A Firesign Chat
11/13/2014




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||||||||| 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 13, 2014 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 5:09 PM, dragging Rufus_T_Firetween by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this idiot?"
||||||||| Rufus_T_Firetween leaves to catch the 5:18 PM train to Texas.
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Rufus_T_Firetween in through the front door at 5:29 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
||||||||| Mark Time invites you to watch and listen to Firesign’s XM Radio Performances Watch The Firesign Theatre In Action!"
||||||||| Rufus_T_Firetween leaves to catch the 5:44 PM train to Elmertown.
||||||||| 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 Merlyn falls out at 7:31 PM.
||||||||| Merlyn is defenestrated just as the clock strikes 7:31 PM.
||||||||| "8:02 PM? 8:02 PM!!" says Catherwood, "DJTweeny should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as DJTweeny enters and sits at the bar.
||||||||| New notice: '** There will be a Firesign Theatre/US Plus Stimulcast starting at 9pmET this evening. Warm-up music begins around 8:40pmET **'
||||||||| Outside, the 8:16 PM downtown bus from Billville pulls away, leaving chat1102 coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
||||||||| "8:16 PM? 8:16 PM!!" says Catherwood, "dude should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as dude enters and sits on the divan.
DJTweeny: Hi chat1102, dude
DJTweeny: streams will go up at the bottom of the hour, music a little after 8:40 eastern
chat1102: nice
||||||||| New notice: '** There will be a Firesign Theatre/US Plus Stimulcast starting at 9pmET this evening. Warm-up music begins around 8:40pmET - visit Firesign’s web site at www.firesigntheatre.com **'
DJTweeny: May I ask how you found out about us, chat1102?
chat1102: ah on irc
DJTweeny: You're pifon?
DJTweeny is TXRoadkill/TravisKeys
chat1102: yea
DJTweeny: kewl, glad you made it :)
||||||||| 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) **'
DJTweeny: chat1102, click on the Nino link at the bottom of the page to see where people are from
DJTweeny: tonight's album: Papoon for President - http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=pfp-tl
||||||||| It's 8:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| dude - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - warm up music (various artists) - listen to the stream at 128k at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k for dial-up users at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u (streaming server graciously provided by Radio Free Dishnuts - www.dishnuts.net) **'
||||||||| Catherwood ushers shveebles into the room, accepts a wooden nickel as a gratuity, mumbles something about 8:46 PM, then departs.
shveebles: OMSM :o
DJTweeny: Hi shveebles :)
DJTweeny: ** If you want to know where your fellow chatters live, ask Nino The Mindboggler by clicking on the link at the bottom of the page.
||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'EWeston', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:48 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom...
DJTweeny: Hi EW
EWeston: evening Tweeny, jazzed to be here
EWeston: tical blues
EWeston: Fairly mild version of this
DJTweeny: Little Feat
EWeston: Yup have a hot version on vynil
DJTweeny: kewl
EWeston: Tasty guitar
DJTweeny: when Lowell was still with the band
EWeston: Took two people to replace him. I think the band is still active
||||||||| Cat enters at 8:54 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and hurries off to the Chapeau Manger.
DJTweeny: Yes, they're still touring and making albums
||||||||| 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: Hey Cat
EWeston: The Cat wanders in.
EWeston: Go Neil
Cat: I wonder how that happened
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 8:55 PM, dragging deranged by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
Cat: Neil and local enviro herd David Suzuki just made a tour of Canada promoting the environment as a constitutional right.
Cat: our right wing fed and provincial govts not happy about that
EWeston: Saw a cartoon of a cat coming immediatly after being called. The guy looked at him and said,"Are you fooling with me?"
Cat: hero. if you dont' know who david suzuki is, look him up
DJTweeny: Hi deranged
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "8:57 PM and late as usual, it's lily, just back from Durham."
deranged: howdy citizens
DJTweeny: Hi lily
Cat: hi lovely lily
EWeston: Lily and Underanged brother
lily: Cat chat1102 deranged DJTweeny EWeston lily shveebles evenin all amd thanks djtween for the laugh or two
DJTweeny: hopefully several :)
EWeston: Just sounds like all boogies to me.
lily: catherwood you know me so well
||||||||| Catherwood knows lily so.
DJTweeny: lol
||||||||| "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: his Ohio one of the great political anthems
||||||||| "8:59 PM? 8:59 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Deputy Dang should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Deputy Dang enters and sits on the couch.
DJTweeny: indeed, Cat
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:59 PM and Dexter Fong waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
DJTweeny: Hi Dang
DJTweeny: Hey Dexter
Deputy Dang: Howdy Harry
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, November 13, 2014 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
Dexter Fong: Hi tween
Deputy Dang: Heya DJTweeny
Cat: dexadriine
EWeston: I haven't played expecting to fly for a while. It always gives a thrill.
lily: wrap that up nice before you throw it out
||||||||| 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."
EWeston: Dex function enabled
Dexter Fong: And Hi DD, Cat, deranged , EW, lily and gray peoples
||||||||| Catherwood enters with shoes for the dead close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 9:00 PM tree-stunting plans, and rushes off to the sitting room.
||||||||| pinholeF200 sneaks in around 9:00 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident."
DJTweeny: Hi pinhole
Dexter Fong: Hi shoes
shoes for the dead: Howdy
Dexter Fong: hey PH
EWeston: Shoes, with a suspicious pinhole shadowing him
pinholeF200: Hey Tween, Hey all
shoes for the dead: hey pin
Deputy Dang: Morris Sugar? That's awesome!
shoes for the dead: you were right about the comet, EW
EWeston: You do bounce when you land on a comet
shoes for the dead: it's because of the lumps
lily: angle and trajestory opps
Cat: when i was in vegas last dec, it was 10 below. that;s not why i go to vegas
deranged: mr nsa will enjoy this one, voters
||||||||| 9:03 PM: Arms Akimbo jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past year and a half!"
EWeston: Primevil stuff, as we all know
pinholeF200: before I transferred to Morse Science High, I went to McCluer, Home of the Comets
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Alexikopf inside, makes a note of the time (9:04 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
shoes for the dead: AA!
lily: the nothinness of its nooks and crannies
||||||||| 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."
EWeston: Out in the Ort nieghborhood
Arms Akimbo: Hi yas!
EWeston: Disarmed I'm sure
shoes for the dead: cosmic debris
deranged: when will we get an 80s collection?
DJTweeny: Hi Alexikopf
EWeston: Some long term blues
Alexikopf: Reebus tried to anchor himself to the comet but he was distracted by girls....and breakfast!
DJTweeny: Hi Arms Akimbo
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “PAPOON FOR PRESIDENT” - 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://laugh.com/product/firesign-theatre-papoon-for-president-cd-audio-only/ **'
shoes for the dead: a bunchn of old men, deranged?
Arms Akimbo: Greets Tweeny!
EWeston: One hit Doc Technical on the head, without damage
deranged: 1980s, to clarify - lawyers, papoon, etc
||||||||| "9:07 PM? 9:07 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Mudhead should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Mudhead enters and sits on the divan.
deranged: like DOMM, ya know
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and announces "Presenting 'Rufus_T_Firetween', just granted probation at 9:07 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Dexter Fong: I've got a collection of 78s
Arms Akimbo: Splashes, Mud!
DJTweeny: Hey Mudhead
Cat: i havent heard from doc tech in a while
shoes for the dead: hey mud
EWeston: I might say Mudhead, but I'be wrong
Alexikopf: Pappoon-- he doesn't just run. He thrusts!
Rufus_T_Firetween: deranged, do you have the Shoes For Industry compilation?
Dexter Fong: Hey Mudhead
Mudhead: Hello All
Rufus_T_Firetween: Shoes For Industry - http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=sfi
EWeston: Hey Bob
Cat: stop tracking mudhead all over my nice clean kitchen floors
lily: bob and weave
Dexter Fong: I've been trying to track poop
EWeston: OK I'll turn the lazer off
deranged: y, i do - some rarities on there
Cat: bob's big boy, in search of big girl
||||||||| It's 9:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| chat1102 - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
pinholeF200: that's the kind of big girls I was tellin' you about
EWeston: Whose big all over
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:10 PM and Lil bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Mudhead: Who's the gal with the big keister?
shoes for the dead: Lil!
||||||||| Catherwood escorts PlasticExploding inside, makes a note of the time (9:10 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
lily: when she around the house
EWeston: Lily's giant phaze, she's funny that way
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 9:11 PM, dragging llanwydd by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Yahoo ™?"
Lil: Ahem, who is maligning my keister?
Cat: large woman, eh, liliy?
pinholeF200: crows, they're fantastic
llanwydd: evening folks
Cat: the llan person
Lil: Hi all
Mudhead: Im a big guy, I like a woman with a big...
lily: I am a big girl
Dexter Fong: Hey llan
EWeston: Hi person tight with their volues, or what ever they call em
Arms Akimbo: It's the golden hind, then?
pinholeF200: If your keister is maligned, a chiropractor can fix it
||||||||| ''Bob'' waltzes in at 9:12 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Mudhead: Attack of the voles!
EWeston: Lil. Two L's accounted fer
Lil: I get your message Mud LOL
Dexter Fong: Hi "Bob'
lily: keeps the heat in
Cat: big is relative, lilyl
shoes for the dead: and even Bob
EWeston: I knew he was going to be here
Arms Akimbo: LoBob!
Lil: True true Cat
Alexikopf: Where's....Peggy?
EWeston: Their just big boned
deranged: so who posted that phil fountain vid to fb the other day, and is there more?
shoes for the dead: and some relatives are big
llanwydd: what are we listening to?
Lil: Good question
EWeston: Ask the NSA guy
''Bob'': Can't talk. My mouth is full.
EWeston: an't ock ere?
Arms Akimbo: That phil fountain vid was fabulous! What were they doing in Redding, CA?
DJTweeny: Hi Bob
DJTweeny: Hi shoes
Mudhead: Theres a MS Papoon?
DJTweeny: Hey LL, Lil
Lil: I'm hungry
Cat: the comet missed pappon, but got harpoooned by the europers
Lil: Hi Tweeny
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “PAPOON FOR PRESIDENT” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=pfp-ln
shoes for the dead: Let's Eat!!
''Bob'': Here, have some of my steak.
Mudhead: Ive got some crunchy vol hear Lil
Cat: let's eat. ;o;
EWeston: I'm listing to STBD
||||||||| 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!"
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'Ralph', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:16 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
Lil: More sugar!
Lil: Or some Chinese food would do
deranged: maybe it was part of the weirdly cool dvd?
EWeston: Ralph were directed
lily: it happend on sum her
DJTweeny: Hi Ralph
Mudhead: yumm
Dexter Fong: 'Ralph"
''Bob'': That's on the other side of the record, Lil.
Arms Akimbo: That's not my cup of meat!
pinholeF200: park and lock it
lily: jump in the line
shoes for the dead: not responsible
Cat: hi arms
EWeston: What proof is that meat?
llanwydd: six inches off the ground
||||||||| 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."
Ralph: I'm down!
EWeston: Proof enough! Cum fillyah
Arms Akimbo: Hope Footfighter 22 doesn't catch you!
Dexter Fong: Rapon Ralph
Cat: thanks to gravity, ralph
lily: you can't show me that here
shoes for the dead: running mate
EWeston: OK I'll show it to you over there
Arms Akimbo: Lily's right we can't show that in here....
Dexter Fong: Shoes: Difficulty 2.4
Ralph: I get plenty of exorcise
deranged: increased demonic activity?
EWeston: How do you do that with your neck?
lily: both my parents are dead but I don't feel like an orphan. Time heals
Dexter Fong: about average here deranged
Cat: shades for the bliind. shades for the dead
Arms Akimbo: I watch Alister Crowley's Hexercize
Alexikopf: Hmm firetruck just drove by in a snowstorm. Clearly, someone set our snow on fire.
EWeston: Dex! your giving it all away!
Dexter Fong: lily: Were they both killed to make orphans tears
Cat: god for that, lily. otherwise, we'd only have toes
pinholeF200: You sure that's not albino brain chiggers?
||||||||| 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!"
Arms Akimbo: Probably the methane ice caught alight
EWeston: The Mexican Mudd wrestlers strike, again!
lily: sewer fartz
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Firesign’s PAPOON FOR PRESIDENT web page at >> http://www.firesigntheatre.com/papoon/
shoes for the dead: marsh gas
EWeston: Buy new drycleaning bags
Cat: the way the lads used different speakers is phenomeal
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
llanwydd: I'm getting distracted. be back in a while.
Cat: i listened to bozos today. much goodness
Arms Akimbo: Right, Shoes!
||||||||| At 9:23 PM, llanwydd runs out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
shoes for the dead: find that track, LL
Ralph: hey, is this thing on?
Cat: when you're dealling with a lot of bummers, listening to favourite firesign stuff is very helpful
EWeston: Wach out for that entrenching tool!
shoes for the dead: tract
Deputy Dang: bugs!
Ralph: there's an echo in here........
EWeston: Morters and weevils and bugs, oh my.
shoes for the dead: echo in here
||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| shveebles - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
deranged: test
lily: echo
EWeston: Not a real one
deranged: test for echo
shoes for the dead: one
Arms Akimbo: There's two of everybody except me...
Ralph: is there a skip on the record
pinholeF200: and one is nothing
EWeston: What kinds question do you ask an echo?
lily: his nose bounced off his face
Lil: Who's Skip?
EWeston: And scored
Dexter Fong: ask an echo sk an ech
Dexter Fong: en ec
Alexikopf: Stringcheese was all we ate
||||||||| "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!"
Arms Akimbo: Lol, Lil!
EWeston: Damn harpoonguns talking back to me
Lil -D
lily: it stayed on the sole of his shoe
Cat: ah, armenian
Lil: Stop talking about food!
Dexter Fong: Size D-/
Cat: very fishy shoe you have there, lily, must be working for scale
shoes for the dead: with the soul of a shoe
EWeston: Being consieted, and not having a well rounded personality
Arms Akimbo: Filet of soul...
Lil: This is where he gets off
Cat: is there such a thing as a soul?
EWeston: Loin of fat
pinholeF200: my soul is well healed
lily: tilt a wheel
Dexter Fong: If we're reduced to solely soul. what have we then?
EWeston: Take off your shoes!
Arms Akimbo: Sir Loin of Beef...
shoes for the dead: mine is a resoul
Cat: tween, i'll send you my firesign poetry show by next week
||||||||| At 9:30 PM, Cat dashes out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'Cat', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:30 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom...
Alexikopf: Really does work a lot better than it did on Not Insanr
DJTweeny: OK Cat
Dexter Fong: wb Cat
Cat: i keep going on and off, like a crazy monkye
Dexter Fong: a batty baboob?
||||||||| Mark Time invites you to watch and listen to Firesign’s XM Radio Performances Watch The Firesign Theatre In Action!
pinholeF200: in Paris it's not inSeine
Dexter Fong: baboon
lily: and watch out for the dollar coin clever susan b clever
Arms Akimbo: Dry, then, Pin?
Cat: beaver, what are you doing in tht middle of that woman?
pinholeF200: and my humor too
shoes for the dead: just a sec, Arms
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Charles Bitertire inside, makes a note of the time (9:32 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
EWeston: The inSeine herrings are impaired
Cat: is this an album, tween?
lily: everybody rumba
Arms Akimbo: Perhaps they can be re-paired?
Rufus_T_Firetween: Sure is, Cat - ** Read about “PAPOON FOR PRESIDENT” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=pfp-ln
Dexter Fong: Cat, you have to ask Rufus for that kind of info
EWeston: We have a momba rebel here.
Lil: Why, is this Dancing with the Stars?
Alexikopf: Wow,mTHAT was prescient
Charles Bitertire: The camPOON? Now that's a proper political term.
pinholeF200: Everybody gets a new partner at Beltane
DJTweeny: Hi Charles
EWeston: And get married like everybody else
shoes for the dead: but they are European
Rufus_T_Firetween: and here's Papoon's Firesign page...
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Firesign’s PAPOON FOR PRESIDENT web page at >> http://www.firesigntheatre.com/papoon/
Dexter Fong: EW: Like who ever else?
Charles Bitertire: Greetings, folks - first time user of forum, long time user of LP records
EWeston: What I don't know can't hurt me Dex
shoes for the dead: hey charles
Cat: i wrote a musical about the discovrey of zinjanthropus in 1959. on eline from one of my songs, zinjanthropus, east afirca man. his head was squarish. it looked like a can
deranged: welcome
Dexter Fong: EW: OK, then i won't tell you about the bomb in your pants
pinholeF200: Hey Charles
EWeston: Hi Charles, how's the overbite?
shoes for the dead: sit down on your own stool
Charles Bitertire: I'm having that worked on...
Arms Akimbo: Thanks, Dex, i don't like to brag...
Alexikopf: Vinyl records! Foreward into the past!
lily: do you smell towels burning
EWeston: The true spirit of descressance as always Dex
DJTweeny: any of you folks who don't have this album there's a link to buy at the top of the page
shoes for the dead: Vinyl is Final
Cat: dex was an older adult in 59. i was just a talented 8 year old
Dexter Fong: Arms, don't recall what I said to you...if anything=)
Deputy Dang: I have this album on CD; I'm not sure if I have it on vinyl.
Charles Bitertire: A platform that's 5-6" off the ground... now that's a crowd pleaser.
Cat: i dont have this
Dexter Fong: What's the title DD
pinholeF200: He's got platform souls
Cat: i have more firesign on cassette than necessary
DJTweeny: I don't know that this was ever on vinyl
DJTweeny: it's a 2002 release
Cat: anyohe want the complete dear friends set? you pay postage
Deputy Dang: Um... I don't know. Ironically, my CDs are in boxes, taped shut, and piled in a room. The vinyl is in the same room, but they're not sealed.
Cat: fuck the what?
Dexter Fong: tween: Was it on Pleather?
DJTweeny: I do however remember seeing Papoon For President bumper stickers in D.C. back in the 70's
||||||||| "9:40 PM? 9:40 PM!!" says Catherwood, "SFFrog should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as SFFrog enters and sits on the divan.
Charles Bitertire: Agent Orange sauce... I'm all outa that!
DJTweeny: Hi Frog
EWeston: On a cylinder, with a bullet.
shoes for the dead: frogman
Cat: lets all get soused has been my philosphofy for 43 years
Dexter Fong: Ribbitt Frog
Deputy Dang: I had high balls once, but they dropped eventually.
pinholeF200: have to have high balls if you wear your pants down around your knees
Arms Akimbo: Sorry to hear that DD.
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
Deputy Dang: We need a football president!
Charles Bitertire: Papoon for POPE.
lily: swine?
SFFrog: Hi, Dj, Dexter, shoes! I once was a handsome frog. Now I'm an ugly prince.
shoes for the dead: they are already brain damaged,DD
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “PAPOON FOR PRESIDENT” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=pfp-ln
Alexikopf: Popepoon!
Dexter Fong: ;o;y:scheese
EWeston: I think McCain is closest to the shape of a football
Dexter Fong: lily
Cat: the firesign is the antidote to brain damage
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "9:43 PM and late as usual, it's Elayne, just back from New York."
lily: fong
Elayne: Evenin' all!
shoes for the dead: E!
Arms Akimbo: True that, Cat!
lily: hi e
EWeston: Elayne, herself Yaa.
Charles Bitertire: Hello!
Rufus_T_Firetween: Charles Bitertire: Papoon for POPE. << Popepoon?
DJTweeny: Hey E
Arms Akimbo: Hiya, E!
pinholeF200: Ms Elayne, good evnin
Cat: in real life, firesign guys say fuck all the time, partic beergman
Charles Bitertire: Exactly, Rufus.
Dexter Fong: Hi elayne
Rufus_T_Firetween: Charles Bite** Firesign’s PAPOON FOR PRESIDENT web page at >> http://www.firesigntheatre.com/papoon/
Cat: el
Elayne: Dex! Did you like that hardcover graphic novel? The next one in the series came out yesterday.
lily: funny thing that
Cat: i gotta go to library check out some more gfraphic novels, el
Alexikopf: Wot novel?0
Dexter Fong: E: I think so...though I'm unsure ...I kinda thought it was soft cover
EWeston: That's gotta burn
||||||||| 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."
Elayne: Was it, Dex? Okay, I'll wait until the new one comes out in softcover then.
Dexter Fong: No Elayne, I remeber now...it was hard cover
Arms Akimbo: Hard today is soft tomorrow...
SFFrog: Novel ideas, I see.
Cat: i'm hoping to meet some cartoonists in vegas. i have visions but need skilled cartoonery
||||||||| 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: So confused!! Not to be torturing me!
shoes for the dead: What?
Deputy Dang: "I see... you are... a sailor..."
DJTweeny: Thought you were through with Vegas, Cat
Cat: life is torture, el, sez bhudda. but he knew not of cannabit
EWeston: Which motor are we about to be riding in!!
Dexter Fong: arms : Hard is for only 4 hours or less...otherwide, call doctor
Cat: dang, my favourtie line
Alexikopf: Shoulda gone to Chicago. windycon is this weekend
pinholeF200: doctor is for your wife, not you
Elayne: Cat, Buddha was a drag and needed to get laid more.
Cat: no, i'm going back in feb. new places to explore, old ones to re-validate.
DJTweeny: lol E
Alexikopf: Willard? Are his little eyes glowing?
lily: is this frostbite?
Elayne: How are you doing, Cat?
pinholeF200: half dog food, half downers
Cat: when one can enounter and interact with the greatest cuiinary creators of our time, one should do so
EWeston: Frostgnaw maybe.
SFFrog: Cat, going to San Francisco?
pinholeF200: how very incisive
shoes for the dead: frostnibble
Dexter Fong: EW: Zietgneist maybe
Cat: el, there's a lot to do, and most people i contact in beauacry land are very nice and feel the pain of her deqrth but some are quite hostile
shoes for the dead: frostnipple
Deputy Dang: the duck
EWeston: Frost gumming fer jebus
Cat: itr looksl like all the mjoney they sent us this month willlhave to be returned.
Dexter Fong: that's frostgnipple
Alexikopf: Sigh. Now I miss Steve Gerber
EWeston: Hard core intangibles are my life
Arms Akimbo: Oh, my duck...
||||||||| 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!"
Dexter Fong: that;s Steve Gnerber
shoes for the dead: sounds like schnapps
pinholeF200: what about newt oil on your johnson
SFFrog: Thanx 4 the gnus, Dex
||||||||| 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: Frost your newt!
Elayne: I miss Steve Gerber too, but not his cigarettes. The guy could stink up a cab. :)
lily: newt oil only comes in vats
Cat: this is so austin
Charles Bitertire: Wonder if newts need a change every 3000 miles.
Cat: hey el, you told me about uncle floyd?
Dexter Fong: Pin: Makes you feel like a thich snake slithering througth the burbling undergrowth
SFFrog: vast vats?
Alexikopf: Yeah I know. Damn, he never stopped
Cat: maron interviewed a relative of his recently. i still dont know who he is but apparent a big thing on your coatst
shoes for the dead: every 4 years,Charles
EWeston: Halfast vats, don't be absurd. OK go ahead.
Charles Bitertire: Vat 69!
Arms Akimbo: I'm a tiger when i want love, i'm a snake wheen we disagree...
Cat: god damn, osswman has a wonderful voice
Charles Bitertire: Ah, yes, shoes...
Lil: Last I heard Uncle Floyd was running for political office
pinholeF200: that's the pope's telephone number, vat 69
Charles Bitertire: ha
Dexter Fong: Arms: Better leave that off your profile
SFFrog: Soon we'll have a completely halfvast, Congress
Arms Akimbo: Not just his sceen name, Pin?
Cat: hey tween, i'd like to suggest you play my radio play Red Shitft. Ossman and Protor as father and son are wondrous in int.
SFFrog: i8gnore that comma!
EWeston: Is it halfast full, or halfvast empty?
Cat: Elayne and Robin too. Dedx and merl, and, and
DJTweeny: Will put it on the menu, Cat
||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!"
SFFrog: Just halfvast
Arms Akimbo: Probably right, Dex
Charles Bitertire: NRA... Newts for Restricted Ambiguousness.
Dexter Fong bows floridly, but somehow rather humbly
lily: who said anything about commas
Cat: you know, the closer i get to the land of the dead, the less time i have to prmote my effrorst
pinholeF200: wonder what Cheney would do at a rat shoot
shoes for the dead: comets
EWeston: With a heady endorsement from 18% of availible voters
Alexikopf: Disgruntled alternate olympics. I love that.
Arms Akimbo: Shoot his companion?
SFFrog: Cheney'd shoot his shooting partner, of curse.
Alexikopf: Cheney would shoot a fundraiser
Charles Bitertire: He would probably miss. I've actually tried to shoot rats and mice. They're reeealy fast.
Elayne: Sorry, away for a bit watching this: http://www.tanyaharrisonofmars.com/philae.gif
DJTweeny: pinholeF200: wonder what Cheney would do at a rat shoot << shoot his lawyer
Dexter Fong: Pin: He'd shoot the rat , his caddy, and the greenskeeper and cakk his kawyer immediately
Cat: i had a dream of bergman recently but must refresh beverage
EWeston: My cat is 100% against rodents
pinholeF200: ya don't shoot em, ya stomp em-in yer rat stompin' boots
lily: that took courage
EWeston: My brother preferred a baseball bat
Dexter Fong: pPIN; duluth brand rat stompin' boots
Deputy Dang: Shoot em, stomp em up, shoot em again!
Arms Akimbo: How 'bout them voles?
EWeston: They usually don't shoot back
Charles Bitertire: (aside: one of my favorite songs is The Floppy Boot Stomp by Captain Beefheart.)
shoes for the dead: but they charge when wounded
EWeston: All voles should be frisked. Don't ask me how I know this.
pinholeF200: if they can find an outlet
Arms Akimbo: Love Capt BeefFart
lily: cancel your credit card if they charge
Alexikopf: Van Vliedt had fleet feet
shoes for the dead: volefrisking?
EWeston: Or an inlet willing to chage
Dexter Fong: If they shoot back, nuke 'em back to the Jazz age
Deputy Dang: #volefrisking
Charles Bitertire: I originally thought it was Bee Fart.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Arms Akimbo: Are you really risking volefrisking?
||||||||| 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: It's hard to make them stand still for it.
Arms Akimbo: Na bees don't fart. Well, not much anyway...
Dexter Fong: I hate frisky volesworse'n crickets
EWeston: Bovine propaganda against da bees
Charles Bitertire: Papoon needs the vole vote.
shoes for the dead: and owls..........
Cat: No, I don['t have this
EWeston: An crickets
Cat: so thats why the honey smells funny, arms
shoes for the dead: and chiggers
Dexter Fong: Crickowls...don't even ask
EWeston: Fowl statements all
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
Arms Akimbo: Lol, Cat!
Deputy Dang: NOT INSANE!
shoes for the dead: Not Insane!
Charles Bitertire: NOT INSANE!
Alexikopf: Stay tuned and stay pooned
EWeston: MORE THAN NEVER!!!
lily: owl eyed jumping crickets
Dexter Fong: That's two for Not Insane
Charles Bitertire: A great defeat!
Dexter Fong: Oops Three...speak up shoes
Arms Akimbo: Great D feet
||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!"
EWeston: They can get corrective lens for that under the ACA
Cat: defeatsm, get movin
Alexikopf: Ohio!
pinholeF200: mine are 14 4E
EWeston: Parafeatism get real!
lily: round on the ends and high in the middle
Charles Bitertire: Four more beers! Four more beers!
Dexter Fong: 14?Oooh that's really slim, slim
shoes for the dead: that's a lot of defeat, in
Deputy Dang: ACA is the
Arms Akimbo: I would like to sincerely thank everyone for adding real sparkle to my Thursday!
Deputy Dang: ACA is the Americans Disabilities Act
shoes for the dead: Pin
pinholeF200: love to brag about my fabulous feets
EWeston: Foot powder will not help
Dexter Fong: Association of cultured aliens
Cat: we do our best, arms. but firesingn does it best of all
lily: all clear ahead
Alexikopf: I'm sorry but it's Faux Sparkle from Sohoes Kimbo Bros.
Charles Bitertire: Amalgamated Covert Albanians...
shoes for the dead: they're in everybody's shoes
EWeston: We's quietly proud
Dexter Fong throws sticky sparles over arms
||||||||| 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!"
Dexter Fong: Not my arms understand
Charles Bitertire: I wonder if they're in everybody's VOLES...
Arms Akimbo: Seeyou all next time
lily: go dex
EWeston: Thank you Charles, I had worries there
pinholeF200: you have the right to bare arms
Elayne: Bye Arms! Get Side Arms@
shoes for the dead: Ahh! and thus the volefrisking
EWeston: Bye bye arms
Alexikopf: Ciao Arms
||||||||| "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!"
Deputy Dang: I stopped wearing shoes 7 months ago
SFFrog: Defend your right to arm bears!
Cat: you live in hawaii?
Deputy Dang: I had to give up living in a cold climate
Dexter Fong: Frisk a volle! Get a sidearm
Cat: if i went outside without shoes in vancouvre, i would lose my toe
DJTweeny: Deputy Dang: I stopped wearing shoes 7 months ago << and picked up a flute?
Alexikopf: Well, it's cold and dark here in Shaker aheights, so I should get going, too
pinholeF200: I have one arm on each side
EWeston: Date a vole, get a patrimoney suit.
Charles Bitertire: I'd like a sidearm, but in the middle of my chest.
Deputy Dang: I picked up a flute when I stopped wearing pants
||||||||| 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: both of my arms are on the side
EWeston: Stay toasty, or toast like Alex
Alexikopf: Nightoll
lily: Alexikopf Arms Akimbo Cat Charles Bitertire Deputy Dang Dexter Fong Elayne EWeston pinholeF200 shoes for the dead night all and thanks DJtween for a laugh or twenty
Cat: whre i live is REALLY PRETY, cold, but wonders are daily done to your eyes
Deputy Dang: I don't live in a tree
DJTweeny: Thanks for stopping by, Alexi
||||||||| Alexikopf rushes off, saying "10:09 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
shoes for the dead: not in public,DD
Charles Bitertire: Night!
DJTweeny: Nite lily
Elayne: Bye Lily!
EWeston: Evenin Lily
||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| PlasticExploding - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Dexter Fong: Bye lili amd alex
Deputy Dang: ni ni
||||||||| Around 10:10 PM, Charles Bitertire walks off into the sunset...
Cat: daily delight to your eyes,.
pinholeF200: night Chas, lily,
shoes for the dead: by Lily
Cat: b y lily
Elayne: They're starting to drop like pubescent flies.
EWeston: But so light!
Dexter Fong: Don't go to the light E
DJTweeny: Bergman interviewing Daniel Ellsberg coming up folks
Cat: robin working these days, el?
Dexter Fong: afkfr
DJTweeny: don't want to miss it
||||||||| 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!"
shoes for the dead: fly droppings?
||||||||| Nabby sashays in at 10:11 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
DJTweeny: Hi Nabby
||||||||| Captain Equinox flies in through the transom, landing on the bearskin rug. "Attention, solstice squad! After working a 12-hour day, I like to kick back and swill some juice out of a genuine Firesign coffee mug or Bear Whiz Beer stein!"
shoes for the dead: Nabby!
Cat: nabsrter
Elayne: Not really, Cat.
Nabby: Hey Tweeny
Nabby: Hi shoes
Cat: bummer
Nabby: Jello all
EWeston: Flies are notoriously hard to drop
shoes for the dead: frozen jello?
Elayne: Indeed, Cat.
Cat: wish i could buy his services for my comic ideas but i am much poorer and previous week
Cat: than
EWeston: Its a crasy mixed up idea, but it might just work.
Nabby: jello ice
Cat: life is oddly wavel-like in thart respect
EWeston: I thought that was just my eyes
Cat: bergman sure loved his breasts
Nabby: Jello snowcone
Dexter Fong: wb me!!!
Cat: his daughter told me he was nvere without the erotic company of women
shoes for the dead: polix?
Nabby: three cheers for politics
EWeston: Jello to Nabby,"Hello; full stop."
Nabby: Hi EW
Elayne: What a thing for a daughter to have to have noticed.
Nabby: script-o-mania
SFFrog: I've always enjoyed the erotic company of women...
||||||||| Mayor P'nisnose strides up to the podium and speaks: "My fellow Armenians, if you have questions about exorcism, buy the new book "EXORCISM IN YOUR DAILY LIFE", now on sale. Incidentally, so is my vote."
Cat: died while 4 women were washing him. the ultimstr berftman paradies
EWeston: THC enabled Eye
Nabby: Bergerman!
Nabby: ow my eyes
Cat: no el, it weas his whole life. he never stoppede trying to pick up women. i noticed it when i was around him in his last years he nevfer stopped hustlinbgl my dad too.
EWeston: Don't put it out. keep it burning
Elayne: Very sad, Cat.
Cat: my dad died histling his nurse. bergman had 4
Dexter Fong: Cat: Bergman hit on you Dad?
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** New Firesign book “MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH” now available at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php?books
Cat: lol, dex
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Peter Bergman’s “TRUE CONFESSIONS OF THE REAL WORLD” Here >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=tcotrw-rv
Nabby: I'm so confused
deranged: we're getting into a weird area here
EWeston: I knew a polysexual, outrageously funny dude
shoes for the dead: what?
Cat: period needed there, dex
Elayne: I sincerely hope that kind of attitude is dying off.
Nabby: what?
Deputy Dang: Don't follow the suits!
Nabby: anthraxine
Dexter Fong: feed the parkin' meter
SFFrog: suit yourself, DD
Cat: i n my contact with my duaghter's friends and our new grandkids, i do see the end of that kind of sexist bullshit
Nabby: it's pronounced Bergerman
shoes for the dead: is that what ya call it, Dex?
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - RADIO FREE OZ BROADCAST “OH, AFGHANISTAN - DANIEL ELLSBERG INTERVIEW”- 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 DOWNLOAD PODCASTS AT >> FIRESIGN THEATRE and OZ PODCASTS are available for the price of your firstborn chinchilla from the iTunes Store, and online: FST podcasts at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/podcasting/indexx.html - and RADIO FREE OZ podcasts at >> http://www.radiofreeoz.com/ **'
Deputy Dang: Oh, Afghanistan.
Dexter Fong: Call what waht?shiezs'
Deputy Dang: If they can take away your name...
Dexter Fong: what shoes
Cat: i had not thougtht about that until lily bergman told me that
shoes for the dead: feeding the meter
EWeston: Don't wanta be a bum, you'd better chew gum
Cat: i thougtht therie sexism was an intended parody, like paul krasner
Dexter Fong: Shoes: Don't follow readers!
Deputy Dang: Where is "True Confessions of the Real World" available? I'm getting some yahoo telling me it's under construction.
pinholeF200: pump don't work cause the vandals took the handle
Cat: and watch the market leades
shoes for the dead: the pump don't work
DJTweeny: Deputy Dang: Where is "True Confessions of the Real World" available? I'm getting some yahoo telling me it's under construction. << sorry, we've had a problem with the links at Laugh.com. Just a moment, and I'll get you a good one
Dexter Fong: ttok his aname and applied it to a candle\
Cat: cuz Handel wrote The Vandals
EWeston: I get to handle it next
Cat: i hpoe paul is still alive
Dexter Fong: handle this madel bread first
EWeston: That bread was never meant to fly!
Nabby: I'm not in it for the bread
Rufus_T_Firetween: Peter Bergman’s “TRUE CONFESSIONS OF THE REAL WORLD” Here >>http://laugh.com/product/peter-bergmans-true-confessions-of-the-real-world/
||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| lily - dead from measles
||||||||| Arms Akimbo - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Dexter Fong: but somehow, the bread rose
Rufus_T_Firetween: Good Link There ^^
EWeston: Mandelbriot bread, its hard to touch it
shoes for the dead: and the wind blue
Dexter Fong: Hi Rufus...same old same old huh?
Rufus_T_Firetween: Hey Dexter
SFFrog: Rise up, bread! Throw off your chains!
Dexter Fong: Ooooh Look at EW and his *fine* EUROPEAN PRONUNCEATIONS
EWeston: Yeast of all shall lead you
Rufus_T_Firetween: Laugh.com revamped their web site and broke a bunch of the Firesign Media site link. They're working on it...
Rufus_T_Firetween: *links
Nabby: is yeast life?
EWeston: Spell checker's dead, I'm flying solo.
DJTweeny: This is a great interview
Dexter Fong: ew: lol THOUGH u OREFER: "aND THE KEAST SHAKK BE FIRSGT"
Dexter Fong: aND IF YOU CAN UNDERSTAND THAT....ogOD BLESS YOU
EWeston: Please don't do that with your teeth
||||||||| 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!"
SFFrog: Gotta go. Bye to all! C u next Thurs.
Dexter Fong: Blah
Cat: this is from bergman's podcas, right?
Deputy Dang: I just ordered True Confessions of the Real World from Amazon.
Nabby: Qwerty
Cat: by frog
EWeston: Hop on dewd
Nabby: take care SFF
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
shoes for the dead: it would be nice to know that something had to die for sourdough pancakes, Nabby
DJTweeny: Cool, Deputy !
||||||||| 10:28 PM -- SFFrog left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
Dexter Fong: I told you not to call me that in public, Darling Nabby
DJTweeny: The FST thanks you :)
Cat: something has to die for life to be born
||||||||| 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: It is the way of things
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Dexter Fong: Cat: Then how do you account for population growth?
EWeston: Somehow life created boardom
EWeston: Concurrent incarnation
Dexter Fong: Boardman!!!By day a common carpenter.atnight a skilled artisan
Nabby: (lol shoes and Dex)
Nabby: copulation population
Cat: not enough condoms, dex
EWeston: I figure somewhere I'm an acre of wheat
Nabby: lots of condoms going up here
shoes for the dead: condominimun
Dexter Fong: Welcome to intercourse Pa> Nabby
Nabby: one size fits all
Deputy Dang: Glutenous Maximus!
Dexter Fong: Kim Kardashiean?
pinholeF200: There's also Knob Lick Missouri but that won't increase population
Deputy Dang: KK fits all
EWeston: Gluten intolerant wheat
Nabby: aluminium
Dexter Fong: Pin: Really???
pinholeF200: magnausium
Nabby: condominium is a heavy metal
Deputy Dang: There's a Bone Lick Park in Kentucky
EWeston: No I just put some out.
Nabby: not to miss Bird In Hand
pinholeF200: it's a real town, down the road from Climax Springs (also for real)
Nabby: PA
EWeston: Humptulips, Dosewallops
Deputy Dang: Sorry, my bad. It's BIG BONE LICK state park.
Deputy Dang: http://parks.ky.gov/parks/historicsites/big-bone-lick/
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
Cat: phil austin?
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
Nabby: of course it is
Nabby: Philadelphia Abe
Nabby: like Indiana Jones
shoes for the dead: Opium for the messes
pinholeF200: what about Joe from Chicago
Cat: dreamer
||||||||| 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: what ABOUT Joe from Chicago
EWeston: He was in the fertilizer business.
pinholeF200: WHAT about Joe from Chicago
Deputy Dang: Orville Redenbacher was in the fertilizer business.
Dexter Fong: what about JOE from chicago
EWeston: Got an Angst virus
Nabby: Our Team IS Great
deranged: he says he can shout, don't hear you
||||||||| At 10:37 PM, Mudhead scurries out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
Nabby: what?
Cat: if not, theyre no longer your team
EWeston: Only 25 years till I can retire from this elevator
shoes for the dead: Orville is Joe from Chicago
pinholeF200: you'll have your ups and downs in 25 years
Nabby: Nice Tweeny
EWeston: Then the rat shpuld have lived and the captain should've die...AHAAH!
Deputy Dang: Awesome show, as always!
Cat: we akwats enjoy the show, tween
Nabby: Thank you Merlyn and Tweeny!
shoes for the dead: Thanks Tween!!
''Bob'': Thanks Tweeny
pinholeF200: tnx for the laffs Tweeny and god night all
EWeston: Sok, I'm byevelated
||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Elayne - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Ralph: I thought he sounded familiar
shoes for the dead: Park it and Lock it!
Deputy Dang: I need to dish my nuts.
Ralph: good night!
||||||||| 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'
Nabby: Everyone be careful, be groovy & take care!
Lil: Thanks for another fine broadcast Tweeny darlin'
Cat: great quicksilve album, hapyu trals
EWeston: Man where's the time go. Thank everboodie
Nabby: Lark and pocket!
Cat: who do yoy love
DJTweeny: Thanks for listening everybody, and have a great week. See you next time, same FireTime, same FireStation...
Cat: think i'll go iisten to that
||||||||| "10:40 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Cat, who then rushes out through the french doors and down through the bushes.
||||||||| EWeston says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, EWeston exits at 10:40 PM.
Lil: so long all
Deputy Dang: Of they can take away your name, they can take us too!
||||||||| 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."
deranged: thanks man
||||||||| Catherwood says "10:41 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs pinholeF200 by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
DJTweeny: Until last time, again...
||||||||| DJTweeny departs at 10:45 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
||||||||| Catherwood ushers ZookyFogg into the room, accepts a wooden nickel as a gratuity, mumbles something about 10:47 PM, then departs.
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 10:52 PM, dragging Me! by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this web surfer?"
ZookyFogg: I'll just sleep here. Tired from looking for my dulcimer.
||||||||| It's 10:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Nabby - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Ralph - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Lil - dead from the common cold
||||||||| deranged - dead from measles
||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| "Hey Deputy Dang!" ... Deputy Dang turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 10:56 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'Betty Jo Bialowski', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 10:58 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room...
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| ZookyFogg leaves to catch the 11:01 PM train to Elmertown.
||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Betty Jo Bialowski - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| ''Bob'' - dead from measles
||||||||| Me! - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Hal O'ali close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 11:24 PM tree-stunting plans, and rushes off to the sitting room.
||||||||| 11:24 PM: Hal O'Dali jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
||||||||| It's 11:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Hal O'Dali - dead from measles
||||||||| 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:
||||||||| Hal O'ali - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood walks in wearing his pyjamas, yawns, and mumbles "It's midnight here in New York city"...then he falls over and starts snoring loudly..
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "12:09 AM and late as usual, it's Hemlock Stones (Genuine!), just back from Boulder."
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Hello, Dear Freuds! Yes, yes I am running late as I was attempting to disentangle myself from my old tree suit. Sorry to say that I have put on a few pounds; not the exchange rate I would prefer!
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Enough about me. How are you all? How are all the fans of the Beatles of Comedy on this cold November night?
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Again, you all have a warm invitation to visit Flotsam and I at my imaginary flat in London. Why not be Jungian this weekend and visit London in your imagination?
||||||||| "12:15 AM? I'm late!" exclaims Rufus_T_Firetween, who then runs out through the french doors and down through the garden.
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Well Dear Heads, I will you all a most happy evening and (for you Americans) a festive Thanksgiving.
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Oops, I meant "wish," not "will"! It must be the Cocoa Powder.
||||||||| Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) exits at 12:19 AM.
||||||||| 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 Merlyn disembarks at 1:44 AM.
||||||||| Catherwood says "1:45 AM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Merlyn by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
||||||||| 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:
Alexikopf
Arms Akimbo
''Bob''
Cat
Charles Bitertire
chat1102
Deputy Dang
deranged
Dexter Fong
DJTweeny
Elayne
EWeston
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!)
Lil
lily
llanwydd
Mudhead
Nabby
pinholeF200
Ralph
Rufus_T_Firetween
SFFrog
shoes for the dead
shveebles
ZookyFogg
URL References:
http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php?books
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=pfp-ln
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=pfp-tl
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=sfi
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=tcotrw-rv
http://firesigntheatre.com/podcasting/indexx.html
http://laugh.com/product/firesign-theatre-papoon-for-president-cd-audio-only/
http://laugh.com/product/peter-bergmans-true-confessions-of-the-real-world/
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u
http://parks.ky.gov/parks/historicsites/big-bone-lick/
www.dishnuts.net
http://www.firesigntheatre.com/papoon/
www.firesigntheatre.com
www.kurtericson.com/txroadkill/roadkillshow
http://www.radiofreeoz.com/
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