A Firesign Chat
11/06/2014




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 November 06, 2014 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and announces "Announcing 'bumpy', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 1:30 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom...
bumpy: ok.....
||||||||| Catherwood says "1:30 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs bumpy by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
||||||||| 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 DJTweeny gets out at 8:08 PM.
||||||||| 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 into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, mumbles something about 8:08 PM, then departs.
||||||||| Lil enters at 8:14 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Hat Pack Annex.
Lil: Ooops LOL
DJTweeny: Hi Lili
DJTweeny: music will be up a little after 8:40 Eastern
Lil: hI tWEENY SWEETIE
DJTweeny -)
DJTweeny flutters his eyelashes
Lil: LOL
Lil: At least I came on the right day this time
DJTweeny: this can be useful, yes
Lil: Think I'll run out with the firedog while there's still time
DJTweeny: however, any time you're in the mood for some Firesign you can always listen to Firesign Radio at www.firesigntheatre.com
DJTweeny: k, see you in a bit
Lil: This is true
Lil: I wonder if they've changed the loop yet on that radio
DJTweeny: Don't know how often they do that
DJTweeny: might ask Cat
||||||||| 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) **'
Lil: K
||||||||| 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 enters at 8:35 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and dashes off to the Haberdashery Barn.
Dexter Fong: Hi folks, going to the cheese log
Rufus_T_Firetween: Hi Dexter
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - warm up music (The Police) - 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 strides up and intones "Presenting 'PLUMIKINS', just granted probation at 8:41 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
DJTweeny: Hi Plumikins
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 Rufus, tweeny. Lil, and Plum
DJTweeny: Yo Dex
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "8:45 PM and late as usual, it's lily, just back from Illinois."
Dexter Fong: Walking in your food stamps?
Dexter Fong: Hi lily
lily: Dexter Fong DJTweeny Lil lily PLUMIKINS Rufus_T_Firetween evening all and thanks djtween for invite and another laugh or two
DJTweeny: Hi lily
Dexter Fong: probably bathes in his gov'mint cheese
lily: Had my mind blown saw cousins I have not seen since I was 22
||||||||| ''Bob'' waltzes in at 8:47 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies SomeAtomicGuy into the room, accepts three dimes as a gratuity, grumbles something about 8:47 PM, then departs.
lily: NY is one giant pot hole
||||||||| Catherwood enters and asks "Is there anythynge you want? By that I mean Anythynge You Want To, Shakespeare's Lost paperback Comedie in pre-electronic book form!"
lily: and thats enough on that subject
Dexter Fong: "Bob" ...Some atomic Guy
||||||||| CptButton enters at 8:48 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Haberdashery Barn.
DJTweeny: Hi Bob, atomic, Button
PLUMIKINS: ok whatever
Dexter Fong: At ease Cap
lily: mint cheese goes good with lamb
''Bob'': Open up! Your door knocker fell off!
DJTweeny: sounds interesting, lily
SomeAtomicGuy: Thanks Catherwood, just roll a couple of bummers and leave them on the side table ...
||||||||| Catherwood pretends not to hear SomeAtomicGuy
CptButton: we already have one!
lily: wild time djt
DJTweeny: Catherwood, give Bob a door knocker
||||||||| Catherwood gives bob a door knocker.
lily: ob sid e an
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:50 PM and WorstStreet bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:50 PM and Deputy Dang waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Dexter Fong: Hi WS< Dep
Deputy Dang: Hey all (some?)... I'm just popping in to say I won't be here tonight.
DJTweeny: Hi Worst, Dang
Dexter Fong: Schrodingers Cat?
||||||||| 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."
Deputy Dang: I'm travelling, and forgot to bring my laptop battery, and might need to check email in the morning.
WorstStreet: howdy
lily: don't tease those ants
DJTweeny: Whattt??? You asked for the album, Deputy!
Deputy Dang: Really? Which one tonight?
Deputy Dang: I can run the battery dead.
Deputy Dang: F the email. I'm here all night, folks!
Dexter Fong: You could be fined for that Deputy
DJTweeny: In The Next World
||||||||| Cat steals in around 8:52 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident."
DJTweeny: I'm playing it for you :/
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
Dexter Fong: Hi Cat
Deputy Dang: Okay, I'll listen until the battery dies. It's worth it.
DJTweeny: Dang, are you not on Facebook?
SomeAtomicGuy: deputy dang has no email contacts
DJTweeny: I sent out announcements yesterday
lily: its all circle stancia evil
Deputy Dang: It's hotter than Heater in Hellmouth, and hotter than a hooker in Heater. (or something like that)
||||||||| EWeston steps in at 8:53 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** If you're on Facebook, you can Like the Firesign Fan Page here >> https://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Firesign-Theatre/282668140208 - and if you’re on Twitter and would like to get Firesign tweets, follow @FiresignNews
Deputy Dang: I've been traveling, and not on Facebook. Are there other contact points?
Cat: ahoy mates and matettes
SomeAtomicGuy: that was no crazed sterno bum
DJTweeny: I'll be putting up a replay on FB tomorrow, Dang
EWeston: Evinin Tweeny, cat, Kiky and other dear friends
DJTweeny: Hi EW
Dexter Fong: Luger Axhandle?
Deputy Dang: Battery meeter just popped up saying 19 minutes left. Man, I'm sorry. I'll stay as long as I have the power.
DJTweeny: Hey Cat
lily: walked into a dang web page
Deputy Dang: okay, cool. I'll have my power supply tomorrow.
Dexter Fong: Hey EW
EWeston: A Transposed L let me down
Cat: help, its the police
SomeAtomicGuy: or a sandstone building
DJTweeny: It's OK, like I said there will be a replay up for a week
Deputy Dang: a dangstone building
EWeston: Dexmange
lily: like sam through the hourglass
Dexter Fong: Dextrose
SomeAtomicGuy: with sports in your shorts
EWeston: Lex's smarter, better lookin brother
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies pinholeF200 into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, mumbles something about 8:57 PM, then departs.
lily: I see it butt I don't believe it
Dexter Fong: Hi Pin
Cat: hi pin and all previous chatters
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "8:58 PM and late as usual, it's melanie haber, just back from Hellmouth."
||||||||| Mr. Bark Bark sashays in at 8:58 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Cat: the police were really good in those days
Cat: hi mel
pinholeF200: Hey Dex, Tween, lily, Cat et al
Dexter Fong: Hi mel and BB
||||||||| 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!"
Cat: bark 2
SomeAtomicGuy: have a fun night, all. ipad interface too annoying.
lily: hey pin
EWeston: Give that butt some steroids
DJTweeny: Hello Ms. Haber
DJTweeny: Hi pinhole
DJTweeny: Hi Bark
Dexter Fong: regrets AG
lily: muscle butt
Mr. Bark Bark: I presume you've come to see my mistress Mr. Danger.
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, November 06, 2014 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
SomeAtomicGuy: i don't care what his name is
pinholeF200: mustve missed something about butts, whose behind is the Giant Rat of Sumatra
||||||||| Catherwood ushers shoes for the dead into the room, accepts a wooden nickel as a gratuity, mutters something about 9:00 PM, then departs.
CptButton: Are those my cues?
Dexter Fong: No, we're here to check your electric bill BB
shoes for the dead: Howdy
DJTweeny: Hi shoes
Cat: read an interesting, firesign relavent sort of graphic novel called Castaneda for Beginners.
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 9:01 PM, dragging Deputy Danger by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yo-yo?"
EWeston: Damn your Fats Waller
''Bob'': Honk! Honk!
Mr. Bark Bark: Cat, that sounds interesting.
pinholeF200: it's that time warp
shoes for the dead: oh! those verbs!
Cat: the cartoonists should have taken more drugs, not nearly visual enoug. not a good thing for graphic novel
EWeston: Shoes pick up a butt and sidown
Dexter Fong: I used to play casternada, too many cards too hold
||||||||| 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!"
Cat: lol dex
Deputy Danger: Laptop died. I'm on my cell phone until it dies. Idk if I can chat and stream at the same time.
shoes for the dead: i have a sanitary pedestal
Mr. Bark Bark: Sounds more like consternate
lily: castaneda I am there
WorstStreet: broken treaties
Mr. Bark Bark: Consternada.
||||||||| Outside, the 9:03 PM downtown bus from Billville pulls away, leaving Hal O'ali coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
WorstStreet: siddown raquel!
EWeston: Quick put a stachu onit!
||||||||| Outside, the 9:03 PM uptown bus from Billville pulls away, leaving PissFest coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
lily: implant your booty
iation of eykiw as now i know the refs
Cat: what happened
shoes for the dead: hey fest
EWeston: The Gummit stuck a chip, Doritos I think, on mah butt
WorstStreet: another 'lost time' incident
PissFest : hello mr. shoe
WorstStreet: damned aliens
Cat: readingCastenada book gave me a reference points for eykiw i hadn't had before
Dexter Fong: Get your ass outta the salsa EW
Deputy Danger: Anyone know hour to listen to the stream with an Android phone?
||||||||| "Happy" Harry Cox pops in and say "I was right! Everything I knew WAS wrong! You CAN get "Profiles in Barbecue Sauce", chock full of meaty Firesign scripts!"
Cat: fester
DJTweeny: boy did I stumble through that one lol
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 9:05 PM, dragging Merlyn by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Firehead?"
WorstStreet: sokay, don't worry about it
EWeston: How was I to know it couldn't dance.
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “IN THE NEXT WORLD, YOU’RE ON YOUR OWN” - 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://www.amazon.com/Next-World-Youre-Your-Own/dp/B00006BNDQ **'
Mr. Bark Bark: It's soundproofed, so no one could hear you.
Dexter Fong: Hi Merlyn
DJTweeny: Hi Merlyn
Cat: hi merl
pinholeF200: been there done that
shoes for the dead: even Merlyn shows up
lily: pick yourslf up dust yourself off and
Merlyn: Hey DF, DJ
DJTweeny: Hi Hal, PF
EWeston: Merl snuck in again um?
CptButton: He's turning over!
Dexter Fong: Hey shoes
||||||||| Catherwood leads ZookyFogg in through the front door at 9:06 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Cat: the procs sure do seem like they're having fun in italy
Dexter Fong: ZF
Cat: fogg
pinholeF200: at least I didn't say Sh*t Chmevrolet like a coworker did
EWeston: Zooky! a chance to use the Z key!
DJTweeny: Hi Zooky
pinholeF200: the zookster is in the house
shoes for the dead: hay Fogg
||||||||| Ralph Spoilsport drives in through the door and says "Buy a new or used T-shirt from the Firesign Theatre Cafepress store! Hurry before this sentence ends!"
Cat: youve just on the scrabble game, ew
lily: you can use it you just don't want to
Cat: won
Cat: my typing is getting more and more ucked
lily: zzzzzzzzzzzzz are good for you
EWeston: The letters are talking back. What's up with that?
DJTweeny: obviously a defective keyboard, Cat
||||||||| 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: spellcheck is a socialist plot
Cat: yeah, just blame technology for everything
shoes for the dead: someone keeps moving the keys on mime
ZookyFogg: Hey Folks. Glad to have joined.
shoes for the dead: mini
PissFest : perfect album to follow that election
EWeston: I'd like to report the death of my spell checker. Services for fans later this week
lily: auto correct this
||||||||| It's 9:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Deputy Dang - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
CptButton: So your spells will be in peril?
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “IN THE NEXT WORLD, YOU’RE ON YOUR OWN” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=nextworld-ln
||||||||| Outside, the 9:10 PM bus from Billville pulls away, leaving Nabby coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
EWeston: Not to be torturing me!
DJTweeny: Hi Nabby
lily: farse for farse sake
Nabby: hey Tween
Merlyn: "Over The Edge" after "-nd of the World"
shoes for the dead: that's the prob, Cat it's under a spell
lily: hi nab
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
EWeston: There'll be peril from loose spells
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “IN THE NEXT WORLD, YOU’RE ON YOUR OWN” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=nextworld-ln
Nabby: hey lily
shoes for the dead: hey Nabby
Dexter Fong: Darling Abby
Dexter Fong: N
lily: loose spelling sinks ships
EWeston: Arling rabby
Nabby: hi shoes and Ong
Cat: speakikng of farsi, did any of you see anthongy bourdain's show from iran last sunday?
shoes for the dead: slinks slips?
pinholeF200: poor sperring as an index to metal demangement
EWeston: Loose spelling means frog time again.
Lil: Pink slips?
Cat: those mosques in isfahan are some of the most beautiful things i've ever seen.
lily: where did they put that key
EWeston: Only if properly transmorgrified
Cat: ask the sound effects man, lily
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies cooper into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mutters something about 9:12 PM, then departs.
Dexter Fong: Cat: Did they show the little ones, the Mosqueetos?
lily: he said its the key of g cat
DJTweeny: Hi cooper
EWeston: The Mosqueeto ticks?
pinholeF200: then we must flea
Dexter Fong: Then we must fleece them
Cat: we have a friend who was an englis teacher in isfahan at the time of the revolution and barely escaped
Nabby: not g carp
EWeston: I can't run that way in a pink slip
Nabby: ticks?
lily: flying tics
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “IN THE NEXT WORLD, YOU’RE ON YOUR OWN” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=nextworld-ln
EWeston: Facial tics,mine anyway
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
pinholeF200: nervous ticks are the worst kind
lily: oyster slip
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:15 PM and Deputy Dang waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
EWeston: A fine clay body dat
shoes for the dead: oyeter lips
Nabby: don't be a nipticker
||||||||| 9:15 PM: Elayne jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!"
Elayne: Evenin' all!
EWeston: Is there an R in the month?
Cat: Hye El
pinholeF200: hey el
lily: hi e
Nabby: hi Elayne
shoes for the dead: hey El
EWeston: Elayne her own self.
Dexter Fong: Hi E
Elayne: Thanks again for that audio file, Tween!
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Koyemsi into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mutters something about 9:16 PM, then departs.
Deputy Dang: Now streaming on my Android phone. Yay!
PissFest : Elayne! Do you know Woodrow Stool?
||||||||| "Happy" Harry Cox pops in and say "I was right! Everything I knew WAS wrong! You CAN get "Profiles in Barbecue Sauce", chock full of meaty Firesign scripts!"
Nabby: hi Koy
shoes for the dead: "the month" has no r's
Elayne: I don't trust those robot phones.
lily: Yay
Elayne: I think they're trying to overthrow us.
pinholeF200: Candy, Sandy and Wendy, didn't they used to be Wilson Phillips
DJTweeny: Hey E. You're very welcome :)
Cat: how are things in nyc, el?
ZookyFogg: Hey Tween and all Firesign friends here to be seen or not seen but be here. I have recently been discovering you folks who have resided to my peripheral for decades. In my work and trudge through life all I’ve had company with has mostly been AM for a long time and little else where I set my bones down and choices at hand were minimal. I am humored to have stumbled here by chance as rivers merge to explore those things that have been to my fringe. I think I may mostly just listen and enjoy tonight here from my Skyhole.
DJTweeny: Hi Koyemsi
lily: oh I thought we were doing the wave
Elayne: Wet, Cat. And you know how a wet cat smells.
Nabby: Yay
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “IN THE NEXT WORLD, YOU’RE ON YOUR OWN” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=nextworld-ln
Elayne: Um, what Zooky said!
Cat: we had 80+ mm of rain here the other night. salmon in the streets from swolen streams
WorstStreet: kim...
Elayne: Wow Cat, them's good eatin'!
EWeston: The Zookie abides
lily: humor me
DJTweeny: Glad you're enjoying our little soiree, Zooky :)
shoes for the dead: 80 mm is a big caliber
Elayne: LOL, EWeston! Well said!
Cat: good for you, zook
DJTweeny: Wow @ the rain, Cat
EWeston: Who was that dancer I saw you with?
Mr. Bark Bark: That was no dancer!
WorstStreet: kim's pics were hacked - damned cloud
Cat: at the same time, my mother is leaving the land of the living.
Cat: almost something out of a dylan song
Nabby: of fresh pork?
EWeston: Kim's gone to hell sans handbasket
PissFest : Oh, Cliff Cloud. Oscar Cloud's son...
Koyemsi: Til the river jumps over the mountain, and the salmon sing in the street
DJTweeny: So sorry to hear, Cat :-(
EWeston: My mom's still hanging in there. Condolences Cat
Cat: being around a dying person is very strange.
pinholeF200: all sympathies Cat
DJTweeny: lol Koyemsi
Dexter Fong: Sorry to hear that Cat
Nabby: yes Cat
lily: sorry to hear that cat
EWeston: Not a good habit
Cat: i suddenly feel very heavy, as if death is a black hole and i get caught in its gravity
lily: fong outta my head please
lily: looming on your shoulder
Dexter Fong: Sorry Lily, thought i USED ENOUGH LUBRICANT
shoes for the dead: good friend of mine left last Saturday
Nabby: somewhere down the line.....
Cat: our dog died a few weeks ago. its hard enough to deal with only one. but firesign chat helps
Cat: lol dex
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
Dexter Fong shouted
lily: OH
Nabby: cool Cat
Cat: the nature of a community it to be nurturing
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "9:22 PM and late as usual, it's Betty Jo Bialowski, just back from Kalamazoo."
Dexter Fong: Ill have what Lily's having
lily: lost my puppy the beging of sept never easy to be there
PissFest : I'm sorry, Cat.
Nabby: (sorry about your dog too)
shoes for the dead: hey Betty
Dexter Fong: and attack it's neighbors
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "9:23 PM and late as usual, it's L., just back from Elmertown."
EWeston: Aint like ponies. Ponies always die young
DJTweeny: Hi Betty Jo
||||||||| Catherwood says "9:23 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Koyemsi by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
PissFest : But is he now a Grateful Dog?
shoes for the dead: or is tit Audrey?
Cat: I appreciate that, Piss, and the rest of you too.
Dexter Fong: el
lily: they shoot horses
EWeston: Teat properly
Nabby: Hi BJB
Betty Jo Bialowski: hey Shoes. Hi DJT.
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “IN THE NEXT WORLD, YOU’RE ON YOUR OWN” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=nextworld-ln
||||||||| Mudhead enters at 9:24 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Haberdashery Barn.
Cat: great movie, lily. never enjoyed jane more
Cat: hi mud
lily: life in your fans
Dexter Fong: Hey Muddie
DJTweeny: Hey Mudhead
||||||||| "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!"
Mudhead: Great gonads Im back!
shoes for the dead: Mud!
DJTweeny: Hi L
Nabby: hi Mud
pinholeF200: yo mud
EWeston: Lo Muddy, and our Betty Joe
Mr. Bark Bark: Mudhead? Ohh No!!!
||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| cooper - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| SomeAtomicGuy - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Deputy Danger - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Hal O'ali - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
WorstStreet: say it! say it!
Dexter Fong: It!
Deputy Dang: "Eat flaming death, fascist media pigs!"
Cat: betty. boop? bop?
EWeston: Oookayyy...ALlllright.
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “IN THE NEXT WORLD, YOU’RE ON YOUR OWN” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=nextworld-ln
WorstStreet: thank you...
Mudhead: me hiballs
Cat: salt peanuts, salt peanuts
Betty Jo Bialowski: I've always wanted to do something important.
lily: low cocktails
||||||||| Catherwood walks up and announces "Presenting 'DramaKing', just granted probation at 9:26 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Cat: have some peanuts, worst. they're very salty
EWeston: Abusing the nuts again?
Dexter Fong: Yo! Dizzy!!
Mudhead: Catherwood get everyone some hiballs
||||||||| Catherwood gets everyone some hiballs.
pinholeF200: lol lily
shoes for the dead: you are doing it now, Betty
DJTweeny: Hi DramaKing
Cat: go well with wurst
Lil: My hair is on fire
Mudhead: A sausage fest?
Nabby: I love that song Cat
Cat: right a song about it, lily. it'll go away
||||||||| Clem73 enters at 9:26 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and scurries off to the Hat Pack Annex.
EWeston: What's the birds eye lowdown on this caper
DramaKing: You can't be in 2 places @ once, when you're not antwhere at all!
lily: german ya volt
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “IN THE NEXT WORLD, YOU’RE ON YOUR OWN” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=nextworld-ln
EWeston: Is there an app for thatLil?
shoes for the dead: telefunken
DJTweeny: Hi Clem
Lil: No, does anyone have any jello?
DramaKing: ...whatever THAT means!
Nabby: hi Clem
L.: Is so confused....
EWeston: &3? I donno no 73
lily: that didn't go down the right pipe
Clem73: Hello America
Betty Jo Bialowski: always loved Side 2
shoes for the dead: I have some pork flavored
||||||||| "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: With or without vodka?
Lil: That's the idea
||||||||| Catherwood enters and asks "Is there anythynge you want? By that I mean Anythynge You Want To, Shakespeare's Lost paperback Comedie in pre-electronic book form!"
Nabby: koff koff
Mudhead: Catherwood get everyone more hiballs
||||||||| Catherwood gets everyone more hiballs.
lily: keep you olives handy
DramaKing: I hear it comes in bottles in this counrty.
Lil: Flaming vodka
Mudhead: Dont forget that at the polls
||||||||| "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: Boris Vodkacough
pinholeF200: I'm sorry about it too
Mr. Bark Bark: I haven't had highballs since I was 50.
EWeston: Careful it burns with an invisible flame
shoes for the dead: Hey NSA guy
Betty Jo Bialowski: For a Canadian
Cat: was that recently, bark?
Lil: And his sidekick Natasha
lily: staring with fanken furter
Cat: i only started drinking cocktails when i was 55
Nabby: there's an NSA guy in my potatoes
EWeston: Fritter them
Mudhead: Goodness look at the patrons of the Chat session, attendance is growing
Cat: they're in everybody's potatoes, nab
Betty Jo Bialowski: I'm not Billy Jacking you either
Lil: They're in everbody
lily: NSA please reply
Lil: s potatoes
L.: growing what? I ask.
Cat: sometimes yes, sometimes no, mud
Lil: 's potatoes
EWeston: You prefer fission or budding reproducetion?
shoes for the dead: echo in here
Nabby: echo in here
Cat: ive been here about 98% of the chats since day one. only not on chat when travelling
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
pinholeF200: mitosis
||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!"
Mr. Bark Bark: They're in everybody's potatoes.
EWeston: Must be the olice
DJTweeny: their reading is almost as good as mine tonight lol
Mudhead: Im doing what I can to keep the status at quo level
lily: and the atten dance award gose to
shoes for the dead: Cat was here before the beginning
EWeston: Othrodox family planning then
WorstStreet: someone will make this film someday
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Betty Jo Bialowski: Open your eyes. What? In the potatoes?
Nabby: I'm still confused
Mr. Bark Bark: And now, sadly, after the end.
Cat: elayne was the beginning, but she seems to have disappeared
Lil: Are they a subsidiary of Bottomfeedler Films?
shoes for the dead: what?
EWeston: Take your hands off that goose!
Nabby: esteemed Cat
Nabby: what?
L.: sits next to Nabby. confusion likes company.
Lil: LOL
lily: stuck a ffeather in his
EWeston: Watt am dat
Betty Jo Bialowski: By the look of it, I'd say his little airhose had been slashed.
Elayne: No, I'm still here. I just... I just didn't know what to say.
Cat: anchor esteemed beer cat, sounds like a firesign brew
lily: Who? Nabby
Nabby: whew thanks L
Mudhead: What? Another Firefox update? I just finished...
Mr. Bark Bark: Elayne, I always keep my fingers on my lines, that way I never get confused.
Nabby: Me Nabby
lily: who dat who say who dat dare
Elayne: I'm so sorry about your mom and your doggie, Cat... I consider myself very fortunate to still have a parent and a kitty...
Elayne: Ah, thanks Mr. Bark Bark, that works nicely.
Cat: that's never stopped anyboyd, el. ask the republicans
Betty Jo Bialowski: Charlton Heston as Doghouse Riley
EWeston: Der Schnifner, or/his son
Elayne: Oh dear, Cat, I'd rather not speak to or about any Republicans at the moment.
Nabby: three cheers for the republicans
Cat: i appreciate that el because i have spent a very pleasent time with your cats
Elayne: I actually remember when Republicans were reasonable, when you could have an interesting debate with them about actual issues.
pinholeF200: have they pried his gun out of his cold dead hand yet
Nabby: well put lily
Elayne: Now they make Nixon - NIXON!!! - look like a liberal Democrat.
Cat: lol pin
DJTweeny: ** Next week: Eat Or Be Eaten
Mr. Bark Bark: Threcheers? Or Teachers?
Cat: ikndeed,el
EWeston: Next two years look to be interesting, and unessisarily painful for some
shoes for the dead: Nick Exxon
Nabby: they're really lizard people
lily: Preachers or bleachers
ZookyFogg: I woke up and my moustache had left a note saying it flew to Mexico.
Cat: are any of you watching harry shearer's new you tube Nixon's the One?
Cat: harry does a wicked nixon
Elayne: I don't like that the bullies have been put in charge of the school for the next two years. It doesn't bode well.
DJTweeny: hadn't heard about it, Cat
Cat: who was indeed, wicked
EWeston: Devilish mustache
Mr. Bark Bark: He broke the President.
pinholeF200: haven't seen that, but Nixon was definitely one....
DJTweeny: I'll bet he does a great Nixon
L.: nabby, my L does not stand for Lizard. just fyi.
Nabby: got it L
Cat: check it out. as someone into cinematography, it isn't visual enhough for my tastes but it does give you the nicks in his own words
ZookyFogg: It always comes back EW.
Betty Jo Bialowski: John Lennon and Yoko Ono?
WorstStreet: don't mess it up!
lily: lips?
WorstStreet: damn, he messed it up
PissFest : Siddown, Raquel! I'm not kiddin'!
shoes for the dead: slips
EWeston: Two things on the election. Lowest turnout since 1942, Initiatives went progressive nation wide
Nabby: Sink slips loose ships as they say.
Mudhead: What was that line, Eat flaming death...?
EWeston: Then those voters elected folks who'll cut those initiatives off at the knees
Betty Jo Bialowski: There's only one way to win this war. WHICH war? How can you tell?
lily: a penny for your vote
Cat: Koch Bros tsunami of cash on tv ads much more productive this time
||||||||| 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: eat electric death alien scum!
Mr. Bark Bark: That penny speaks volumes.
L.: Lips? are we channeling Rocky now? I'm so confused.
||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| DramaKing - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| CptButton - dead from The Plague
||||||||| PLUMIKINS - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Nabby: I'll buy that for a dollar
ZookyFogg: I love playing Imagine on piano.
EWeston: We got's chemical death, will that do?
Cat: bought better ad firms
shoes for the dead: what?
Merlyn: ha, "Mr. Mucklehoney"
Betty Jo Bialowski: Sometimes I feel like Mister Mucklehoney
Deputy Dang: Eat fascist death, flaming media pigs!
Merlyn: WC fields ref
Cat: Imagine there's no firesign chat
Nabby: sorry wrong millieu
shoes for the dead: are they organic chemicals?
Cat: arfe you more muckle than honey, betty?
PissFest : PLEASE sit dowm, Mr. Muckle.
L.: whew...
lily: break my heart again cat
Mudhead: Thats the line, excuse me while i copy that down
Betty Jo Bialowski: Go Crows!
Merlyn: no milieu here, but we have a little mold
pinholeF200: The Crows, they're Fantastic
WorstStreet: damn
EWeston: Only the finest organic uh chemicals, you bet.
Cat: i will never break your heart, lily. your liver, however
lily: e coli maddness
Nabby: can has ebola?
ZookyFogg: The pigeons homing senses are being disturbed by global warming.
EWeston: Me squirels have debola
lily: No FST I just found you...
Mudhead: yeah, with yur cheeseburger
L.: No thank you.
PissFest : WHAT ABOUT MY CUMQUATS!?
pinholeF200: speaking of announcers, is it true Joe Buck is carrying Madison Bumgarner's love child?
Nabby: spells "a lobe" backward....coincidence?
EWeston: Are they voters PF?
lily: low hanging fruit
Betty Jo Bialowski: That Holiday Decanter of Old Crow is on special
DJTweeny: lol PF, great W.C. scene
EWeston: John coincidence I do confess
Nabby: I really like this record--I admit I kinda forgot
Cat: there's great stuff on it
Nabby: truly
Mudhead: I dont own this one, I am remiss
Betty Jo Bialowski: They call everybody Sugar.
EWeston: Iy reads your mind
Cat: we should all buy firesign stuff while they're still alive and can benefit from royalites
EWeston: It's It
shoes for the dead: yuppers cat
PissFest : lOOK,MAN. wHATTA MINK!
WorstStreet: be groovy sugar...
L.: I don't have this one either, but I haven't been a miss since before the high balls were 50.
Nabby: absolutely Cat
lily: it on my christmas wish list
Mudhead: Mine two
Cat: bergman's daughter lily also gets a taste and she can use it.
lily: ok will do cat
Mudhead: Only Im Jewish, Chanuka is approaching
DJTweeny: Should be available from Laugh.com soon for a lesser price than what Amazon is selling for
Elayne: Never too early to do that holiday shopping. Ah, that's what I was going to ask my husband to buy for me... mayhap a Box of Danger...
Nabby: Buy Funny Buy Firesign
Mudhead: But seriuosly Cat, how can they get larger portions of royalties
DJTweeny: :-)
ZookyFogg: Sitting here twirling and trancing. and munching my homemade XX Laser Sharp Better Better Cheddar Cheddar
Betty Jo Bialowski: Gary Cooper didn't want to be John Doe, really he didn't, but it was Barbara Stanwyck. It was her fault.
Cat: mud, ask merl. he can actually do something. if he's still here
||||||||| byslexic bounds in at 9:47 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
shoes for the dead: that's illegal in this state, Zook
lily: keep um rolling in the
DJTweeny: Hi byslexic
EWeston: Sittin in my ya yas, waiting for my maha
Cat: he vowel hater
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Betty Jo Bialowski: and the outfield is going crazy!
ZookyFogg: What part?
Nabby: hi bys
Nabby: in the
EWeston: The soft center
shoes for the dead: the homemead bit
Nabby: the nougat?
Betty Jo Bialowski: Too hot in Heater
pinholeF200: sounds fishy to me
lily: the axel broke
Cat: this albums seems to get the more you hear it
ZookyFogg: I'll be weary of those who care too much
Cat: i thought axel was rich?
shoes for the dead: tastes like pork
Nabby: RFD!
EWeston: High quality nut cream
PissFest : Like the best of em Cat
lily: but I like finger puppets
Nabby: the other white meat
Deputy Dang: I see... You are... A sailor...
||||||||| Catherwood escorts LAWYER’S HOSPITAL inside, makes a note of the time (9:50 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
EWeston: The other white bleat? That's the goose
lily: aye eye I
EWeston: He sick
shoes for the dead: how does he make his voice do that?
Nabby: finger puppets are delicious it's true
Cat: i'm sure your fingers are no puppets, l
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
lily: no fever no lollipop
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Cat: its deadly drugs, shoes
Betty Jo Bialowski: I'm waiting in the sitting room ...or sitting in the waiting room
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PissFest : You won't regress - regret the charge
Deputy Dang: Thank you DJTweeny! I've missed that album.
EWeston: What the corn starch its a bit feckish
Nabby: no spores no weird growths
DJTweeny: yw Dang :)
Betty Jo Bialowski: Bioterrorism is KILLING me
lily: the dam tadpole had legs
EWeston: Depend on what you mean by weird
Nabby: I'll leave it open
shoes for the dead: smoking the big o
EWeston: Coward
lily: co weird
Cat: i have never smoked opium, but it sure made a great simpsons episode.
Nabby: Could be a body mod
||||||||| 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."
PissFest : Army Girls Gone Wild!
Dexter Fong: That's Cowhard, pilgrim
Cat: lisa as sherlock holmes, burns as opium addict
Nabby: cowardly cool?
||||||||| 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: waves win
EWeston: Kwel maybe
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WorstStreet: aka 'f the nsa'
Cat: maybe i will before i die. i hear it gives good dreams
||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Lil - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Nabby: three cheers for the NSA
shoes for the dead: it does Cat
Cat: i think my mother is now getting a shot of some opiate every 4 hours.
lily: cheer one
pinholeF200: raw raw raw
||||||||| Catherwood leads Regnad Kcin into the room, accepts three dimes as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:55 PM, then departs.
DJTweeny: Hi Regnad
lily: morf fiend
Regnad Kcin: yeh
Cat: lol, lily
Elayne: I'm sorry she's in such discomfort, Cat.
||||||||| 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."
ZookyFogg: I refer people to the Oxford when I say I'm a pagan heretic infidel free thinking homemade beer drinker.
EWeston: Detergent by anyother name...
Nabby: ooo lol
Regnad Kcin: pu s'tqahw
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Cat: we dobn't know as she's not wakable. still technically alive but not for much longer
EWeston: Please don't do that with your teeth
lily: better to slip than fight
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:57 PM and I can't chat sashays out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Dexter Fong: nderstand that anyone using your name will having typed something see it come out backward
Cat: my dad was in vast pain at the time of his death. on maximum morphine. we asked if he was in pain and he nodded. then he died.
Cat: not a good way to die
Nabby: Cat how can you be in two places at once, eh?
lily: chalk on the board
Nabby: when you're falling, dive
Regnad Kcin: ?sdrawkcab daer uoy nac
EWeston: With fun sound effects
Elayne: Oh dear, Robin's just come down with the dreaded lurgy. He's taken pills and has gone to bed. I should see to him.
Elayne: Next week, all!
Nabby: Take care Elayne
shoes for the dead: by Es
pinholeF200: bye El
ZookyFogg: But I'm a good pirate.
DJTweeny doubts that this person can't chat
Cat: i felt that around my jmother on tuesday. she reminded me of th descriptin of an elf lord in lord of the rings, someone who was at the same time in our world and the eternal world
EWeston: Get im a brass instrument By E
Dexter Fong: danger: !seY
Cat: ok el. all the best to robin
lily: bye bye e ny has one too many potholes
Regnad Kcin: .melborp a ees t'nod I nehT
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Dexter Fong: Cross your eye;s and you will Dang
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Nabby: a thoughtful thought Cat
shoes for the dead: and dot your tees
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Nabby: Procton
lily: blissful sleep
EWeston: Dot my trees?
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Nabby: Didn't they discover the procton on this day in 1923? They meaning "them."
lily: that goes better with polkas
Cat: king opression?
EWeston: Do I need to chase down all the fallen leaves?
Nabby: which button would you oppress first?
EWeston: It's dark out there
Cat: sounds like scenes from the doonesberry tv show, ew
shoes for the dead: espesciallt the fallen ones, they need guidance
Cat: yeah, fuck darkness.
ZookyFogg: melborp, on melborp
Nabby: Scary too.
EWeston: There might be spiders. I might pock my eye out!
lily: thye shrivel up so fast
shoes for the dead: owls and crickets.........
Cat: i have enough difficulty navigating sunny days
lily: snow pockets
EWeston: There's a neat forest nearby that I disappear in for hours
lily: bank your fog
Dexter Fong: EW: Naked and afraid?
pinholeF200: Can you see yourself there, EW
shoes for the dead: neato EW
Nabby: do you visit the green spirits there
EWeston: Gotta watch out for the spiders, they can be fresh
Nabby: I'll buy fog for a dollar
lily: sprite drink spirit you decide
Nabby: that's how stupid I am
EWeston: Given the fog depletion deficit, yes
lily: nab I lend ya bag
shoes for the dead: now we can go to DC and smoke dope with our senator
Nabby: can I get Ent draught?
Nabby: ok tanx lily
Cat: shoes, have you read Paperback Writer, pretent bio of the beatles?
EWeston: He's in the bag
shoes for the dead: no, Cat
Nabby: Wild in the streets
lily: zip it up i"ll take it
ZookyFogg: I gottta go smoke for 10 and get some more milage out of my moustash gone to Mexico joke with other random smokers at the pole.
Cat: in it, in the section about dylan getting beatles stoned, it is said that this is the kind of dope you have to be dylan or the beatles to have access to
EWeston: A bag without a case
Cat: get it from the library then, shoes
Nabby: A cab without a base
shoes for the dead: will do
Cat: fuinniest book i've ever read, and i've read a forest of books
pinholeF200: are you bagging me?
EWeston: Circling in orbit saying, Howed I get in orbit?
||||||||| Outside, the 10:08 PM downtown bus from Fairfax pulls away, leaving Lil coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
lily: tea comes in
shoes for the dead: Lil!
||||||||| PissFest says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, PissFest exits at 10:09 PM.
||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Deputy Dang - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Elayne - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Betty Jo Bialowski - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| L. - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| byslexic - dead from the common cold
||||||||| LAWYER’S HOSPITAL - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Nabby: tea is good
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
Lil: Did someone call me?
Nabby: Hi Lil
EWeston: Dinner time!
pinholeF200: call you what?
Nabby: lingalingalingaling
lily: make mine to go
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Deputy Dang close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 10:10 PM tree-stunting plans, and scurries off to the sitting room.
||||||||| 10:10 PM: Nino 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!"
Lil: Hiya firepeeps
Nabby: green spirit tea to go
EWeston: We gluged the shoes to the bottom of the bag, your clear for orbit.
DJTweeny: Hi Nino
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lily: green hot liquid love
EWeston: Not easy gluging a shoe, gluing is so much easier
Nino: hello
Nabby: Hi Nino
EWeston: I nude you
DJTweeny: Hey Lil
shoes for the dead: do you have a footpass?
Mr. Bark Bark: Gotta go-- exhaustted!
Nino: dont play soccer
||||||||| Mayor P'nisnose strides up to the podium and speaks: "My fellow Armenians, if you have questions about exorcism, buy the new book "EXORCISM IN YOUR DAILY LIFE", now on sale. Incidentally, so is my vote."
EWeston: e goint to said that
||||||||| Catherwood escorts squeeze_the_wheeze in through the front door at 10:12 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
lily: bye bark
DJTweeny: Hi squeeze
Nabby: and miss the hot green squeezins Bark Bark?
pinholeF200: by by bark bark
Nabby: later BB
EWeston: Bark and woof youse
Cat: my wife and i shared a peep the other day, left over halloween candy from a tiny number of trick or treaters last week. it tasted oddly tasteless To Lil: may be first time i've had a peep in 55 years
Nabby: hey squeeze
Cat: wheeze the squeeze
Nabby: honk honk
lily: marshmellow clouds of joy
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squeeze_the_wheeze: sorry i am late i couldn't find my entrenching tool
EWeston: Kazoos if yah gottum
shoes for the dead: wheeze!
Nabby: good reason
Nabby: here try one of mine
DJTweeny: I post replays of these shows at the above facebook link, folks
EWeston: Love the sequins
DJTweeny: the current show will always be available for one week
Nabby: see they should drop bombs that make marshmeller clouds
lily: hair in the drain
Nabby: they meaning "them"
Lil: I am not functioning too well at the moment
Nabby: who is?
Lil: Ahhh thanks Nabby
pinholeF200: who am us anyway
shoes for the dead: what about the voltage show,Tween?
EWeston: We only got ones that make Marsh Meller cry
Cat: why not, lil?
Nabby: I don't even know my own name
DJTweeny: ** if you want to make a note, replays are available at: www.kurtericson.com/txroadkill/roadkillshow
Nabby: np Lil
squeeze_the_wheeze: Sorry we can't talk here
Cat: you have a name?
DJTweeny: voltage, shoes?
Lil: Had a tough surgery, still not recovered
lily: I drove in dc traffic today in the rain
||||||||| "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: Get into a beside yourself state, then question him
DJTweeny: hope you're mending well, Lil
Nabby: oh hang in there and be good to yourself Lil
shoes for the dead: or the resistance show
Lil: Thanks Nab
Cat: i'm having problems concentrating, walking, other useful functions. and this time it's not the intoxicants
lily: sorry t hear that lil
Nabby: traffic is not my jam
Lil: Thanks DJ
Cat: you will recover, lil.
DJTweeny: ohmmmmmmm, ohmmmmmm, raaaaaange
Lil: I may have lost a few brain cells this last time
lily: not mine either nab glad to be home by now
EWeston: Yah Lil Surgury is a no fun for a while thing sometimes
Lil: Maybe Dr. Firesigh can give me a transfusion
pinholeF200: What's the current topic?
Cat: you have lots
Nabby: good lily cozy and safe
Cat: that's literally true, lil
pinholeF200: I meant watts the current topic?
||||||||| 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: the 'lectrician!
EWeston: Tapeocia man or myth
Nabby: 'icrophone'rking?
lily: I am pretty sure we are off topic by now
Cat: the more you listen to firesign, i'm sure your brain creates greater capacity just to deal with what they demand of you
Lil: See I can't even spill Freudstein any more
Cat: topic?
Lil: That's spell
EWeston: I was worried Lily
Lil: Geeze
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
Nabby: topic and topic--what is topic?
shoes for the dead: off what tpoic?
DJTweeny: Dr. Firesign's Brain Synapse Rearrangement Therapy
pinholeF200: topic and grin
||||||||| 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: A small egyptian stone
shoes for the dead: topical means smear it on
Nabby: can I have a hit off of that orb please
||||||||| 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: pin is a banjo player!
Cat: topic of cancer, henry miller gets a sexual disease and write poorly about it
Lil: That's IT!!!! Tweeny
pinholeF200: Everybody knows Ahmet, he served my every need
EWeston: Tdon't tcha tknow
Dexter Fong: LOL cAT
Nabby: Always order your pizza with extra banjo
DJTweeny: good one, Cat :)
EWeston: Yah Cat gooden
lily: henry miller was my great gandfather
Nabby: you mean Dennis Miller or....?
DJTweeny: gandfaddah?
pinholeF200: guy went into a bar and left his banjo in the back seat, forgot to lock his car
Dexter Fong: zat true? lily
Cat: in what sense, lily?
lily: paddle fasterI hear banjo music
EWeston: Horse feathers
Cat: i hope you werent' molested
DJTweeny: lol lily
lily: true ture dex just found out
Nabby: yes in what sense?
Nabby: lol
pinholeF200: realizes car is unlocked halfway through his drink
||||||||| 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."
lily: I think its smell did I win
pinholeF200: goes running out to his car and, sadly, there are TWO banjos in the back seat
DJTweeny: lol
Dexter Fong: Very interesting man, lily...kinda below the radar lately
EWeston: Reproducttion strikes, again!
Dexter Fong: lol pin
Nabby: it's always nice to have an extra banjo to throw in the ocean
Lil: I didn't know Lily was a man
pinholeF200: or is it banjoes?
Nabby: banji
Cat: did i mention i saw The Book of LIfe with 7 year old grand daughters recently? first time' ive seen a kid flick in 25 or so years
||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| WorstStreet - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| melanie haber - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Mr. Bark Bark - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Merlyn - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Regnad Kcin - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Dexter Fong: Don't be jealous lil
shoes for the dead: perfect pitch- a banjo into a dumpster
Nabby: a gaggle of banji
lily: I have to cheek nope I am a girl still
EWeston: Ban Joes Antijoseswine
Nabby: such cheek
Lil: LOL Lily
pinholeF200: must ask Dan Quayle
lily: will the circle be unbroken
Nabby: haha pin
Cat: animation not that good, but worked wonderfully as a flick, in particulary ttalking about death realistally with kids
pinholeF200: turn the other cheek
EWeston: Will the taco be uneaten
Dexter Fong: Cat: You should really take the grand daughters to see "Frozen"...I took mine and when the song "Let it go" came on they both broke into anthemic song
lily: Cat Dexter Fong DJTweeny EWeston Lil Nabby pinholeF200 shoes for the dead gotta go driving all night in the rain but i had a grea time the djtween for the , well everyhting nab be good lol
shoes for the dead: this one is good
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
DJTweeny: be well and happy, lily
Cat: i dont know if that wil occur agaion. theire parents just happened to be busy and needed our assistsance.
||||||||| 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: lily you be groovy and take care
EWeston: Tuchie Lily
Cat: by lily
pinholeF200: until next time. lily
shoes for the dead: by Lily
lily: ;] tweem
lily: till we type again
||||||||| 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!"
Dexter Fong: Night lily
ZookyFogg: No one at the post but me. I must say nite folks and go meditate some and when I do I fall asleep so I don't do it behind the wheel. Thanks folks. Ad Astra.
Cat: keep on typing lily
Dexter Fong: Noghy ZF
EWeston: Not quite the solution we expected, ByZ
shoes for the dead: Fogg on!
Cat: by zook
Nabby: Later Zooky be good
pinholeF200: see ya zookster
ZookyFogg: Be well and endure, everyone.
Cat: we do our best, z
ZookyFogg: Oohhmmmzzzzzzz
Dexter Fong: Pproctor is amazing here or there in some cases
EWeston: I'm feeling my nose, badly
Nabby: give the beezer a squeeze
shoes for the dead: Duke
Cat: the times proc is not amazing is so small it would in itself be amaizne
Lil: Am pooping out
shoes for the dead: Earl
squeeze_the_wheeze: don't squeeeze too hard
Lil: That reminds me where has Poop been these days?
pinholeF200: better than pooping in
Nabby: I'm pooping in
EWeston: What is the proper elbow to nose edikit
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
Nabby: jinx!
Cat: probably in the toilet, lil
shoes for the dead: someone elses, EW
Lil: ACK Cat lol
pinholeF200: Sects and the Senior Citizen
EWeston: Thank you Shoes, you'll be shot tomorrow in appreciation
||||||||| Mudhead departs at 10:36 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
DJTweeny: lol EW
EWeston: Pink one or green one shoes?
shoes for the dead: slips or lips?
Cat: I read it the toilet
pinholeF200: that's the Toiler
EWeston: I can never find green lipstick, so we'll go there
Nabby: never toil, let
Cat: eat more greens
Nabby: colon blow
||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| ''Bob'' - dead from measles
||||||||| lily - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
EWeston: Rainbow crayons
shoes for the dead: loosteners
EWeston: The allweather breakfast
Nabby: i need the boost
pinholeF200: with real Glycerine Vibrafome
||||||||| 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: We have a lift
shoes for the dead: 34-37!
Nabby: Heard that Harlan Ellison is back home, btw
EWeston: DDD bras
pinholeF200: are those the ones with 3 cups?
Nabby: 3 cups?
EWeston: Of flower? Yes
pinholeF200: triple nipple
shoes for the dead: what?
||||||||| 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!"
Nabby: Ben & Jerry's triple nipple?
Cat: good to hear, nabby
Cat: a major force for imaginatin
shoes for the dead: a spaniard in he works is a Lennon book
Cat: 2 isnt enough
shoes for the dead: the
EWeston: If you don't answer the question young man we're going to have to gag you
pinholeF200: by the lovely Lennon Sisters
Nabby: yep, the real deal I think, Cat
Nabby: love the Lennon boks
Cat: utterly unreable but no one said no to a beatle in those days
Nabby: wish there were more....there probably would have been
Cat: beatle music altered our era, made possible firesign
pinholeF200: yeah, if John had stayed in England where there are less guns
Nabby: he really liked NYC apparently
Cat: bergan living in england,writing with goon show guy, wanted to start a beatles of comedy. succeeded.
EWeston: Amazin the Stones still exist no recent mortalities
||||||||| 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'
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** If you're on Facebook, you can Like the Firesign Fan Page here >> https://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Firesign-Theatre/282668140208 - and if you’re on Twitter and would like to get Firesign tweets, follow @FiresignNews
Nabby: you can't kill any of them, they won't die
shoes for the dead: they have a LOT of money to keep them alive
Cat: mortality not my favourite subject these days, ew
Nabby: undead
EWeston: And Mick will never smile
Nabby: oh shoot sorry Cat
pinholeF200: when the world ends there will just be cockroaches and Keith Richards
shoes for the dead: boyox
Cat: its ok, nabby
shoes for the dead: botox
Nabby: cool
EWeston: appolgies Cat
DJTweeny: Would love to see you folks at my Sunday afternoon show. I take requests, including Firesign :)
squeeze_the_wheeze: When on sunday?
squeeze_the_wheeze: and where
Nabby: Will do Tween
Cat: if the phone rings, it's probably from the care centre telling me my mother has just died. that's like, hard to deal with
squeeze_the_wheeze: and who am us anyway?
DJTweeny: see the banner, squeeze :)
EWeston: We're one of you, I think
shoes for the dead: good show, Naby
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
squeeze_the_wheeze: ahh reading...yes i remember how to do that...sorry
DJTweeny: I also put out notices on the Firesign facebook fan pages
pinholeF200: and you're one of us
Nabby: Phones.....
Cat: but those of us allive must exttact as much enjoyment from our time alive as those who no lnoger can
EWeston: And we took to him
Deputy Dang: Cell phone dieing now. Logging off. Thanks again, DJTweeny!
Cat: bewrgman sure did
DJTweeny: yw :)
Nabby: take care Deputy
squeeze_the_wheeze: and he took from us
||||||||| At 10:50 PM, Deputy Dang rushes out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
EWeston: Good evining Deputy
Cat: shall we say, om?
Nabby: Hey great show Tween
Cat: thanks again tween
shoes for the dead: Thanks Tween!
||||||||| Merlyn enters at 10:51 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Chapeau Manger.
Dexter Fong: Hey tween,thanks to you and Dish Butt...er uh Nuts
Merlyn: thanks tweeny
pinholeF200: Thanks for the fun and madness, Tween
EWeston: And what do you think he took, or toke. Evening you crazy bunch of minors
Nabby: Hey Merlyn thanks
Merlyn: and thanks to the dishnuts
Cat: back from the dead or just a hiccup, merl?
DJTweeny: Thanks for listening everybody, and have a great week. See you next time, same FireTime, same FireStation...
Dexter Fong: Thanks too to you Merlyn
shoes for the dead: Park it and Lock it!
Merlyn: you're velcrome
||||||||| EWeston departs at 10:52 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
Dexter Fong: NS JUA WALK AWAY
||||||||| Merlyn is forcibly ejected just as the clock strikes 10:52 PM.
Dexter Fong: bleahhgghh
Nabby: Got to clone! y'all be groovy and take good care. Specially you and yours Cat. Nitey nite!
Cat: thanks nabby
||||||||| ZookyFogg rushes off, saying "10:53 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
squeeze_the_wheeze: see you on sunday i think...i have it on my calendar...
DJTweeny: Until last time, again...
||||||||| DJTweeny says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, DJTweeny exits at 10:53 PM.
||||||||| Rufus_T_Firetween is kicked out just as the clock strikes 10:54 PM.
Cat: those of us alive should keep being so.
||||||||| Around 10:54 PM, Cat walks off into the sunset...
Dexter Fong: Night all and my thoughs will be with you for the next few days cat
||||||||| It's 10:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Nino - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| "Hey pinholeF200!" ... pinholeF200 turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 10:55 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
||||||||| 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:
||||||||| Lil - dead from jaundice
||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Nabby - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| squeeze_the_wheeze - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| It's 11:40 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
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| It's 11:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Clem73 - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Dadum into the room, accepts three dimes as a gratuity, mutters something about 12:23 AM, then departs.
||||||||| It's 12:40 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Dadum - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| 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:
Betty Jo Bialowski
''Bob''
bumpy
Cat
Clem73
CptButton
Deputy Dang
Deputy Danger
Dexter Fong
DJTweeny
DramaKing
Elayne
EWeston
Koyemsi
L.
Lil
lily
Merlyn
Mr. Bark Bark
Mudhead
Nabby
Nino
pinholeF200
PissFest
PLUMIKINS
Regnad Kcin
Rufus_T_Firetween
shoes for the dead
SomeAtomicGuy
squeeze_the_wheeze
WorstStreet
ZookyFogg
URL References:
http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php?audio#DUKEOFPFTFTJ
http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php?books
http://firesigntheatre.com/funway.html
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=domm-ln
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=nextworld-ln
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=tcotrw-rv
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u
https://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Firesign-Theatre/282668140208
http://www.amazon.com/Next-World-Youre-Your-Own/dp/B00006BNDQ
www.dishnuts.net
www.firesigntheatre.com
www.kurtericson.com/txroadkill/roadkillshow



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