore...
ZookyFogg: Normal is a crazy idea
DJTweeny: Dick Nixon Chevrolet, actually (Dear Friends broadcast coming up next)
An Acid Stomach: Dough sees dough?
Nabby: excuse me
Nabby: it is the nourishment interval
EWeston: It was here just a nanosecond ago
DJTweeny: only on Wall Street, Stomach
Lil: buzzzzzzzz zipppppppp.......
lily: whatch out for the holes
shoes for the dead: toy are un-cused
llanwydd: I can't listen to Lawyer's Hospital because when I click on the link I get a window in front of the chat and can't see the dialogue
EWeston: Then your not trying
llanwydd: but I know the whole thing
pinholeF200: Bipolar is the most common type of transistor
DJTweeny: What OS are you using, Llan?
An Acid Stomach: And they knew not thier heads from a hole in the ground
Dexter Fong: Is there no way to minimize it llan?
Cat: Did you all see Ken Burns' recent PBS series about the Roosevelts?
ZookyFogg: Any $10 lawyers out there.
Dexter Fong: Cat: Saw some of it
An Acid Stomach: Yes Cat. Liked it
llanwydd: OS? Oliver Stone?
Beet: Cat, yes I saw it and enjoyed it.
Cat: it would have gone well with this record
DJTweeny: Operating System?
shoes for the dead: no. olfactory sense
ZookyFogg: My problem with meditation is I fall asleep. Ohhmmmzzzz
llanwydd: I really don't know. I've got HP2000 Windows 8
lily: saint djtween we give thee thanks
EWeston: oscilating motor operated pushover
Beet: Agent Orange brought to you by your "friends" at Monsanto
llanwydd: LOVE agent orange
lily: carpet that will kill ya
An Acid Stomach: With friends like those....
Beet: love the smell in the morning
pinholeF200: It's in everybody's Kool Aid
ZookyFogg: Penis prothesis.
EWeston: Defoliate you rabbits
llanwydd: I'm watching Woodstock
Beet: BTW Hello NSA guy.
llanwydd: the Santana segment. fantastic
DJTweeny: St. Tweeny of the Armadillo, lily?
Cat: indeed, llan
shoes for the dead: mescaline llan
llanwydd: who's the nsa guy this week?
llanwydd: lol, shoes
lily: lol the hard abck shell of a dj
EWeston: Nijel
ZookyFogg: Dreams are real in that they exist.
llanwydd: haven't seen that stuff in 30 years or more
Beet: Lil already admitted to it.
||||||||| 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."
lily: its real to feel
Cat: you forogt the sour cream, Franklin
shoes for the dead: ergo, existance is a dream
llanwydd: I had that argument with my father once, Fogg
llanwydd: he was rather philosophical
ZookyFogg: Mine was a carpenter.
Cat: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DnAXbuaQow0
llanwydd: you're not trying to tell me you are Jesus, are you, Fogg?
An Acid Stomach: Dreams are real until they're not....
Cat: Speaking of "reality"
EWeston: synchronosities plaything
lily: norm
ZookyFogg: No
llanwydd: my grandfather was a carpenter for the International Paper
llanwydd: Company
pinholeF200: If newt oil comes from newts where does baby oil come from?
||||||||| Ralph Spoilsport drives in through the door and says "Buy a new or used T-shirt from the Firesign Theatre Cafepress store! Hurry before this sentence ends!"
llanwydd: he worked in the Daily News building in NYC
ZookyFogg: That's my neighbor I mow the lawn for when he's gone
||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Joe Chicago - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Nabby - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
EWeston: Baby newts
lily: my uncle worked in the Daily New Building in NYC
An Acid Stomach: Oh, Pinhole, you've uncovered a terrible secret...
lily: whose messin with my mind
ZookyFogg: What's to want but for honest sweat?
llanwydd: maybe he knew my grandpa, lily
||||||||| Outside, the 9:41 PM bus from Elmertown pulls away, leaving Betty Jo Bialowski coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
llanwydd: evening betty
DJTweeny: Hi Betty Jo
Cat: Betty
lily: whould that not be something
shoes for the dead: hey Betty
Dexter Fong: BJ
EWeston: Evininf Joe
An Acid Stomach: Zook, i hate it when sweat lies
Mudhead: Ridin with Ted Kennedy tonight Betty?
llanwydd: now Sly and the Family Stone is on. I always thought they were kind of corny
ZookyFogg: Truth don't lie!
An Acid Stomach: BJo, greetings!
lily: I love this little tiny world
Cat: you mean chat, lily, or firesign itself?
An Acid Stomach: Lol, mudhead!
shoes for the dead: tiny world with many realities
EWeston: I'd pinch its cheeks, if I could find them
lily: the chat is my world cat lol
Cat: In one of their interviews, one of the Phils said it was the purpose of Firesign to create little worlds their fans could inhabit
ZookyFogg: It doesn't always qualify either but sweat is sweat and bless your Grandfather.
An Acid Stomach: Kinky, EW!
||||||||| 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: A nice little society of bozos, lily :)
llanwydd: sounds like an Austin quote, Cat
||||||||| 9:44 PM: Stlouielou jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!"
lily: orbit aound them whould be fabo cat
Cat: could be, llan
Stlouielou: Hey Now!
DJTweeny: Hi Louie
Stlouielou: long time no see
shoes for the dead: lou!
EWeston: I can get behind a small cheek
lily: bozette to you sjtween lol
Cat: St. Lou
pinholeF200: Hi STLL
Stlouielou: got the cards game on tonight I'll havee to get this baby on the replay
Beet: Hey Louie
DJTweeny: apologies, lily ;)
||||||||| 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."
An Acid Stomach: That's what disturbs me, EW
Stlouielou: Hi everyone
||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and intones "Announcing 'Bunnyboy', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:45 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary...
ZookyFogg: Hi Hi Dan George
Bunnyboy: Hullo!
DJTweeny: Hey Bunny
llanwydd: Hi louie!
lily: naaahhh djtween all is grand
Cat: Bun
Stlouielou: Missed you all Bunches!
Beet: hi bunny
shoes for the dead: hey Bun
EWeston: I feel I'm being left behind in the expanding universe
An Acid Stomach: Bb, Louie!
llanwydd: hi bunnyboy
EWeston: Hi Bunnster
||||||||| "9:46 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Betty Jo Bialowski, who then scurries out through the french doors and down through the flowerbeds.
Bunnyboy: Hiya, llan! Long timer long time.
lily: get your gravitational pull back
Bunnyboy: Lo, yez all.
ZookyFogg: Put it on auto and enjoy EW
Lil: BB
Beet: Hi betty jo
llanwydd: yeah I don't show up very often anymore
EWeston: The dark energy dos'nt seem to recognize me
Beet: Hi Peter
llanwydd: how dark is dark energy?
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EWeston: As dark as a very dark thing
llanwydd: obviously it can't be completely dark if it is energy
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 9:48 PM, dragging Elayne by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Yahoo ™?"
ZookyFogg: It's a temperature thing
||||||||| Betty Jo Bialowski tiptoes in around 9:48 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last month's "unpleasant incident."
Elayne: Evenin' all!
Bunnyboy: Hi, Cat! Unadorned and capital, I see.
DJTweeny: Hey Elayne
Cat: Hi El
lily: when you see the horns turn around
Beet: Hi E
Bunnyboy: Oh, hi, El!
shoes for the dead: hey E
llanwydd: now janis joplin is on. now one of her best performances
EWeston: You have to adapt your vision to see it
Dexter Fong: Hi E and Bunny
pinholeF200: Evenin Elayne
||||||||| 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."
Bunnyboy: and BJB!
Elayne: Jut a brief pause between reconciling my checkbook/paying bills and soaking my poor widdow ingrown toenail.
ZookyFogg: Indy net vs. inter-net
An Acid Stomach: Good to see ya, E!
Elayne: First world problems!
||||||||| 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!"
Elayne: Hey Bunny!
||||||||| 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: Elaynes in Guut!
shoes for the dead: or use a black light, EW
Beet: Have to Watch Woodstock at least once a year.
llanwydd: HI Elayne
Betty Jo Bialowski: He don't want my coffee anymore, Warden
Elayne: A black light, shoes???
late: look behind you... the weather... you kids get off those towers!
lily: how was NY e
EWeston: A few applications on a MK 6 ballpeen usually works for me
shoes for the dead: to see the dark energy, El
ZookyFogg: How much Wood can a Woodstock stock?
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Bunnyboy: Hey! I just remembered! My first FST live experience was (gulp) 20 years ago, in Jacksonville, OR!
Elayne: I don't believe in dark energy, shoes. I think God is in the details of dark energy, and neither exists.
llanwydd: I've never heard this abraham lincoln thing before
DJTweeny: How Time Flys
llanwydd: somehow the visual problem with the audio feed has solved itself
lily: how flies flyed
Bunnyboy: My fancy new phone has a monster hard drive...and the whole of DOMM is now on it.
EWeston: Dark energy seems to believe in galaxies
Elayne: My first was, I believe, Electrician at the house of my friend Jill (who does the blog Brilliant at Breakfast).
DJTweeny: good to hear, Llan
pinholeF200: Don't worry about the flys, we won't weigh 'em
EWeston: I've read her a few times, she has a rep
ZookyFogg: Multi-verses cast upon a strange void
||||||||| Chick Lambert fades in and says: "I have no idea who this Friedstein Theatre is, but they 're honing in on my territory over at Duke of Madness Motors. Give 'em the what for, Storm!" "RUFF! RUFF!"
llanwydd: really cool to hear the guys as themselves
Elayne: Ah, foot in soaking
llanwydd: very unusual
An Acid Stomach: My 1st was Nick Danger during a break @ band rehersal circa 1972
Elayne: man, that water's hot@
EWeston: From an astral plane that was never meant to fly
llanwydd: I first heard Nick Danger in English class in high school
Elayne: EWeston, a good rep, I hope. Jill is brilliant, and not only at breakfast. She's a real firebrand, appropriately for the one who introduced me to Firesign.
llanwydd: the teacher was a pretty cool guy
||||||||| 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!"
An Acid Stomach: TimLeary could fly his astral plane...
Bunnyboy: El: First album was HOW CAN YOU BE..., circa early 1976, after hearing some of the cool college theatre kids playing some cuts.
Betty Jo Bialowski: Better order in the corridor. THAT'S what we need.
Elayne: Llan, you had a great teacher!
||||||||| Uh, Clem... rushes off, saying "9:55 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
EWeston: Think I saw her or a link at firedoglake
ZookyFogg: While others threw ono hitters I was off doing one hitters
Cat: I was a fan before they began making albums, just doint stage and radio stuff
Elayne: Probably, EWeston...
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llanwydd: true elayne. it was the last day of school and we had nothing else to do
Bunnyboy: But live was in 1994.
llanwydd: I had never heard FST before. I was a freshman
llanwydd: now wavy gravy is on. funny guy
ZookyFogg: What more study needs be done
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
EWeston: My intro was Not Insane, while overseas, in the Fillipeans
An Acid Stomach: He went to the Chemical-Corn Exchange Bank
pinholeF200: His real name is Hugh Romney....
pinholeF200: wavy gravy, that is
shoes for the dead: mine in Indonesia 72
EWeston: Then he was in the fertilizer business
llanwydd: the snifter?
Betty Jo Bialowski: The poor kid, they wouldn't let him come home for Christmas
An Acid Stomach: Nope, must've missed her!
DJTweeny: any relation to Mitt, pinhole?
EWeston: We flew into Thialand a couple times. One of my favorite places back then
pinholeF200: They don't seem to have a lot in common, do they?
ZookyFogg: I gots to go have me a smoke at the stones.
llanwydd: I've never been in asia. someday I hope
Betty Jo Bialowski: Speak well of your boss
EWeston: Schnifter? Dat you?
EWeston: Been reading a good history of China, and it is complex cool, and ugly
llanwydd: if you dream of a dream, what does it mean
shoes for the dead: 15% prophet
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
Cat: I lived in Japan in the 70s and 80s. Got a chance to play Firesign on NHK, the Japanese national radio network
llanwydd: yes, there were some very ugly things about chinese history
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
llanwydd: especially lingchi
ZookyFogg: Gotta go have two breaks. The rules are are more than I can remember.
llanwydd: I came across that on a site recently
pinholeF200: A novena; if you've got the plans I'll get the lumber
Betty Jo Bialowski: Wash THIS, my dear boy.
EWeston: Probably the worst was the foot binding
llanwydd: not quite, weston
Betty Jo Bialowski: There HASN'T been a good jail movie lately
EWeston: Your example?
Cat: I would have thought Mao's artificial famine that killled 43 million people would be the worst
lily: bate and snitch
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'Bosco Hearn', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 10:02 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom...
llanwydd: I just gave it, weston. lingchi. much worse than footbinding
Beet: They're dropping those whistles again
Betty Jo Bialowski: The terrorists are out in the streets again. The Boston Terrorists.
Cat: Bosco
DJTweeny: Hi Bosco
EWeston: Cultural self crippleing seems pretty bad, for centuries, and self inflicted
llanwydd: hey bosco
Beet: Hi Bosco
An Acid Stomach: I believe in terrierism.
shoes for the dead: hey Bosco
Bosco Hearn: hi all
pinholeF200: Howdy to the Once Honorable Bosco Hearn
llanwydd: I remember bosco. delicious
EWeston: I believe in terriors
llanwydd: grandma would let me lick the spoon
||||||||| 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!"
Betty Jo Bialowski: "They can HAVE it," he commented, about Vietnam.
lily: nite nite sleep tight and I mean tight thanks djtween for thee giggles
An Acid Stomach: And I, am a terrierist
Bosco Hearn: happy to be working again.
||||||||| 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."
llanwydd: rapscallion. lol
llanwydd: they're dropping whistles again
Beet: g'nite lily
DJTweeny: yw lily, rest well
EWeston: Good eve Lily
Cat: by lily
An Acid Stomach: Now my feet are getting too clod...
pinholeF200: See ya lily
EWeston: nice doggy ave a bone
shoes for the dead: soon they will be frying bacon
llanwydd: COLD, ben
An Acid Stomach: Farewell, Lily!
Betty Jo Bialowski: He broke The President
llanwydd: now hendrix is on
EWeston: I'll get my wife!
Cat: better than flying bacon. all those pigs in trees!
Bosco Hearn: looking for witty quips on authority and money.
Beet: you're making me want to watch it again soon, llan
shoes for the dead: lan, my dvd has another Hendrix view in bw
Cat: you said the word Power and it responded, just like we do.
llanwydd: interesting, shoes. I'd like to see that
shoes for the dead: someone had an early video tape recorder
Betty Jo Bialowski: For witty quips on authority and money, See: Catholic Church
llanwydd: yes the catholic church is very rich
llanwydd: sometimes I wonder if the mafia tithes
An Acid Stomach: One footfighter 22, this sucker is terminated. See you all next week, same fire time , same fire station!
Cat: by acid
Cat: only to itself, llan
EWeston: For titty whips go to the adult bookstore moyel
DJTweeny: Have to say I really admire the new Pope for eschewing the trappings of his office
Dexter Fong: By AC
||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!"
pinholeF200: Later acid
DJTweeny: Francis is very different from his predecessors
Cat: shoes for industry. shoes for the pope
llanwydd: yeah, francis is a regular guy
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
DJTweeny: Thanks for stopping by, Stomach
DJTweeny: see you next week
||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Stlouielou - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Joe Chicago - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| SkweezDaWheez - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
EWeston: Shuffle those ions outa here acid
Bunnyboy: 3, 6, 9, 12 Hour Ebola.
Bunnyboy: Ernie Kovacs VO: "Don't nobody move!"
DJTweeny: we in Texas are not laughing, Bunny :/
llanwydd: how can you guys sit here joking when three of our friends just died
Betty Jo Bialowski: Willie Mays?!
EWeston: The Time of Fangate, and other absurdities
Elayne: Okay, that's enough soakage. Back to work! Have to go through Previews to place my comics order tomorrow... Next week, all!
llanwydd: one from fiddlers, one from jaundice and one from demonic possession
DJTweeny: nite E
Bosco Hearn: all of Africa appears on Beat The Reaper tomorrow.
||||||||| Ralph Spoilsport drives in through the door and says "Buy a new or used T-shirt from the Firesign Theatre Cafepress store! Hurry before this sentence ends!"
shoes for the dead: my baby don't care
Cat: by el
Dexter Fong: Night E
Cat: lol bosco
pinholeF200: So long El
EWeston: Have a good read Elayne
Bunnyboy: #RedNoses
shoes for the dead: by El
llanwydd: catherwood, wipe my screen, will you
||||||||| Catherwood wipes llanwydd's screen will you.
EWeston: I thing we have a Pignose infiltrator
Bunnyboy: Rent FLESH + BLOOD, and watch famous character actors keel over, from Instant Plague.
pinholeF200: deja vu deja vu deja vu
Beet: Nite Ealayne
llanwydd: flesh+blood? never heard of it
Cat: good csny album
Betty Jo Bialowski: Don't guess about Dougs when you can have the Truth
Bunnyboy: The sad thing is, at least 2 of the actors from that film are actually dead now. Not from work-related causes (like, say, Roy Kinnear).
||||||||| Chick Lambert fades in and says: "I have no idea who this Friedstein Theatre is, but they 're honing in on my territory over at Duke of Madness Motors. Give 'em the what for, Storm!" "RUFF! RUFF!"
llanwydd: that reminds me of a steven wright joke. "I'm having amnesia and deja vu at the same time. I think I've forgotten this before".
ZookyFogg: Hey, hey, hey, that was a duble-header.
EWeston: We lose up to 50,000 people a year to the flu. Ebola is bad potentially, with idiocy being a major part of its spread
Cat: i was surprised at the number of Babylon 5 actors that have died since that series was on.
Bunnyboy: llan: Paul Verhoeven's medieval themed English language feature. Rutger Hauer, Jennifer Jason Leigh, Brion James, Bruno Kirby, amongst others.
Beet: Just focussing on Texas at the moment. Watch out Tween.
llanwydd: ebola 300. and win!
DJTweeny: Luckily Dallas is a long way from Austin, Beet
Beet: You should ban planes from Dallas
EWeston: I always get at least one gutter bola
ZookyFogg: Can I get you to come sing for the kids.
llanwydd: lol, weston
Cat: If you banned Paul Dallas, the Firesign Theatre would never have existed
Bunnyboy: I still have CONTAGION (the movie) on my desk, from the last big health emergency time. Kinda skeered to watch it.
DJTweeny: Think they've got it pretty well contained now, Beet
llanwydd: closest I've been to dallas is san antonio
pinholeF200: Not if you watch Faux News
DJTweeny: Bunnyboy, another good one is Warning Sign
ZookyFogg: Bacon Potatoe and Bacon
shoes for the dead: at least it might put stink on your gov, Tween
EWeston: There's a cultural thing in parts of Africa to wash the corpse and drink some of the water. Not a good idea with death by Ebola
DJTweeny: San Antonio is even farther, as it is well south of Austin
pinholeF200: Spam, spam, spam potato and spam
Beet: Some conjecture that the drug companies are waiting for the thing to spread so that the demand for their drug will be sufficient
Bunnyboy: Andy Borowitz's great recent post, re: CNN slogan change to: "Holy Crap! We're all gonna die!"
DJTweeny: Not a fan of Rick Perry, shoes?
llanwydd: bacon potato and spam, potato spam and spam...
llanwydd: you beat me to it pinhole
ZookyFogg: and more bacon
DJTweeny: I like what Perry has done for the economy, but his conservative social attitudes have no allure
EWeston: Dosn't taste like pork. What's up with that?
pinholeF200: plenty of spam left
ZookyFogg: I need a beacon to bake my bacon
llanwydd: now I'm watching the wastelands of bethel, ny after the concert
DJTweeny: did you see that the courts have reversed the new Texas abortion clinic laws?
shoes for the dead: he should stay in Texas, I spose
||||||||| At 10:20 PM, Mudhead hurries out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
DJTweeny: It was ridiculous what they were trying to do
||||||||| 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: They're putting the babies back in?
DJTweeny: would have closed down most of the clinics in Texas
ZookyFogg: But first stop the leaking.
EWeston: Yah but with La court help up tp 600,00 folks won't get to votr in Texas. VOTE PEOPLE!
DJTweeny: Yes pinhole, the new 'reverse abortion' law
||||||||| 10:21 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!"
EWeston: Add one more zero
DJTweeny: hola again Nabby
ZookyFogg: Old timer tip: Two pairs of underwear provide more support.
shoes for the dead: well fed Nabby?
||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!"
Beet: Nabby's back
Dexter Fong: wba Nabby
Nabby: indeed shoes
llanwydd: tierra del plasticos
DJTweeny: I've got no problem with making sure people are authorized to vote
Nabby: howdy howdy
DJTweeny: easy to get a state ID card
EWeston: Last study found 31 possible vote fraud cases out on one billion votes
Beet: Except when voter restrictions are targeted to a specific voting block
||||||||| Catherwood tosses another cheese log on the fire and intones, "If you want to keep the cornstarch off your mukluks this season, buy a hoodie or a sweatshirt at the Firesign corner Cafepress store."
Cat: a state ID would do me no good.
pinholeF200: Ya know what they say here in Illinois-vote early and often
llanwydd: I got my first traffic ticket since I moved to florida three and a half years ago just last night
ZookyFogg: Too serious on omne hand and not enough on other
Cat: we have provinces here in Canada
shoes for the dead: ah! Canadian!
Nabby: it's just like sitting in a big burrito
Bunnyboy: VOTE VOTE VOTE VOTE VOTE!
llanwydd: before I moved down here I was a friday night scapegoat for years
EWeston: In some states a n NRA card will let you vote, a student ID will not
Bunnyboy: But don't let me tell you what to do. You worm!
ZookyFogg: Voting is good
Beet: you've been in Florida for three and a half years since last night?
DJTweeny: thats relatively insane, EW
||||||||| 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!"
EWeston: Early voting is going well in at least three states
llanwydd: I'll be voting for rick scott for governor
||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Lil - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| lily - dead from measles
||||||||| An Acid Stomach - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Elayne - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Betty Jo Bialowski - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
llanwydd: first time I've voted for a republican since 1980
llanwydd: yes it is
EWeston: In the end I blame the media, they do not inform
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and announces "Presenting 'I can't chat', just granted probation at 10:25 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
ZookyFogg: I promise free sticky notes to evrybody who wants some.
llanwydd: very underrated song
shoes for the dead: yes it is, it's true
EWeston: Maple surrup sticky notes, yum
ZookyFogg: See me and ask for a hot dog and you got it.
DJTweeny: Hi chat
||||||||| 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: Hi I can't
Nabby: Can you?
EWeston: Wait a minute, that dog may be doped!
llanwydd: gotta do this here. been way too long...
llanwydd: dcuhyvgtbfrnybvcyvgbntfrmdsbvhycjxbgnfmdbgnfmd,s yhbgfnmds bfndms vcxzv cx
shoes for the dead: or stolen
ZookyFogg: Your choice.
EWeston: A ruffie!
Nabby: was it good for you llan
Beet: I feel the same way, llan
llanwydd: well woodstock is over
ZookyFogg: Ruffles
Nabby: nation geomorphic magazine
llanwydd: felt great, nabby
DJTweeny: Catherwood, please translate Welsh
||||||||| Catherwood walks up to DJTweeny and asks "Did you want me?"
Cat: it certainly is, llan
pinholeF200: how was 1969 this time?
Nabby: good, good
EWeston: Better you'd like the National Transmorgrifier Magazine?
ZookyFogg: Everything I have ever put on a store brand cracker has sat well.
shoes for the dead: whats neat is the couple on the album cover are still together
llanwydd: well, I had to shut off the audio feed. love fst but that was getting boring
||||||||| "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: Chick Dixon Nevrolet?
Nabby: Digitty
ZookyFogg: Dag damn
EWeston: Hotsa hotsa
llanwydd: catherwood, would you wipe my glasses or get me my contacts?
||||||||| Catherwood gets llanwydd my contacts.
pinholeF200: je me suis allez a la banque
||||||||| 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!"
llanwydd: there is nothing catherwood won't do for you
||||||||| Catherwood walks up to llanwydd and asks "Do you have something for me to do?"
ZookyFogg: Anybody see the new sex ed show? Dr. Ruth's Nuggetts.
llanwydd: allez and write me a cheque
llanwydd: oh, dr ruth is still around?
Bunnyboy: ED pharma concept: RISE, L'IL LAZARUS!
EWeston: Well its time to put the pickle in my pocket, the ring in my nose and head for the door, by fiends and friends
pinholeF200: Is it true Dr. Ruth was a trained sniper?
||||||||| 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: Night EW
shoes for the dead: by EW
ZookyFogg: She is contraception.
Cat: by ew
Nabby: Take care EW
Beet: See you next time EW
pinholeF200: byebye EW
||||||||| Around 10:34 PM, EWeston walks off into the sunset...
llanwydd: dr ruth was a quack in every sense but she knew how to get good ratings
ZookyFogg: Take care EW.
ZookyFogg: She was a Drill Seargent, too.
Nabby: she was a mallard quack if I recall right
llanwydd: LOL, fogg
DJTweeny: ** Next week, The 3 Faces Of Al, and a special presentation from our very own Cat Simril Ishikawa
Nabby: pot is a gateway drug
Dexter Fong: Nice Tweeny
shoes for the dead: but I don't own a gate
Cat: i only have one face, but it's enough
Nabby: neato Tween
llanwydd: man, I'm tired. night everybody. I'll try to stop in next week
Cat: see you next week, llan
Beet: sounds good
Dexter Fong: Night llan
Nabby: gateway to giggles
shoes for the dead: by llan
||||||||| 10:36 PM -- llanwydd left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
Nabby: Take care llan
Beet: See you, llan
pinholeF200: For real, Wikipedia says Dr. Ruth was trained as a sniper
pinholeF200: Nite llan
ZookyFogg: Look at Willie kicking.
Nabby: real hippie masks
ZookyFogg: She practiced safe sex, though while stalking.
Dexter Fong: Never aimed at the genitalia
ZookyFogg: But she could always sight it in.
||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| I can't chat - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Bosco Hearn - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Bunnyboy: It's spouse arrival! Nitey!
||||||||| At 10:40 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Bunnyboy!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
Nabby: be well Bunny
Beet: Nite Bunny
||||||||| 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'
Dexter Fong: Bye Bunny
Cat: by ben
pinholeF200: see ya bun
ZookyFogg: Ad Astra, Bunny
Beet: Only eight of us left
Dexter Fong: Ahhh...tweeny's winding up for the shut down
shoes for the dead: honest, honey I wasn't chating...........
||||||||| Chick Lambert fades in and says: "I have no idea who this Friedstein Theatre is, but they 're honing in on my territory over at Duke of Madness Motors. Give 'em the what for, Storm!" "RUFF! RUFF!"
DJTweeny: about to draw the curtain
ZookyFogg: It's all a good mental workout to keep my frontal lobe buff
Cat: you weren't chafing? that's good
Nabby: lobes? count me in
DJTweeny: This chat is very therapeutic
Dexter Fong: Chafing? Send in Coporal Dr. Ruth
Cat: Bergman actually was in China
Nabby: it's like a vigorous massage
ZookyFogg: You should see her daily log.
Nabby: kinda
Nabby: her daily leg?
Dexter Fong: She shoiuld see mine....everymorning
shoes for the dead: her own stool?
ZookyFogg: I have a rubber skull that fluctuates to certain stimuli.
Beet: This was fun and went too fast. Thanks all. Thanks Tweeny. G'Nite.
Cat: Thanks again, Tween.
Nabby: Can hasn't chat?
pinholeF200: Great show, lotsa laughs Tween
shoes for the dead: Thanks Tween!!!
Dexter Fong: Thanks tweeny
Dexter Fong: You too Rufus
ZookyFogg: Ah, I gots a bus to catch. No more jump and go cart.
Nabby: Thank you Tweeny
shoes for the dead: Park it and Lock it!
DocThissen: Thanks! Great Listening!
DJTweeny: Thanks for listening everybody, and have a great week. See you next time, same FireTime, same FireStation...
Cat: off we fly.
ZookyFogg: Ad Astra, all
Nabby: See you all and have a great weekend!
Dexter Fong: Night ZF
Nabby: off we do
DJTweeny: you too Nabby :)
||||||||| Cat leaves to catch the 10:46 PM train to Hellmouth.
Dexter Fong: Night Darling Nabby
Dexter Fong: Night Cat
Deputy Dang: Night night all
||||||||| "Hey pinholeF200!" ... pinholeF200 turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 10:47 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
Dexter Fong: Night DD
||||||||| Catherwood enters with mahatma57 close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 10:49 PM tree-stunting plans, and hurries off to the vestibule.
Dexter Fong: Night Dear Friends
DJTweeny: show just ended, mahatma :(
DJTweeny: see you at 9pm Eastern next week
DJTweeny: Until last time, again...
mahatma57: Damn your fats, Waller!
||||||||| DJTweeny says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, DJTweeny exits at 10:50 PM.
||||||||| Rufus_T_Firetween says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Rufus_T_Firetween exits at 10:50 PM.
||||||||| It's 10:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Beet - dead from jaundice
||||||||| late - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| shoes for the dead - 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:
||||||||| Deputy Dang - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| DocThissen - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| ZookyFogg - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Nabby - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| mahatma57 - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and announces "Announcing 'LAWYER’S HOSPITAL', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 11:58 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
||||||||| Catherwood walks in wearing his pyjamas, yawns, and mumbles "It's midnight here in New York city"...then he falls over and starts snoring loudly..
||||||||| It's 12:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| LAWYER’S HOSPITAL - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'Cptain Oilof', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 12:10 AM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom...
||||||||| It's 12:25 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Cptain Oilof - dead from the common cold
||||||||| 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:
An Acid Stomach
Beet
Betty Jo Bialowski
Bosco Hearn
Bunnyboy
Cat
Deputy Dang
Dexter Fong
DJTweeny
DocThissen
Elayne
EWeston
Joe Chicago
late
Lil
lily
llanwydd
Lt. Bradshaw
mahatma57
Mudhead
Nabby
pinholeF200
Rufus_T_Firetween
shoes for the dead
Stlouielou
Uh, Clem...
Twattycrapinstain
ZookyFogg
URL References:
http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php?audio#DUKEOFPFTFTJ
http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php?books
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=domm-ln
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=lh-ln
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=lh-rv
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=tcotrw-rv
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jackson_Browne#Discography
http://tinyurl.com/pd3p5jw
www.dishnuts.net
www.kurtericson.com/txroadkill/roadkillshow
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DnAXbuaQow0
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fBHoMvq_tmY



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