A Firesign Chat
12/11/2014




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 December 11, 2014 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Catherwood leads DJTweeny inside, makes a note of the time (8:03 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
||||||||| 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 **'
||||||||| 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) **'
||||||||| 8:34 PM: Rufus_T_Firetween jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!"
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - warm up music (Little Feat) - 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) **'
||||||||| Dr. Progresso Sweetheart steps in at 8:43 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
DJTweeny: Hi Dr. P
||||||||| EWeston enters at 8:46 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and hurries off to the Hat Pack Annex.
EWeston: Evnin Tweeny, rufus an A doctor
DJTweeny: Hi EW
EWeston: Guess the wind storm is going to hold off till after the show
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'Cat', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:48 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary...
EWeston: Hi ho Cat
Cat: Hi early chatters
DJTweeny: Hey Cat
DJTweeny: We've been chatting since before the beginning!
||||||||| Catherwood escorts lily inside, makes a note of the time (8:50 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
DJTweeny: Hi lily
||||||||| Betty Jo Bialowski sashays in at 8:51 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
EWeston: Der Lily yow!
Cat: Lily
Cat: Betty
DJTweeny: Hi Betty Jo
EWeston: And Bettjoe
lily: Cat DJTweeny Dr. Progresso Sweetheart EWeston (Rufus_T_Firetween goodin evenin all and thanks DJTween for the invite and a laugh or 7
DJTweeny: Nino's map has gone haywire
EWeston: Hay don't make for good wire
DJTweeny: sure don't
lily: Hows it movin this week?
EWeston: Has he gone interstellar?
Betty Jo Bialowski: Heh Cat, Hi DJT, Hi EWest
lily: Hey is for horsies
Cat: We're above water. That's hard to do in North Van these days
||||||||| 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 Lupus gets out at 8:54 PM.
Cat: Coke is for horses, not for men. They tell me it'll kill me but they won't say when
EWeston: Energetic weather on the west coast recently, and expected shortly
DJTweeny: Hi Lupus
Cat: Dave Van Ronk, as I recall.
Cat: You're in WA, EW? Supposed to be getting slammed now. houses falling into the ocean
DJTweeny: Yeah, heard Cal was going to get some serious stormage
||||||||| Catherwood enters with General Dysfunction close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 8:56 PM tree-stunting plans, and hurries off to the vestibule.
||||||||| late bounds in at 8:56 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
DJTweeny: Ten Hut General
DJTweeny: Hi late
General Dysfunction: hello, all, gosh it's good to be back home!
EWeston: Not till 7 PM or so. gusts to 60mph
DJTweeny: You were in ancient Greece, General?
Cat: We are planning a drive down the coast about this time a couple of years from now. Do not want to be following storms.
||||||||| 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!"
late: howdy
General Dysfunction: and swam the channel
EWeston: The houses I saw fall got their land eroded away
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "8:57 PM and late as usual, it's Ralph, just back from New Jersey."
DJTweeny: Hi Ralph
Cat: late, general
Cat: ralph.
||||||||| 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!"
late: howdy cat
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Ah Clem into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, grumbles something about 8:58 PM, then departs.
DJTweeny: Hi clem
Cat: 3 huge storms in a row here. we may get some sun tomorrow. i dont like driving in rivers
||||||||| pinholeF200 sashays in at 8:59 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Cat: clem
DJTweeny: Hi pinhole
Cat: pin
Ralph: Hodwy, friends
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, December 11, 2014 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "9:00 PM and late as usual, it's shoes for the dead, just back from Billville."
DJTweeny: Hi shoes
EWeston: Does play hob with forward progress
pinholeF200: good morning afternoon evening etc Tween, Cat & all
||||||||| Porgie enters at 9:00 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and scurries off to the Hat Pack Annex.
Ralph: hey, I said howdy, how do you do
Cat: shoes for jerry garcia?
shoes for the dead: Howdy
||||||||| "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!"
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:00 PM and Beet steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Beet: Evening all
late: howdy
EWeston: Hi Pinhole, shoes and that little voice in my ear.
Cat: beet
DJTweeny: Hi Beet
shoes for the dead: Hey Beet
Cat: that's synchronistic, shoes
||||||||| Outside, the 9:01 PM crosstown bus from Oklahoma pulls away, leaving squeeze_the_wheeze coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
EWeston: Beet and Ralph
Cat: wheeze
DJTweeny: Hi squeeze
squeeze_the_wheeze: just squeeze me
Ralph: a Dutch surrealist plumber??
General Dysfunction: Anton squeeze the wheezie
Betty Jo Bialowski: I think he knew more than he let on
shoes for the dead: and Squeeze
EWeston: After I swell up sure
squeeze_the_wheeze: always happy to be here
shoes for the dead: Shine Em!
Beet: Hi EW, shoes Cat General Ah Clem et al
||||||||| Lil steps in at 9:02 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
DJTweeny: Hi Lil
Cat: Lil
EWeston: Its a Lil,
Lil: Brrrrrrrrr
shoes for the dead: hey Lil
EWeston: Uncomfprtable draft somewhere?
shoes for the dead: Lilbrrrr
Beet: Hi Lil
Lil: Hi gang ,
General Dysfunction: Shoe confessions of the reel werld
shoes for the dead: the draft is uncomfortable when your number comes up
EWeston: The tip of the tounge can never be told a lie
EWeston: I had a number 52 special myself.
General Dysfunction: i find them earresistable
Cat: Sf looks like it's getting hit hard.
DJTweeny: good one, General
Lil: Browser is causing problems tonight
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
EWeston: Eh?
Ralph: ya don't have to be stoned, but it helps :P
lily: find the floor then walk
shoes for the dead: and the mobius starts again, Tween
DJTweeny: It don't hurt ;)
Cat: that's generally true, ralph
Ralph: it hoits! it hoits!
EWeston: I keep getting stuck on the ceiling
DJTweeny: Hi RedPill
shoes for the dead: help, I've tripped and can't get down
Cat: rp
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “SHOES FOR INDUSTRY” - 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-best-of-firesign-theatre-shoes-for-industry-cd-audio/ **'
Lil: There we go
DJTweeny: oops :)
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “SHOES FOR INDUSTRY” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=sfi-ln
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
General Dysfunction: railroad's comin', and ther it goes
||||||||| It's 9:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Lupus - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Betty Jo Bialowski - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
EWeston: That's covered in one of the Hitchhikers guide books Shoes
Ralph: lol shoes
shoes for the dead: I got the bumper sticker
||||||||| "9:10 PM? 9:10 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Zooky Fogg should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Zooky Fogg enters and sits in the comfy chair.
EWeston: Start swinging towards the ground till you can grab some part of it.
shoes for the dead: at a Dead show
lily: steam heat
DJTweeny: Hi Zooky
shoes for the dead: Zooks!!
lily: throw yourself at it thats how you fly
||||||||| 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!"
EWeston: Gad Zooks, where's my bodkin?
Beet: Yo Zooky
pinholeF200: got any peyote?
EWeston: You have to miss the ground though Li;y
DJTweeny: One of their finest skits (imho)
Lil: Agreed Tweeny
lily: so true ew gravity is not our friend
Zooky Fogg: Eve Tween, Shoes, EW, Lil, Beat and all Firesigners.
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “SHOES FOR INDUSTRY” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=sfi-ln
General Dysfunction: i miss the ground, let go and let gravity
shoes for the dead: is this from the mushroom plays, Cat?
EWeston: Distraction may be though
pinholeF200: Yeah, everybody wants something....Congress giving away Indian lands this week
Ralph: ghastly
lily: you miss the ground you gotta short
General Dysfunction: more land, do they have any left?
EWeston: The Souxi are preping for war
pinholeF200: who was it said when the bomb goes off you have to be higher than the bomb?
EWeston: Keystone is worth fighting against
||||||||| 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."
shoes for the dead: Cortis Lemay, Pin
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Bunnyboy into the room, accepts three dimes as a gratuity, mutters something about 9:15 PM, then departs.
Cat: just got back. am listening to beat the reaper. not a mushroom
Cat: hi bun
Zooky Fogg: Firesign: I hadn’t realized last week at first it wasn’t a shtick. My sincere empathy
DJTweeny: Hey Bunny
Bunnyboy : Hidee! Short stop.
EWeston: Bunster
lily: knick nic nikety nick waiting for santa
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “SHOES FOR INDUSTRY” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=sfi-ln
shoes for the dead: the Humbolt dounty biy, Cat
Cat: firesign factotum dr. technical just turned me on to that mitchell and web look, a bbc series from 06
EWeston: Is that a nik, or a knack
Cat: funniest thing i've seen in a long time. they have one hilarious string of bits, game show called numberwang which is very much like this.
shoes for the dead: a paddywack
General Dysfunction: its a schnack
lily: patty wack
Cat: no, humbolt is from the same era when they were very into native americans.
EWeston: She's a dab hand with a wack
Bunnyboy : Paddy is whack!
Ralph: it's a good thing, Nancy... otherwise all the Chinese would fall off
Cat: the mushroom play is called A Shadow Moves Upon the Land. one of the best things they've ever done
EWeston: Out source your paddy wagon
General Dysfunction: buc buc
lily: sittin in the snack room
shoes for the dead: I think I heard that, Cat
Beet: Hey Bun
EWeston: He's not so proud, riding his dinner
pinholeF200: or you could snack in the sitting room
Cat: firesign guy was here a few weeks ago, saying they were going to for sale on upcomiong firesign site
Cat: at least as downloads
shoes for the dead: just in time for the solstice!
Bunnyboy : So, why isn't FST chat optimized for iPhone 6+?!? #fumes #HopelesslyFirstWorld
General Dysfunction: snorting
Zooky Fogg: Now to blow off some exhaust in a post Andy Kaufman World
Cat: fogg
Zooky Fogg: And Fogg
Ralph: Hiya friends!
||||||||| "9:21 PM? 9:21 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Billips should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Billips enters and sits on the couch.
Cat: bill
General Dysfunction: doors to match
lily: there are no knobs
Bunnyboy : Lo billions
Lil: Another one of my fave bits this
Zooky Fogg: At least till he shows up for dinner
Ralph: Duluth?
EWeston: With three high pretests
Bunnyboy : Durn Autocorrect!
Ralph: Look at that blue horse
shoes for the dead: bill inchespersecond
lily: it was big and it went that way
Lil: haha BB long time eh
||||||||| Catherwood escorts jay into the room, accepts three dimes as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:22 PM, then departs.
late: why are you burning your library?
EWeston: I don't believe in UFOs
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
lily: the words fell right off the page
Cat: J
Zooky Fogg: Agnes Moorehead. Bless the witch.
Beet: theybelieve in you
DJTweeny: Hi Billips, jay
Cat: from satchell to paige
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “SHOES FOR INDUSTRY” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=sfi-ln
EWeston: An existencial connundrum fer shure
General Dysfunction: thanks for the insurrection
Ralph: Ah yes, the Magic Bowl Movement
shoes for the dead: the magic bowl movement
late: such fine fidelity
Bunnyboy : Ms. Lili? Of doc and lil fame?
pinholeF200: Endora-died of cancer-possibly from atomic bomb fallout while filming The Conquerer in the (stinking) desert
General Dysfunction: echoes in here
shoes for the dead: echo in here
Cat: i think this was the densent thing they had recorded at that point
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:25 PM and Big Light In Sky steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Cat: big
General Dysfunction: what what
DJTweeny: Hi Big Light
EWeston: From the East?
shoes for the dead: blis
Big Light In Sky: hello all
late: wall of sound, y
Zooky Fogg: Magic Bowl. Whose got the magic bowl?
EWeston: At leat I found my nose.
Cat: dont frighten any minority groups
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “SHOES FOR INDUSTRY” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=sfi-ln
Bunnyboy : But Proc's voice always rises above!
Big Light In Sky: trying my best
Lil: Blinis? Did someone say blinis?
pinholeF200: it's not the bowl, it's what's in the bowl that's magic
General Dysfunction: like the nsa minority group?
Cat: have any of you driven the antelope freeway?
late: freeway of your choice
Zooky Fogg: Straussberg. Been there. France that is.
shoes for the dead: 1/4 mi
shoes for the dead: 1/8mi
Ralph: you can't get there from here
Zooky Fogg: I like magic.
lily: all bowl all the time
General Dysfunction: 1/32mi
EWeston: 52/64 mi.
Ralph: oh Lily.....
||||||||| Outside, the 9:27 PM uptown bus from East Northport pulls away, leaving Elayne coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
lily: go man go
Elayne: Evenin' alll!
Beet: I thiught it was the magic "Bowel" Movement
DJTweeny: Hey Elayne
Cat: Hi El
Zooky Fogg: Dust in my bowl.
lily: Hi E
pinholeF200: Hi, El
Bunnyboy : As advertised, brief interlude. May bbl. Cha!
Beet: Hi E
EWeston: Elayne's in good.
shoes for the dead: Elayne!
late: howdy
Cat: a combination of the 2, beet
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “SHOES FOR INDUSTRY” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=sfi-ln
Elayne: Sorry I was absent last week, busy with birthdays and anniversary and new job and such.
Cat: new job?
lily: dust bowels syndrome
Zooky Fogg: Evening, El.
Bunnyboy : Hi El Bye El!
shoes for the dead: popcorn fart,lily
EWeston: Irrigate your lower intestine bacteria
Elayne: Bye BB!
lily: lol shoes
Zooky Fogg: Yeah, the Doc was no help on that but didn't need it.
Elayne: Yes Cat, they finally moved us to the mothership, I'm in the NY headquarters now.
Cat: great news, el
||||||||| At 9:30 PM, Bunnyboy rushes out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
Elayne: Working in a whole new area, nobody I've worked with before. Pretty exciting. Exec-level stuff, with which I'm pretty comfy so far.
lily: great pic of sushi e
Elayne: The best kind of new job, I didn't even have to interview!
Ralph: Hot damn
EWeston: The big Schnapple
Cat: I'm sure you'll be great, el
Elayne: Yum, Lily! We pretty much sushed out last week, we always do on our birthdays/anniversary week.
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and announces "Presenting 'Samass', just granted probation at 9:31 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Cat: Anyone who employs you is lucky
Elayne: Oh yeah Cat, I'm getting into the routine already and it's only been 4 days.
Cat: sam
DJTweeny: Very cool, Elayne, congratulations :-)
DJTweeny: Hi Samass
Elayne: And I'm spending tomorrow morning boxing up books and canned goods for poor kids, so I can actually do good in the world at this job as well.
shoes for the dead: Indonesia for thr Indonesians!
Elayne: Thanks Tween. My 5-month "between assignments" vacation is over but I feel less stressed now than I did when I had no idea what I was going to be doing.
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “SHOES FOR INDUSTRY” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=sfi-ln
Cat: Fantastic, El. One good thing about this season, it does generate a lot of generosity
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
Elayne: It's been a weird year. I spent February through May worrying I might not have a job, June packing up my soon-to-be-former bosses, July through November cooling my heels and waiting... and now I feel like I'm finally starting a new job.
Elayne: Cat, the charity is year-round, which I'm really excited about. Its main thrust is to get books into the hands of poor kids who can't afford to buy any.
Cat: Alls well that ends well, as someone said
EWeston: Getting into a job can be very satisfying
||||||||| 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!"
Ralph: ask the milkman, white with foam.....
EWeston: Go home bum!
Cat: hey el, do you know mitchell and web?
lily: its a bute
Elayne: Indeed, EWeston. And there's so much opportunity at a company of over 100,000 people... I mean, if I want to move to London I could probably get an admin job in their London office.
EWeston: An rite purtty too.
Ralph: no, it's amound
Elayne: Cat, weren't they the comics who had the Beatles on their show doing Shakespeare?
Zooky Fogg: A bunch of diggers whistled at me today.
Ralph: Sieg Freud
lily: umm drool mounds
EWeston: The things your near too is...big!
Cat: was on skype with doc tech recently and he insisted i watch that mitchell and webb look: jusrt finished today. amazingly funnhy
shoes for the dead: so there
Cat: sort of monty kids in the hall, even firesonian occasionally. why had i never heard of them?
Ralph: ah's white
Beet: Could someone translate that into Chinese?
Elayne: No, I was wrong, Cat. I know who David Mitchell is from watching QI, but I've never seen Mitchell & Webb.
Cat: i see they have several series on youtube so i'll find out about the beatlespeare
Ralph: hound dog poontang tree frog
Zooky Fogg: I've been to Poon tang and they did bite.
lily: bird feet bird feet tree
Cat: robin doesnt know them? i thought they were famous in the uk
Elayne: Don't bother Cat, that was Morecombe & Wise, back in the '60s.
Cat: the bbc sure is more leniant from the 60s.
Elayne: You can see how I'd confuse them. :)
Elayne: Cat, Robin's been here for almost two decades.
Cat: lots of brit twosomes i guess
Zooky Fogg: Look Mom. I'm floating.
Cat: sure but has family, friends there
lily: burrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrp
pinholeF200: entirely synthetic
Elayne: And interestingly, Cat, they don't really talk about current telly.
Zooky Fogg: That's what that magic will do is what my Father warned.
shoes for the dead: still smoking there
Cat: anyway, el. funniest thing i've seen in a long time
||||||||| 9:39 PM: blixner jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| jay - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Billips - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Porgie - dead from measles
||||||||| RedPillTweeny - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Zooky Fogg: Never stopped here.
Elayne: Thanks for the recommendation Cat, I'll put it on my YouTube subscriptions.
Cat: they come, they go
Zooky Fogg: I found a cake in the rain today and I ate it.
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shoes for the dead: What?
lily: support ho
DJTweeny: in MacArthur Park?
Dr. Progresso Sweetheart: what a sap she had
Beet: In MacArthur Park?
pinholeF200: I don't think that I can take it cause it took so long to bake it
Beet: darn. Beet me to it
Cat: i have some difficulty understanding british pronounciations along with refs, as i do with russel brand.
Ralph: regnaD kciN
Zooky Fogg: Yes.
Cat: even the goons
lily: and I'll never have tht recioe again
Zooky Fogg: I brought it home and shared it with the rodents.
Zooky Fogg: I sent some to the lab. We'll get that recipe.
lily: the thinker
shoes for the dead: om mani padme sigma
Elayne: KPMG's NY office has so many Englishmen working in it! It's been cool to hear English accents all day long.
Elayne: I think I probably get all the refs now, having been married to an Englishman for 16 years.
Cat: that would help, el
Zooky Fogg: I thought I saw Danger today.
Cat: was it a hot kiss at the end of a wet fist?
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) inside, makes a note of the time (9:45 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Elayne: Did anyone catch the bak-and-forth between Proctor and Ossman on Facebook? A lot of fun.
||||||||| Dr. Progresso Sweetheart leaves at 9:45 PM, singing "Oh, I'm just a little fishy, floating in the sea, and there ain't no hook that's smart enough to catch the likes of me..."
Cat: today, el?
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
Elayne: Some comments for from today, Cat, but it started on David's birthday last Saturday.
Cat: oh yes.
Beet: what page on Facebook?
DJTweeny: Hail and well met, Stones
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Why, Hello Elayne! I'm English!
Zooky Fogg: Wherever you're going, you'll get there.
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “SHOES FOR INDUSTRY” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=sfi-ln
Cat: phil and mel are having so much fun in italy
shoes for the dead: some tv cop show used that Anselmo pederasty case once
Elayne: Beet, David's status update, just search on his name.
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
Beet: Thanks
pinholeF200: hahahahahahaha
Elayne: Are you really, Stones? After all, it's the internet, any of us could say we're English, pip pip
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Let's get down to some reality!
Rufus_T_Firetween: here Stones?? never...
Beet: He says he's genuine
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Yes, Elayne, I am really stoned.
shoes for the dead: what is reality ?
Cat: get back to where you once belonged
Zooky Fogg: I'm still floating, Pop.
||||||||| 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!"
Ralph: May I take your hat and goat?
||||||||| 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!"
pinholeF200: isn't reality when you buy and sell houses?
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Beet: I am genuine and I am NOT from Chicago!
Cat: someone posted that last beatles performance on facebook yesterday. as good as it was when i first saw the flick
lily: it only happen once a year
Zooky Fogg: Some 7 billion perceptions, Shoes.
lily: thunder bliss
Cat: we had an ah clem here earlier. but the original ah clem died last week.
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Pinhole, you are quite right! Reality is when you buy and sell houses. I am glad others have arrived at that conclusion I once solipsistically thought was mine alone!
Cat: tween's predecessor in the dj chair here
Zooky Fogg: One grand reality, likje it or not.
Cat: i dont think so, fogg
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Cat, Clem has been revived!
Elayne: Cat, I've been sort of roped into a couple Beatles-related groups on Facebook. Nice people but a bit fanatic here and there (and everywhere).
Zooky Fogg: What part?
shoes for the dead: reality is a crutch for those who can't face up to drugs
Cat: Have you read Paperback Writer,
Beet: lol shoes
Cat: fantasy bio of the beatles. funniest book i've ever read
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Elayne, I am delighted to find so much Beatlemania amongst the Fireheads. But the Firesign Theatre is the Beatles of Comedy, no?
DJTweeny: hahahaha shoes
Cat: that was bergman's oroginal idea, stones
lily: em ta ties
Beet: the translation
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Abbey Road... only a little bit north of our flat in the Margarinebone section of London.
lily: it is what it is
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): If Peter said it, that's good enough for me!
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:53 PM and COtech steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Cat: hey el,do you know if there is a limit on blogspot to how many pix you can post?
Zooky Fogg: I'll sell you some reality.
lily: thats more than i need right now
shoes for the dead: Ive never found a bone in my margarine before..........
Beet: smoked or snorted
Elayne: Yes Cat, I was close to that limit last year.
Elayne: I don't know what it is though, maybe 5mb or something, you need to look it up.
Cat: so i have to go back and delete stuff then? makes sense
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Zooky, I would like to purchase any reality I can get -- especially Higher Reality.
Elayne: That's why I just started posting photos on Facebook and linking to them from my blog.
||||||||| 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 intense demonic possession
||||||||| EWeston - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Samass - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Elayne: Speaking of which, anyone got a Silly Site they'd like to recommend?
Cat: i'll find out. thanks el, i'm glad it wasnt my computer's fault
shoes for the dead: do they not filter it in England?
Cat: el, thatrs a great idea. and i should post more on flckr
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Shoes, you aren't purchasing the correct margarine! Proper margarine always has bones in it!
DJTweeny: Hi COtech
Elayne: Cat, they do warn you when you get close to your limit...
Elayne: Or Shutterfly or something, Cat. Some cloud-based photo storage that you can just link to from your blog.
||||||||| The TV flickers on, and Ralph Spoilsport appears: "How can you drive in two places at once when you don't have a genuine Ralph Spoilsport license plate frame? Get one for your car and one for the plate in your head!"
DJTweeny: Hi blixner
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
Zooky Fogg: If I only had a seed
Cat: thats even better idea, el
Cat: hnow do they warn me? not by emal
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “SHOES FOR INDUSTRY” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=sfi-ln
Elayne: One of the things I had to do for my ex-boss was make sure all his personal photos were backed up on Shutterfly, as he'd been keeping them on his office computer.
Elayne: No Cat, usually it's atop the content window when you're typing a new entry.
Zooky Fogg: I could turn it into weed
lily: grope rope
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): I love Ralph Spoilsport. Sadly, he has never visited us at our London flat.
Cat: i'll check it out then, el
Zooky Fogg: And that's all I'd need besides a quicker upper machine
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Zooky, just make sure your seeds are NON-GMO!
Beet: Hello NSA guy
Cat: maybe i should take all the vid off of it, or it really on youtube, just linked to from the blog?
shoes for the dead: like a vacume pump, Zook?
Zooky Fogg: That's my motto.
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): "Hemp for Victory," we always say in England.
Zooky Fogg: Something like it, Shoes
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
lily: we all need a motto
Cat: thats good enough, lily
Cat: anyone see the finale of south park last night?
shoes for the dead: wah de do da
Elayne: Well, it's been a tiring few days of being under-the-weather, so I'll be packing up now. Next week, all!
Cat: be well and happy, el
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Elayne, don't go!
shoes for the dead: Bye El
Beet: G'Nite E
Zooky Fogg: Mottos for everyone
pinholeF200: See ya El
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): I do hope you feel better whether you stay or go!
pinholeF200: if you drop mottos in diet Coke what happens
Zooky Fogg: Be well, El.
lily: she gets preggers
Zooky Fogg: Try it in the grotto.
lily: bye e
shoes for the dead: and get blotto
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): The party's pooping out on me! Well, Dear Heads, have a wonderful week!
||||||||| Catherwood says "10:03 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
||||||||| Catherwood ushers llanwydd into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, grumbles something about 10:03 PM, then departs.
Zooky Fogg: How many times can that baby travel to at once?
DJTweeny: Hey LL
llanwydd: good evening folks
shoes for the dead: Llan!
pinholeF200: Danger is beside himself
DJTweeny: How's the acting business these days, Llan?
Beet: Hey Llan
Zooky Fogg: Any relation to Dennis Danger?
lily: Beet Cat Elayne pinholeF200 Rufus_T_Firetween shoes for the dead Zooky Fogg chow for now that tree won't decorate itself and thanks DJTwee fun and laughs
llanwydd: haven't done much of that in the past few months, tween
pinholeF200: Roger Draft Dodger
llanwydd: have some other pursuits
shoes for the dead: see ya Lily
Cat: Bergman sounds so young here
llanwydd: catherwood, pour me a glass of wine
||||||||| Catherwood gives llanwydd a glass of wine.
Cat: by lily
Cat: llan?
Zooky Fogg: See ya' Lil
Beet: I need a good I Ching reading. Anybody got one?
pinholeF200: byby lily
Beet: nite lily
llanwydd: I threw mine out the window
Cat: they used to throw the i ching before making their records
late: stab
Beet: good name for a dog
llanwydd: here, stab
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 10:09 PM and Johan Amadeus Majetski bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Cat: ski
Zooky Fogg: I think Dan is a good name for a dog.
Johan Amadeus Majetski: Hi CAt!
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
DJTweeny: Hi Johan
llanwydd: good evening Joh
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “SHOES FOR INDUSTRY” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=sfi-ln
Cat: then if you asked him what's the frequency, he could tell you
Johan Amadeus Majetski: greets Tween!
||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Elayne - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Big Light In Sky - dead from measles
||||||||| squeeze_the_wheeze - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| COtech - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Zooky Fogg: Or a frog on a log.
Beet: howdy johan
Johan Amadeus Majetski: Beets! Howse it join'?
Zooky Fogg: Who ate the fly
pinholeF200: OwoooooooooOOOOOO
Cat: kermit
Zooky Fogg: Can they come sing me to sleep?
llanwydd: who killed cock robin
shoes for the dead: that landed in my pie
Zooky Fogg: Nobody asked why
Cat: glad someone did. tired of him always robbing cocks
Johan Amadeus Majetski: coming mother
llanwydd: lol
Johan Amadeus Majetski: so good w/ the help
shoes for the dead: maybe it'll die,
llanwydd: my, my, my
Beet: Fred ad Ethel
Zooky Fogg: Pioneers of tomorrow are congregating
Ralph: Eukeifa Heap
Beet: I love Poop
Zooky Fogg: And he farted and sighed and found another fly
shoes for the dead: who cares?
Ralph: what is reality?
Cat: we used to have a chatter named principal poop.
Johan Amadeus Majetski: raw raw raw!
Cat: n ot that long ago
Beet: fuck ypu too
late: booooo
Zooky Fogg: Preety steep in my neighborhood.
shoes for the dead: he hasn't been here in months
||||||||| 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!"
Johan Amadeus Majetski: thx, Beet
Ralph: counterinsurgency educational priorities
Cat: i hadnt heard this album in a while. it's a good set.
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** New Firesign book “MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH” now available at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php?books
Ralph: the Napalmolive Camera
Zooky Fogg: How many albums are there, Cat?
DJTweeny: It makes a great introduction to Firesign for a friend, not to mention a great Christmas gift ;)
shoes for the dead: free mule
Ralph: isn that beyouteeful?
shoes for the dead: steeeerio hifi
Zooky Fogg: Italy kicks ass.
pinholeF200: if he's dead he's a decomposer
Johan Amadeus Majetski: I can't wait to live on in stereo hi-fi
||||||||| "10:19 PM? 10:19 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Nabby should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Nabby enters and sits at the bar.
DJTweeny: my previous comment was about the 2 disc SHOES FOR INDUSTRY
||||||||| Catherwood ushers dhoodness into the room, accepts an I.O.U. as a gratuity, mutters something about 10:19 PM, then departs.
Nabby: Godfrey Daniels! Which way's Goshen?
DJTweeny: Hi Nabby
Cat: asj tween
Cat: yes, he would know. i have it not.
Nabby: Howdy Tween
Beet: Howdy Nab!
shoes for the dead: this still breaks me up!!!
DJTweeny: Hi hoodness
Cat: you like italy, fogg?
Johan Amadeus Majetski: The Nabbster!
shoes for the dead: hey Nabby
Nabby: Hey Beet
Nabby: Yo Johan
Cat: nab e.
Nabby: Hi shoeses
||||||||| 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."
Zooky Fogg: I love the whole damn rock.
Cat: i love this.
Ralph: get me that Chinese surplus music deal
Cat: i had to fill out an alien registration card when i lived in the states, half a century ago
Cat: japan was far more intense.
Cat: ive been an alien half my life.
DJTweeny: I'll bet
DJTweeny: an intense culture, one suspects
Cat: very, tween.
Zooky Fogg: I have ties to Jupiter.
Johan Amadeus Majetski: It's still pretty pricey, so i understand...
Cat: thatrs both good and bad.
shoes for the dead: straught peopleplepleple
Nabby: They put bugs in our minds, made us do things, say lies
Beet: So you're a shapeshifter, Cat?
Cat: its endlessly entertaining, but you are even more so their entertainment
pinholeF200: I went to Philmont Scout Ranch, we slept intense
Nabby: plepleple
Nabby: Yay disc !
Nabby: I mean disc 1
shoes for the dead: vinyl is final
Cat: i'm not a shnifter, but i'll have a snifter
pinholeF200: are they compact dics?
Nabby cab't typo.
Ralph: do you sell turntables as well?
Cat: no one here can tyhpe, nab
Johan Amadeus Majetski: Schnifter? *snort* Nope Must'e missed her!~
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** New Firesign book “MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH” now available at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php?books
Beet: Hi, Peter
pinholeF200: an index to metal demangement
late: wat
||||||||| 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 Globner's disease
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Zooky Fogg: I like a stiff Sifter's Difference myself.
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Peter Bergman’s “TRUE CONFESSIONS OF THE REAL WORLD” Here >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=tcotrw-rv
Nabby: tru tru Cat
Zooky Fogg: Or a Melted Bentley.
Johan Amadeus Majetski: How about a Bent Medley?
Nabby: I'd like to melt a fundamentalist
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
Zooky Fogg: Does it contain butterscotch?
pinholeF200: what about a Bob Medley medley
||||||||| Catherwood leads Beefcarcass inside, makes a note of the time (10:27 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
shoes for the dead: wasn't that disc one?
Nabby: fundamentalists predict the past
Cat: bergman was so brilliant, everytime he wrote or spoke, it was anonther gem
Nabby: zap!!
Cat: no tween, they're not. but i tried to get firesign on air america
shoes for the dead: Radio prison!!!
Zooky Fogg: Bentley is famous for realizing every snowflake is unique.
Nabby: gotta plug in the female Tween
DJTweeny: This wasn't an Air America interview, Cat?
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “FIRESIGN THEATRE ON THE THOM HARTMANN SHOW”- 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/ **'
pinholeF200: throw the little chromium switch already
Cat: from that era, tween.
DJTweeny: but wasn't aired there?
Cat: i gave thom a copy of A Shadow Moves when we were on the air america cruise.
Nabby: Fear Am Us
Cat: he's an old firefan, had interviewed them before
shoes for the dead: I watch the wires
Johan Amadeus Majetski: Bradshaw goes thru too many changes
DJTweeny: ok Cat
Nabby: firefarts forever!
Cat: funny thing about thom.i was talking to him and his wife in tiny bar and instead of dealing with the fact that i was a few inches from him, he talked to me like i was in a idstant audience
||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!"
Zooky Fogg: The blue flame game.
Cat: but i think he is an important progressive voice.
Zooky Fogg: Budget Beer for a $1.50
Nabby: Like a lava lamp lol
Zooky Fogg: Haha. Psychiatric medicine jokes.
Cat: we make people nervous with our comedy, a great summation of their work
shoes for the dead: Burgie!s were a buck
Cat: a house on pot?
Zooky Fogg: Anybody know the Haldol Shuffle?
pinholeF200: yeah it's fearful
Zooky Fogg: Shake a leg.
Beet: lashing with a tongue can't hurt very much
Johan Amadeus Majetski: Lashings of tongue! Can't hurt, you say?
shoes for the dead: I trim my tonguelashes
Zooky Fogg: I must go desicate my lungs and conspire the rest of my night. Ad Astra Fireheads. Drink deep.
Beet: See ya Zook
shoes for the dead: by Zook
Cat: by fogg
pinholeF200: night zook
Johan Amadeus Majetski: Gadzooks, Zooks Fare thee well
Zooky Fogg: Night all. Thank you.
Nabby: spirited interview
Nabby: Night Zooky
Cat: many are the radio free ozes, tween
||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Beefcarcass - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| General Dysfunction - dead from The Plague
||||||||| dhoodness - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - RADIO FREE OZ “BEST OF: FIRESIGN THEATRE 11/28/2011 PT-1”- 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/ **'
Nabby: aura lee
Cat: bergman's memorial show was there, in kirkland
Nabby: Keep Porkland weird
pinholeF200: aural sex?
Johan Amadeus Majetski: Pyramid hats, indeed! I'll stay with the real gas music from Jupiter...
DJTweeny: We have Keep Austin Weird bumper stickers here
Nabby: The memorial show was sweet
Nabby: Touching
Cat: you there, nab?
Nabby: Yes
Cat: did you hang out with us all in the bar after the show?
Nabby: No but I wish I had
Johan Amadeus Majetski: Is eight the new neon?
Cat: ive been to bars with them after all the shows ive seen. lots of fun to see them decompress and become people again
||||||||| llanwydd departs at 10:45 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
Cat: not all. first time was beforfe the show
Johan Amadeus Majetski: Nein
Cat: by llan
Nabby: Sounds fun Cat
Beet: Would they still be sort of "on" even after the show?
Cat: much
Cat: no. they just wanted to recover. but after a few hours and drinks, their inherent humour would have to come out
Cat: their wives, kids and friends needed their attention. the show was over
Beet: inviable memory
Beet: enviable
||||||||| 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: Power outage
Cat: I didn't know Power was gay.
Nabby: Just in time to split!
shoes for the dead: Thanks Tween!!!
Cat: thanks endlessly, tween.
Nabby: ar ar ar Cat
pinholeF200: thanks Tweeny, great show as ever
Beet: Great night. Enjoyed much. Thanks everyone. Thanks Tween
||||||||| Mark Time invites you to watch and listen to Firesign’s XM Radio Performances Watch The Firesign Theatre In Action!
Nabby: Tween is the Tween of Tweens!
shoes for the dead: Park it and Lock it!
late: thanks man
||||||||| 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 '
Johan Amadeus Majetski: Thanks everyone for the chuckling thursday!
Nabby: G'night all & trippy trailz!
DJTweeny: lol Nabby
||||||||| Outside, the 10:52 PM downtown bus from Billville pulls away, leaving COtech coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Nabby: (I'm still confused)
||||||||| 10:53 PM -- Nabby left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
DJTweeny: ** Remember folks. the chat/show starts officially every Thursday at 9pm Eastern, with warm-up music on the streams starting around 8:45pm Eastern
Cat: thats good nabby.
DJTweeny: Thanks for listening everybody, and have a great week. See you next time, same FireTime, same FireStation...
Cat: what could be better than time spent with firesign?
DJTweeny: Until last time, again...
||||||||| 10:54 PM -- Cat left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
||||||||| "10:54 PM? I'm late!" exclaims DJTweeny, who then scurries out through the french doors and down through the bushes.
||||||||| Rufus_T_Firetween leaves to catch the 10:54 PM train to Austin.
||||||||| Zooky Fogg leaves to catch the 10:54 PM train to Billville.
||||||||| pinholeF200 says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, pinholeF200 exits at 10:54 PM.
||||||||| It's 10:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| blixner - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Ralph: Nothing, but the Daily Show is a fine alternative
||||||||| 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:
||||||||| Johan Amadeus Majetski - dead from jaundice
||||||||| late - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Ralph - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Beet - dead from measles
||||||||| COtech - dead from The Plague
||||||||| 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..
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 1 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| Tweeny enters at 1:37 AM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and scurries off to the Chapeau Manger.
Tweeny: testing
Tweeny: RIP Clem
||||||||| Catherwood says "1:39 AM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Tweeny by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 2 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 3 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 4 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| Catherwood enters, and announces to all and sundry "It's 4:32 AM, time to change the log file and clean out unused rooms; please exit the chat room for a minute or two. Thank you for your patience."


The Evening's Participants:
Beet
Betty Jo Bialowski
Big Light In Sky
Bunnyboy
Cat
DJTweeny
Dr. Progresso Sweetheart
Elayne
EWeston
General Dysfunction
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!)
Johan Amadeus Majetski
late
Lil
lily
llanwydd
Nabby
pinholeF200
Ralph
Rufus_T_Firetween
shoes for the dead
squeeze_the_wheeze
Tweeny
Zooky Fogg
URL References:
http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php?books
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=sfi-ln
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=tcotrw-rv
http://firesigntheatre.com/podcasting/indexx.html
http://laugh.com/product/firesign-theatre-best-of-firesign-theatre-shoes-for-industry-cd-audio/
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u
https://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Firesign-Theatre/282668140208
www.dishnuts.net
www.firesigntheatre.com
www.kurtericson.com/txroadkill/roadkillshow
http://www.radiofreeoz.com/



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Nin0

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Tonk

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Ah, Clem
and Bambi

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Compañero Señor Yämamoto

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Dexter Fong

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Elayne

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Bubba's Brain

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Bightrethighrehighre

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Boney

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Tween

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Porgie


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Peggy Blisswhips

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Audrey Farber

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Tiny Dr. Tim
Rest In Peace, Dear Friend

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klokwkdog
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