A Firesign Chat
12/18/2014




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 18, 2014 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| DJTweeny enters at 8:11 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Hat Pack Annex.
||||||||| 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 **'
||||||||| Mudhead enters at 8:26 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Hat Pack Annex.
DJTweeny: hewwo Mudhead
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Rufus_T_Firetween inside, makes a note of the time (8:27 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Mudhead: Give me back my hat and goat you thief!
||||||||| Mudhead departs at 8:29 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
DJTweeny: Catherwood return the stolen items
||||||||| Catherwood ignores DJTweeny
||||||||| Mudhead enters at 8:29 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and hurries off to the Hat Pack Annex.
Mudhead: Im bACK! and Im beeyutifull
||||||||| dude enters at 8:31 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Chapeau Manger.
Rufus_T_Firetween: Catherwood, give Mudhead is hat and goat
||||||||| Catherwood gives mudhead is hat and goat.
DJTweeny: Hi dude
dude: where the white women at
Rufus_T_Firetween: very fun movie
dude: do we think it a good day to listen?
Mudhead: Excuse me while I whip this out
Rufus_T_Firetween: "and now for my Jesse Owens impression"
dude: Hey throw a towel over it
Rufus_T_Firetween: if you like Shoes For Industry, you're in the right place
||||||||| 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: streams are up but no audio yet
Mudhead: get with it man
Rufus_T_Firetween: the musicians are still warming up
||||||||| Doctor Dog enters at 8:36 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Chapeau Manger.
Doctor Dog: Rough
dude: it's that little choreim switch over there
||||||||| COtech enters at 8:36 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Chapeau Manger.
Mudhead: Take their shoes from the cellophane, their ready
DJTweeny: Hi Dog, COtech
COtech: It's all right, they're speaking Chinese.
||||||||| Alto606 steals in around 8:38 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
DJTweeny: Hi Alto
Alto606: Hi! I.m preparing to relive moments from my youth tonight.
DJTweeny: Forward, Into The Past!
Mudhead: Give me back my hat and goat
Doctor Dog: Hi Li Dee Jay
Doctor Dog: Lo
||||||||| 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) **'
||||||||| 8:43 PM: Principal poop jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past year and a half!"
DJTweeny: Hey P
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "8:43 PM and late as usual, it's Governmentality, just back from Ohio."
DJTweeny: You're in Illinois, P?
DJTweeny: Hi mental
||||||||| SeattleMike enters at 8:43 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and dashes off to the Haberdashery Barn.
DJTweeny: Hi Mike
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'late', just granted probation at 8:44 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
DJTweeny: Hi late
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and announces "Announcing 'Cat', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:44 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary...
DJTweeny: Hey Cat
Doctor Dog: Woof!
Governmentality: Hello, all.
late: howdy
Cat: Hi chatters
DJTweeny: in France, do the call them catters?
DJTweeny: *they
Cat: lol tween
Cat: Fumiyo will be in France in April She can ask.
Mudhead: chattiers
DJTweeny: kewl
Doctor Dog: Does Austin ever show up any more?
Cat: not for a while, dog
DJTweeny: once in a while
Doctor Dog: Bumma
DJTweeny: Would love for Phil P to join us when he gets back from Europe
Mudhead: Who's this playing Tweeny?
Doctor Dog: David is pretty active on Facebook
Cat: i just read a book that sounds like austin wrote it. Inherent Vice by Thomas Pyncheon.
Cat: There's a new flick coming out based on it.
DJTweeny: That was James McMurtry from Austin with "We Can't Make It Here Anymore"
Doctor Dog: And PP is pretty active everywhere of course lol
Cat: the writing is so much like austin it's hard to believe austin didnt write it
DJTweeny: This is Dan Seals with "Factory Town"
Cat: pp is almost always on facebook, 3 monthes or so in italy
||||||||| "8:49 PM? 8:49 PM!!" says Catherwood, "timpre should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as timpre enters and sits on the divan.
DJTweeny: Hi timpre
DJTweeny: Yeah Proctor is all over Facebook
Mudhead: Divine divan
DJTweeny: been like a guided tour
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 8:51 PM, dragging EWeston by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Firehead?"
timpre: how are you all
DJTweeny: Hi EW
DJTweeny: doing good, timpre, how about yourself?
EWeston: Evenin Tweeny and the rest of you lugs
Mudhead: Im sad, yet happy. We had a memorial service for ah,clem today
DJTweeny: This is Billy Joel with "Allentown"
timpre: just finishing up some home made turkey pot pie
Mudhead: he was one funny guy, always there with the tag line to my lines
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "8:53 PM and late as usual, it's nancy, just back from Illinois."
Cat: only joel song i liked was Billly the Kid
DJTweeny: Hi nancy
EWeston: ir were good freinds and family there mudhead
Mudhead: When Id forget where I was hed have me hold my thumb over the line
DJTweeny: Yeah JL was a really great guy, and a Firehead of the first order
Cat: Nancy
late: I used to like to go to work, but they shut it down I've got a right to go to work, but there's no work here to be found
Cat: He was indeed, Tween.
||||||||| It's 8:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| SeattleMike - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Principal poop - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Cat: was that the real poop?
nancy: hello (as she stops on a dime...)
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:56 PM and lily bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 8:56 PM, dragging llanwydd by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
DJTweeny: dunno Cat, as Nino said Illinois
DJTweeny: Hi lily
Cat: only a nickle. had to split it with the sound effects man.
llanwydd: what you all doin here so early
Mudhead: Its not like I lost my job, its still there but someone else is doin it. Then I went home and my wife was making love. Except someone else was doin it.
EWeston: Site is now Lily equipped
Cat: hi l's
DJTweeny: Dan Seals again with "Big Wheels In The Moonlight"
DJTweeny: Hi LLan
Mudhead: Howdy Miss Lily
||||||||| 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!"
lily: Cat DJTweeny Doctor Dog EWeston late Mudhead nancy timpre evein all and thanks djtween for a good laugh
nancy: ...thanks,Cat!
lily: Hey cat
lily: hey mud
llanwydd: I declare the chat room open
late: howdy
Cat: we mever know who is who here, just like a firesign album
DJTweeny: Well, I do declare...
||||||||| Catherwood enters with aah....Clem close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 8:58 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the vestibule.
DJTweeny: Hi Clem
EWeston: Secure our brooders
DJTweeny: Clem, we've tried to retire that nick in memory of our former DJ who died recently
llanwydd: brooders und shweshtern
lily: send a wire
||||||||| Catherwood enters and asks "Is there anythynge you want? By that I mean Anythynge You Want To, Shakespeare's Lost paperback Comedie in pre-electronic book form!"
Cat: it'll have to go through baltimore
DJTweeny: ah, clem was our DJ for over a decade
Mudhead: Thems pretty big shoes you be tryin to fill
EWeston: Does your wife know zis?
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and intones "Presenting 'shoes for the dead', just granted probation at 8:59 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
DJTweeny: btw - clicking on that link will take you to his memorial web site
DJTweeny: Hi shoes
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
Cat: and he's doing pretty good at that, mud
shoes for the dead: Howdy
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, December 18, 2014 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
nancy: I'll wait here in the sitting room
EWeston: Shoes for minsy
||||||||| Catherwood enters with tildatoo close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 9:00 PM tree-stunting plans, and scurries off to the vestibule.
shoes for the dead: I'll wait here in the sitting room
llanwydd: thanks, cathey
late: whose turn is it to monitor for the nsa tonite?
DJTweeny: Hi tildatoo
llanwydd: hey tild
||||||||| 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 pinholeF200 disembarks at 9:00 PM.
Mudhead: I'll do it, I'll do it!
DJTweeny: Hi pinhole
Cat: thanks for the link, tween.
shoes for the dead: hey pin
||||||||| Catherwood escorts reindeer inside, makes a note of the time (9:01 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
tildatoo: Hi, I'm glad to be able to visit the "chat:!
DJTweeny: Thanks to Merlyn :)
llanwydd: catherwood, turn off my tv and vacuum my floor
||||||||| Catherwood vacuums llanwydd's floor.
Cat: hi newcomer
pinholeF200: Hi Tweeny, shoes and all
DJTweeny: Hi reindeer
llanwydd: thanks cathy
EWeston: Pinster. Either Joe or Ed has the NSA hat t'night
Cat: reindeer games, eh?
Mudhead: Mice, be quiet!
late: solid - happy monitoring - here's one to start with - fuck the nsa
Cat: do any of you know the phil austin christmas story from his Tales of the Old Detective audio?
Cat: maybe tween will play it next week.
Mudhead: nah, frack the FCC
EWeston: Feck the Norman Cubby Knukle Choir
llanwydd: haven't heard that one, cat
Cat: false drugs= pharmaceuticals?
llanwydd: austin has been very prolific
Cat: the old detective cassettes are great. maybe coming out again as cds
nancy: my world was never the same, thats for sure!!
shoes for the dead: placebos
Cat: no, llan, not particularly
Mudhead: Ok, Im going to be quietly listening and laughing my butt off, Im reading, just not typing
||||||||| 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!"
llanwydd: I think the operative word is "false", not "drugs"
EWeston: As opposed to prolithic?
||||||||| 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/ **'
||||||||| aah....Clem says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, aah....Clem exits at 9:05 PM.
nancy: True Drugs for me!
Cat: but like all of the lads, he has a short attention spans.
lily: poisssszone
llanwydd: perhaps I know more of austin's early work than you do, cat
EWeston: I always forget to take the drug test
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “SHOES FOR INDUSTRY” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=sfi-ln
Cat: yes, the young phil was indeed productive but i'm talklng of the current version.
nancy: i like studying for the drug test
Cat: he's been here a few times, and maybe he'll show up again and we can ask him.
||||||||| "9:06 PM? 9:06 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Zooky Fogg should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Zooky Fogg enters and sits at the bar.
llanwydd: I got 100 on my drug test
DJTweeny: Hi Zooky
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** FIRESALE STORE Here >> http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php
Cat: 100 cc?
EWeston: Zookums
pinholeF200: I want to get paid to test placebos
shoes for the dead: hey Zook
Zooky Fogg: Hey Tween and all.
Cat: hi fogg
shoes for the dead: all together now
Cat: good luck, pin
EWeston: After my last acid test I scorded 150%
llanwydd: that reminds me of a steven wright joke
lily: I lost my score card
Zooky Fogg: Awake, aware, and well. New strain of air.
llanwydd: "I was doing peyote when I took my SATs. I got an 1800."
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
nancy: when will the litmus test finally be color-blind?
lily: lol
shoes for the dead: what?
EWeston: I'm waiting for brail litmus paper
Zooky Fogg: I throw darts drunk.
||||||||| 9:09 PM: Merlyn jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
lily: acid base new band
DJTweeny: Hey Merlyn
EWeston: Better than throwing darts drunks
nancy: are the darts drunk?
llanwydd: Hey Moyl
||||||||| It's 9:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| timpre - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
shoes for the dead: hey Merlyn
DJTweeny: Thanks for setting up that link for ah, clem :)
Cat: merl
Merlyn: heya
EWeston: Merl
Zooky Fogg: Flight paths vary.
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "9:10 PM and late as usual, it's Deputy Dang, just back from England."
Cat: the darts have been drinking, not me
DJTweeny: Hi Deputy
llanwydd: hey dang
Cat: for the tom waits fans among you
Deputy Dang: lolol I love Catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood rushes alongside Deputy Dang and says "Do you have something for me to do?"
shoes for the dead: Dang!
EWeston: But the drunks are still drunk
Cat: wahts if in miiniland, merl?
||||||||| 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."
Deputy Dang: "late as usual"... he knows me to swell
Cat: the dangman
EWeston: Swell up again deputy
Zooky Fogg: Who shot the Sherriff?
lily: a tank yard of tankards
nancy: geeks a gawkin!
Cat: am i drunk, dreaming i'm a grape, or am i a grape, dreaming me into existence
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pinholeF200: tanks a lot
Deputy Dang: Are we enjoying Bozos tonight?
shoes for the dead: all's swell that ends swell
Cat: eric clapton, fogg.
Deputy Dang: My first and favorite... I have it memorized, the whole thing.
DJTweeny: check the topic, Deputy
Deputy Dang: I've had two girlfriends who didn't believe me, but on long road trips, they had me stfu because I was always there.
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “SHOES FOR INDUSTRY” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=sfi-ln << Deputy ;)
Zooky Fogg: Righto. Just keeping on toes.
nancy: Nick D. is my favorite. I directed a radio show production in my theater 2 years ago.
llanwydd: two ships that passed in the night?
Deputy Dang: Shoes For Industry is the topic for the night?
nancy: yes Deputy
lily: flight of the bumble peas
DJTweeny: * currently playing... (at the top of the page)
nancy: pray for whirled peas
EWeston: The shake of the humble knees
Deputy Dang: Okay, I'll just pretend I'm being fluffed by Bozos until then.
Deputy Dang -)
||||||||| Chick Lambert fades in and says: "I have no idea who this Friedstein Theatre is, but they 're honing in on my territory over at Duke of Madness Motors. Give 'em the what for, Storm!" "RUFF! RUFF!"
DJTweeny: The Best Of The Firesign Theatre from their first 9 albums
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
llanwydd: yeah, why shoes? shouldn't there be more sugar than shoes?
lily: and peas on earth good will stores open
DJTweeny: lol @ fluffed by bozos
Cat: http://seemrealland.blogspot.ca/search?q=I+shot+the+Japanese+sheriff
nancy: LOL Lil
||||||||| Outside, the 9:15 PM downtown bus from New York pulls away, leaving Elayne coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Elayne: Evenin' all!
Zooky Fogg: My new Girl Friend says to support me quitting tobacco she have sex with me evrytime I feel like having a cigarette. She doesn't know I chainsmoke.
EWeston: They...they come in PODS!!!
shoes for the dead: Elayne!
Cat: i think the peas can pray for themselves.
pinholeF200: Hi El
DJTweeny: Hey Elayne
Cat: do y'all know the story about bergman and the canned peas in afghanistan?
||||||||| "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!"
nancy: if they had hands Cat
Cat: Hi El
EWeston: Hi Elayne
Merlyn: Hey E
llanwydd: bet they saved him from babylon
Deputy Dang: upload maintenance program
Elayne: Good to see all the regulars here!
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
shoes for the dead: tell it, Cat
late: jimradcliffe.com -> for ah, clem
Cat: from the story I heard, bergman's bro worked in a farm that grew peas and dope in afgh. bergman brought come cans into turkey with them. the origin of the turkish border scene at the begginign of electrician
nancy: OMG must get box of Nick!!
Doctor Dog: I felt like I had solve damajor mystery when I learned the origin of this section
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
lily: coo cat
Cat: bergman got to the border and the guard said he didnt have the paperwork so berg leant him his motorcycle, full of hash/peas, to go get papers and come come back so berg could cross the border
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "9:18 PM and late as usual, it's Nabby, just back from Washington."
DJTweeny: Hi Nabby
Cat: nabi
shoes for the dead: hey Nabby
Nabby: Evenin
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “SHOES FOR INDUSTRY” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=sfi-ln
lily: he he nabby
llanwydd: somewhat ironic that such a religious nation is the worlds leading producer of drug addiction
Cat: have they nabbed that E yet?
EWeston: Mac Nam that Nabby
Cat: the us?
Doctor Dog: In fact I just bought a signed group photo!
pinholeF200: heroin is the religion of the masses
llanwydd: well, that has been said
DJTweeny: kewl, Doctor :-)
||||||||| Lil steals in around 9:20 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident."
lily: catherwood we need a tarentella
||||||||| Catherwood hands a tarentella.
Lil: Hey kids
Cat: marx said religion is the opium of the people. i think opiates are the new religion
shoes for the dead: let's rock and roll
Cat: hi lil
Nabby: Right on!
EWeston: Yow Lil
Nabby: Hi Lil
late: [power salute]
||||||||| "9:21 PM? 9:21 PM!!" says Catherwood, "dhoodness should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as dhoodness enters and sits in front of the fireplace.
pinholeF200: Hey Lil
llanwydd: but to think that most islamic nations prohibit alcohol
Lil: Sorry did I step on your foot EW
Zooky Fogg: Burn Homegrown
||||||||| Mark Time invites you to watch and listen to Firesign’s XM Radio Performances Watch The Firesign Theatre In Action!
EWeston: Power weggie
pinholeF200: notice that John Lennon never said "Imagine there's no drugs"
Nabby: Catherwood give lily a tarantula
||||||||| Catherwood gets lily a tarantula.
Cat: ealeir i mentioned Inherent Vice, novel by Pyncheon now a flick.
DJTweeny: Hi Lil, hoodness
llanwydd: well, that would have been hard for him to imagine
Zooky Fogg: Coo coo ca choo
Cat: worth reading before seeing. anyway, reads like it was written by ausitn.
Lil: ck this tarantula is still alive
EWeston: Tickle him and see
pinholeF200: does the tarantula have a web site?
||||||||| Mark Time invites you to watch and listen to Firesign’s XM Radio Performances Watch The Firesign Theatre In Action!
Lil: Oop wrong person sorrt
shoes for the dead: mine did, pin
Lil: Ok who rearranged my keyboard
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “SHOES FOR INDUSTRY” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=sfi-ln
Zooky Fogg: Drugs are not weed
Cat: your brain
DJTweeny: lol Lil
EWeston: Der Shintner!
lily: objects in the mirror
DJTweeny: Lil, your keyboard is obviously defective
nancy: ebony next to ivory Lil
llanwydd: didn't know there were german shintoists
||||||||| Mark Time invites you to watch and listen to Firesign’s XM Radio Performances Watch The Firesign Theatre In Action!
EWeston: May reach out to you
Lil: As long as it's not me
Nabby: objects that aren't on this side....
shoes for the dead: deadly Aji-no-moto
||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Governmentality - dead from measles
||||||||| tildatoo - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| reindeer - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Cat: tom waits update" the keyboard's defective, not me.
||||||||| 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!"
Nabby: Puzzle Box!
Lil: No wonder, I've been trying to type on the piano
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Rod Flash close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 9:25 PM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the Aviary.
EWeston: They did have some existencial hurttles to cross
Zooky Fogg: Weed is a weener from for somew.
Cat: ask the piano for a drink
shoes for the dead: new character enter!
llanwydd: why not ask catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood strides over to llanwydd and says "oh, fuck off llanwydd!"
llanwydd: same to you cathy
Lil: Good idea, it probably moves faster than Catherwood does
||||||||| Catherwood walks alongside Lil and mumbles "oh, fuck off Lil!"
Zooky Fogg: Hey Piano. Can I get a drink?
lily: catherwood have a ball
||||||||| Catherwood rushes up to lily and queries "Do you have something for me to do?"
Lil: Catherwood go wash your mouth out with something
||||||||| Catherwood goes wash his mouth out with something.
EWeston: Catherwood pour Zooky a piano
||||||||| Catherwood gives zooky a piano.
Cat: has that ever happened to any of you?
DJTweeny: Hi Rod
Zooky Fogg: The piano is busy. I'll get my own.
Lil: lol
Cat: catherwood, he only has one ball
||||||||| Catherwood strides over to Cat and inquires "Did you need me?"
||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!"
EWeston: This week?
Nabby: Catherwood sing O Tannenbaum.
||||||||| Catherwood pretends not to hear Nabby
nancy: Piano, go home, you're drunk
Nabby pouts.
Deputy Dang: Not to be torturing me!
lily: the soap made him go blind
llanwydd: I'd rather hear Cathy Wood sing
Rod Flash: Dead Cat soap?
Zooky Fogg: I keep an extra bag of balls just in case but I don't lend them out.
pinholeF200: we already know what kind of girl you are, we're just haggling over the price
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:29 PM and audrey farber sashays out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
llanwydd: I have five sisters named cathy, by the way
nancy: Catherwood, roll me a bummer
||||||||| Catherwood rolls nancy a bummer.
Cat: as long as you dont put the balls on the other side
llanwydd: hey audrey
Cat: hi aud
Elayne: Sorry, away from keyboard... back now...
nancy: thanks, catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood answers "You're welcome."
shoes for the dead: hey Audrey
DJTweeny: Hi audrey
Cat: hows it going, el?
Elayne: So Merlyn, is this place open on Christmas?
Deputy Dang: I sometimes like putting the balls on the other side... my gf doesn't agree.
Cat: new job and all
Nabby: Welcome back
EWeston: The world ended
audrey farber: [falsetto] Whaaat?
Elayne: Again, EWeston?
Nabby: Hi audrey
EWeston: As we know it
Cat: in another reality, ew
shoes for the dead: as we know it
Zooky Fogg: I play golf in the dark.
lily: hereing is the last to go
shoes for the dead: echo in here
Elayne: Herring? Yeah, that's still in my fridge.
DJTweeny: Our ah, clem DJ would always close the show with this song. Quite appropriate ....
||||||||| 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 shifts on his pedestal.
llanwydd: my herring is impaired
EWeston: Donno someone said the universe disintigrates 30 times a second
Cat: practicing for blindness, fogg?
Deputy Dang: Toad Away it awesme
llanwydd: who said that, weston?
Zooky Fogg: I practice with a Poontang Master.
EWeston: Some dingbat
nancy: don't know Illan, he's disintegrated!
pinholeF200: EW I thought that was a TV picture
Nabby: what?
Zooky Fogg: Yes Cat.
shoes for the dead: I'm so confused
llanwydd: well what do you call the universe and how would anybody know
lily: the night is young
Mudhead: just hold your thumb under your lines
Zooky Fogg: I call it a universe.
nancy: and you won't loose your place
EWeston: I'm not to sure of the timing but a continually recreating univrse is not to far out a thing
llanwydd: the gig is young
Cat: young people don't know they're young people.
shoes for the dead: ah, thanks, mud
pinholeF200: so how do we change the channel?
||||||||| "Happy" Harry Cox pops in and say "I was right! Everything I knew WAS wrong! You CAN get "Profiles in Barbecue Sauce", chock full of meaty Firesign scripts!"
Nabby: the knight is Jung?
Deputy Dang: Are they Jeriwsh candles?
nancy: I smelll a rat
EWeston: Not under the paper then.
Deputy Dang: (Too soon?)
||||||||| 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!"
audrey farber: wait is this version of Sherlock played by Downey
Mudhead: your welcome, and now back to our adventure
Nabby: I smell one too
Zooky Fogg: Self reproducing EW?
||||||||| Ralph Spoilsport drives in through the door and says "Buy a new or used T-shirt from the Firesign Theatre Cafepress store! Hurry before this sentence ends!"
lily: the Knight is hung
Cat: ew, what is happening in cosmology now is most exciting.
Mudhead: Happy Channukah folks
EWeston: The structures come from else where
||||||||| 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!"
audrey farber: Molotov
nancy: pretty tough to hang a knight with all that armor
Merlyn: New Breakthroughs In Eyeshadow
llanwydd: mazeltov
Cat: haldane said the universe is stanger than we can imagine, but firesign and new discoveriers may disprove that.
lily: ohh cocktails
Merlyn: oh cosmology
Elayne: I know a few happy Chanukah folks, most are relatives.
nancy: HA Audrey!
Zooky Fogg: I forgot the name for creatures that do self produce.
Nabby: Cat: http://irfu.cea.fr/cosmography
Nabby: ticktocktails
Cat: yes, happy chanukah, el. i'd love some latkes about now
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
EWeston: Life?
Mudhead: Hollywood directors
llanwydd: it is unreasonable to assume anything about the universe
nancy: Firesign is stranger than we can imagine
Zooky Fogg: Leave it to Haldane.
||||||||| 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!"
lily: ok captian hook
nancy: Nick, NIcky, NIck, Nick Nick!
nancy: stop slapping me
shoes for the dead: stanley's afgan
pinholeF200: he said pointedly
Nabby: Is that true about the rats? : )
EWeston: Yes mamsirpettyofficer, or other
Mudhead: Hollywood directors self reproduce
Cat: el, anyone, have you seen rod serling show Carol for Another Christmas from 1964?
Nabby: Caption hooked
Cat: It'll be on turner network tongiht, maybe on in your time, el.
Cat: not bad.
Zooky Fogg: Rickover was a piece of work.
lily: pixilate your dreams
llanwydd: never saw "carol" cat. was it carol burnett?
Cat: kind of an ad for the un.
Mudhead: Hyman Rickover?
shoes for the dead: channing
Cat: no it was a tv movie.
Nabby: Baron von Rickover
Cat: its on at 9:45 pacific time.
Elayne: I'm beat folks, sorry. Next week?
Nabby: Wrecked often.
Zooky Fogg: Admiral
||||||||| Bunnyboy sneaks in around 9:39 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last month's "unpleasant incident."
lily: tatum drool
Nabby: pixie dreams
shoes for the dead: rickenbacher guitar
lily: bye e
||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Rod Flash - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| dhoodness - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Mudhead: Admiral Rickover was the lead admiral of the nuclear navy
EWeston: Take care Elayne
nancy: Beat the Reaper, EL!
Nabby: Take care Elayne
Zooky Fogg: Bright man no matter the cut
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
pinholeF200: Night Elayne
Cat: it's kind of a 1 1/2 hour twilight zone. i think tz had just ended.
DJTweeny: bye El
Nabby: Reet the beeper!
Cat: by el
Mudhead: nite E
DJTweeny: Hey Bunny
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “SHOES FOR INDUSTRY” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=sfi-ln
shoes for the dead: by Sl
llanwydd: good question. we going to get together christmas night?
Cat: hey bun.
Bunnyboy : Firesign Chat is CANCELLED, by order of The Supreme Leader! Go back to your huts!
Cat: you a fan of pyncheon?
Cat: i'll be here, llan
Mudhead: I'll be here, right after going out for Chinese food
audrey farber: ficht nicht mit der raketemensch
Cat: did nortrh korea take over our chat?
Nabby: I only take orders from the Master Cylinder
llanwydd: that's funny. some of my relatives always went out for chinese on christmas night
nancy: they've seemed to take over SONY, so why not?
EWeston: Mom may be in that hut
pinholeF200: give me a brake
nancy: stop it Pin~
Zooky Fogg: Ever have a Canadian bacon egg roll?
Mudhead: Its a tradition in my family
EWeston: Will you take these stays and whalebone?
Cat: bad idea fogg
shoes for the dead: but that makes you the slave, Nabby
llanwydd: well of course chinese restaurants are about the only thing open on christmas
nancy: do they even have egg rolls in Canada?
lily: if it floats like flotsome
Bunnyboy : PEE-WEE'S PLAYHOUSE, and the Christmas Special, are now on Netflix!
pinholeF200: and therefore, A WITCH!
audrey farber: ou sont les Evel Knievels d'antan
EWeston: The Chinese go to KFC on the Chinese new year
Mudhead: lol
Cat: lol aud
llanwydd: if I could remember what antan meant
Zooky Fogg: Do they sit around and impersonate us.
nancy: I thought they ate bagels and lox
llanwydd: no the chinese don't eat bread of any kind
llanwydd: that's why my grandfather would never go to chinese restaurants
Mudhead: I never knew lox was fish growing up
nancy: and that's why they don't fall off!
llanwydd: he had to have bread with every meal
EWeston: Well they are over a hundred ethnics that we call chinese. There is some variation on tastes
audrey farber: it was easier to remember what antan meant in times past
Mudhead: t was so rare I never had more than a single mouthful
llanwydd: fish don't become lox when they grow up
llanwydd: LOL, nancy
||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!"
Cat: or unlox
shoes for the dead: some chinese taste better than others
Zooky Fogg: Actually I've gone Chinese on Christmas. Only thing open here.
Mudhead: I have developed a taste for lox abd cream cheese on a bagel with a slice of onion
EWeston: Some think the Southern Chinese taste the best
nancy: liver dye?
llanwydd: I visited a tibetan restaurant in beijing
pinholeF200: once went to a convenience store on Christmas and ended up eating chili dogs
audrey farber: southern fried chinese
llanwydd: I like that too muddy
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
shoes for the dead: how high, Pin?
||||||||| 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."
audrey farber: kentucky fried movie?
audrey farber: but. how do i use. zinc. oxide.
nancy: bagels were invented to just be vehicles to transport cream cheese into my mouth
DJTweeny: llanwydd: I visited a tibetan restaurant in beijing << they were serving BBQ'd Tibetans?
EWeston: I read a jounalist's travels around the edges of China. Even more information!
llanwydd: LOL Tween
Cat: true, nancy
Mudhead: I like the fat ones that close up the hole in the center
nancy: right Cat??
Zooky Fogg: I've gone Black over New Years. Start with fresh memory I say.
lily: thats a roll
llanwydd: I believe the ones with the closed holes are called byalis or something like that
audrey farber: remember than time General Tso fought Colonel Sanders
nancy: rockin' lily
late: official stolen
||||||||| 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."
Mudhead: Im makin myself hungry
lily: right arms nancy
EWeston: A fowl war fer shure
Zooky Fogg: Had a southeast fly by earlier.
late: art bell would play it
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
Cat: that travel show, i remember the origninal on la tv, maybe national. the golden hind. 60s
llanwydd: ah yes, Gen Chow threw colonel sanderon into a vat of oil and made dumplings or something like that
lily: mobius
shoes for the dead: really, Cat? neat!
EWeston: A humanitarian offerring
llanwydd: with bob hind?
audrey farber: syrup won't stop 'em
nancy: with Goldie Hawn
EWeston: They think he is insane
shoes for the dead: I built the model boat back then
Nabby: What about my eggs, dear?
llanwydd: ipecac syrup might stop em
Cat: a lot of their eealry work was taken from la tv shows
audrey farber: i had some general tso that tasted like it was in maple syrup
Zooky Fogg: How to Serve Human by I forgot who at the moment.
llanwydd: sounds awful, audrey
Zooky Fogg: Insanity invalidates nothing.
pinholeF200: ipecac--this too shall pass
Nabby: Tso how's the general doing these days?
DJTweeny: "To Serve Man"
llanwydd: maple syrup is for breakfast
Mudhead: Its a COOKBOOK!
audrey farber: lol llanwydd
nancy: Chicago TV was quite avant gahrd too!
shoes for the dead: stones aliens back to bomb
Alto606: Ipecac -- I shall return.
audrey farber: help it's the police!
lily: thanks tween I was waitin on nabby
Zooky Fogg: Yes Tween. I forgot the well known author.
audrey farber: false alarm it was just Sting
Cat: to the philipines, 606?
DJTweeny: Rod Serling?
||||||||| 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!"
||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Elayne - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
pinholeF200: yes, we've got Chinese cooking
Cat: help, its the police
Nabby: Am I late again?
Cat: rod wrote the flick, tween.
audrey farber: how do you spell "szechuan"
shoes for the dead: those tasty southern ones, pin?
||||||||| "Happy" Harry Cox pops in and say "I was right! Everything I knew WAS wrong! You CAN get "Profiles in Barbecue Sauce", chock full of meaty Firesign scripts!"
EWeston: And a Lapp on the griddle
late: nope
llanwydd: just put star anise and soy sauce in anything and it tastes chinese
nancy: catherwood how do i get in on Reaper?
||||||||| Catherwood gets in on reaper.
DJTweeny: Cat - did you know that Serling did the screen play for 7 Days In May?
Zooky Fogg: Heinlein or Asimov I was thinking but I forgot.
pinholeF200: tastes like chicken
DJTweeny: Once you know that, you can really see some of his work in the photography
nancy: and the answer is, rattlesnake
llanwydd: I haven't seen 7DiM yet. dying to find it
Cat: not at the top of my head, tween. but to the extent i can recall that flick, it certrainly was serlingesque
DJTweeny: It should be at most city public libraries, Llan
EWeston: I was hoping it was the adder
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
Zooky Fogg: Easily Googled.
shoes for the dead: hi NSA guy
Bunnyboy : Oh, I'm a sleepy guy. Night!
llanwydd: wasn't it frankenheimer?
nancy: you're either on the bus, or you're off the bus
EWeston: Happy dreams Bunny
audrey farber: the cat's in the soap and the silver spoon
Nabby: Take care Bunny
nancy: TTFN Bunny
pinholeF200: 101 uses for a dead cat
shoes for the dead: yuppers, Nancy
EWeston: Leaving by a window counts?
Cat: by bun
Zooky Fogg: Be well scatters.
llanwydd: yes weston. stay here long enough and you'll be defenestrated
audrey farber: rat on stick
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Mudhead: What album is this off of?
EWeston: Drinking last maragrita, and eating the cup
Cat: in the next world, yhou're on your own
Nabby is in two places at once.
Cat: maybe my least favourite
||||||||| At 10:00 PM, Bunnyboy vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
lily: yes you are
||||||||| 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!"
Zooky Fogg: I must go smoke a cigarette and think of something brilliant.
llanwydd: well, I've got to get up early. see some of you on the 25th
Cat: arent we brillaint enough, fogg?
Zooky Fogg: I know. What have I been waiting for.
Mudhead: Fogg, do something brilliant and dont smoke it
EWeston: They do good laundry
||||||||| Alto606 is thrown out the window just as the clock strikes 10:01 PM.
llanwydd: to the rest of you, Merry Christmas
EWeston: Night IIan
Nabby: Be well llan
shoes for the dead: by llan
lily: back at cha llan
pinholeF200: llan, merry Christmas
audrey farber: and to you llanwydd
DJTweeny: Merry Christmas, Llan
Mudhead: and a Happy Holidaze to you too my good freind ian
||||||||| At 10:02 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, llanwydd!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
Zooky Fogg: It's been a tough one, Mud.
nancy: bye Ilanwydd
Cat: by llan
Mudhead: Yes it has
Zooky Fogg: And as Much as I should I really don't want to.
lily: merry crispneess and a happy new fear
Mudhead: I blew off my appts and stayed in bed
EWeston: And a marsupial little crispness back at cha Lily
nancy: i like my old fear Lily
lily: thanks ew
audrey farber: something something blowing off in bed
lily: for that ypu get two
Nabby: All we have to fear is lily!
Cat: crispness is good. for potatoes
lily: big ol threat
nancy )
EWeston: Generally bad for noodles
Cat: best thing about xmas for me as always been the alaistair sim's versionof christmas carol on chrfistmas eve
nancy: that was supposed to be a smily face....
audrey farber: i want a big old McLatkes now
shoes for the dead: and brains
Cat: to potatoes, lily?
audrey farber: i'll have the Hanukkah McLatkes and a Kosher McRib
nancy: you say potato....
lily: I an not irsih but I am close
DJTweeny: ** For those of you who don't know, typing a ':' (colon) in this chat has the same effect as typing '/me' in an IRC chat << nancy
audrey farber types a small intestine
Cat: best deep fried thing i've ever eaten is a japanese dish called ton katsu, deep fried breaded portk cutlet at a restaurant called Maisen in Tokyo.
nancy: Kosher Mc Rib?? Sounds like Military Intelligence!
EWeston: I say Stop that nastershium!
Cat: kosher pork, auderey?
DJTweeny: just leave a space at the beginning of the line if you want to type a smiley face at the beginning of a sentence
nancy: thanx DJT
pinholeF200: what would a woman look like if God had to make the first one from a McRib?
audrey farber: kosher pork brought to you by the miracle of ATOMIC MUTATION
Cat: what would moses do?
audrey farber: lol pinhole she's look delicious
Cat: usa plus
nancy: :)
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
Cat: it all tastes like pork
EWeston: Cut down that dam burning bush
shoes for the dead: tastes like pork. too
Nabby: pork, however, tastes like....pork
audrey farber: didn't They do a study and conclude than human flesh tastes like pork? i read that on the internet
Cat: if you want to experience the best possible pork, go to tokyo. otherwise, i dont think so.
nancy: pork tastes like rattlesnake to me
lily: dry your muckloucks by the craklin
audrey farber: or maybe it was the other way around
nancy: are these your cues?
pinholeF200: I can't be a vegetarian, they eat only vegetables. I'm a humanitarian.
Cat: no, those are my peas
audrey farber gnaws gently on her forearm
EWeston: tofu doen't taste
Cat: still she held on to audrey's arm, hand
nancy: tofu got no reason to live
shoes for the dead: brown 29
Cat: frozen flesh, mmm
lily: catherwood give adrey farber a sandwich
||||||||| Catherwood gives adrey farber a sandwich.
Cat: we will get the whole story about this in pp's new ebook
EWeston: Pull up a trow and get messy
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
audrey farber curtsies to Catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood walks up to audrey farber and mumbles "Typing my name just to rile me, eh?"
audrey farber: you are who you eat
Deputy Dang: So am I.
nancy: oh i hope not
EWeston: An introcannibal then
audrey farber thinks this is one of her favorite Christmas songs
lily: lord I am my ex
shoes for the dead: my fave Philsong!
DJTweeny: They'll be playing Give Up This Day at the end of the album. Just to reassure you, the night isn't over just yet ;)
pinholeF200: ever heard Kung Fu Christmas?
audrey farber: no
DJTweeny: excellent Phil :)
EWeston: Come On Jesus
nancy: i am multiple personalities
late: come on
Deputy Dang: I've heard of KFC!
shoes for the dead: show yourself
audrey farber wants to put this song in the church hymnal
Cat: tweeny, can you drive from san antonio to la in one night? i think not
Cat: no i guess not one night
DJTweeny: That would be very very funny, audry
shoes for the dead: sweet Jesus stop fer gas!
DJTweeny: an entire church singing this lol
Deputy Dang: Onwe night is doable--I've done it, back in my younger days.
DJTweeny: not a chance, Cat
EWeston: Makes me smile Tweeny
audrey farber: the interwebs says it's 18 hours?
late: come on
audrey farber: come on
DJTweeny: well, changing drivers, maybe
nancy: come on!
shoes for the dead: show yourself
DJTweeny: a car full of changing drivers
audrey farber: that is like half a box of No Doz
nancy: Chinese Fire Drill
Zooky Fogg: Well, brilliance is still eluding me but I have patience and plenty of smokes.
Deputy Dang: Pretty much, and with an alternate driver available.
shoes for the dead: Nasi!!!
Deputy Dang: Yup, CFD at the rest stops.
Cat: smoke is good
Zooky Fogg: Maybe I'll catch something here.
EWeston: Or lots of little white pills
Nabby: you can download new drivers
audrey farber: i stopped doing 18 hour drives that one time i hallucinated that the road started going up into the sky
Deputy Dang: Yay, ZF! I wish I had smokes!
DJTweeny: Cat, just getting to the TX border is 1/2 way
Nabby: vroom
Cat: i konw nothing of that geography, tween.
DJTweeny: El Paso to San Antonio would be a good day's drive
Nabby: TX is largish
Cat: audrey, stopping is the correct thing to do.
audrey farber: now i want Indonesian
pinholeF200: do you take the Antelope Freeway out of TX
nancy: i drove straight thru from Austin to Chicago....with a handful of Black Beauties and my best buddie
||||||||| Captain Equinox flies in through the transom, landing on the bearskin rug. "Attention, solstice squad! After working a 12-hour day, I like to kick back and swill some juice out of a genuine Firesign coffee mug or Bear Whiz Beer stein!"
DJTweeny: yipes nancy
Mudhead: When I drove across country I entered Texas at night and left it the following night
nancy: if you lived here, you'd be home by now!
audrey farber: you didn't go across the panhandle then?
Cat: i dilike driving more than tiny distnaces
DJTweeny: takes me two days (stopping overnight) to get from Austin to central Indiana
nancy: ya do crazy things when you're young and stupid. now I'm just stupid
audrey farber: or was it some kind of Stargate
Zooky Fogg: Where be you Dep?
EWeston: Amen to that Nancy
nancy: no, it was in a Camaro
DJTweeny: most of one day is just getting from Austin to the border
Zooky Fogg: Easily rolled.
audrey farber: Camaroll
lily: driving is frredom to me
shoes for the dead: Mt is 8 hours on the road
Nabby: Nino can tell you Zooky
Zooky Fogg: Does I write and make stuff up cover me here?
Nabby: Thanks Tweeny!
audrey farber: yes it is pretty awesome lily
EWeston: You can get a 305 section tire on that camerol
nancy: Im with you Lily
Zooky Fogg: It's a petty fine here. Soon to be legal.
Cat: the first 5 years of my life were spend mostly on the road. my parents drove around north america for 6 monthes a year
Nabby: Yes Gateway Firesign. "Turn on" a friend (or unsuspecting stranger)!
lily: nc to ny not a problem texas ugh
EWeston: Mobility is freedom
audrey farber: mmm now i want miso soup and camarolls
Cat: that's why i love radio. anything on the radio was better than listening to my parents endless babbling
nancy: i want cinnamon rolls
audrey farber: i been coast to coast a couple three times and always fun
lily: the tv is calling me
Deputy Dang: /nancy we all want to roll the cinnamons
EWeston: What is it calling you?
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** New Firesign book “MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH” now available at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php?books
Deputy Dang: What about the elevator boy?
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shoes for the dead: they are always loaded
Deputy Dang: Is he in your family?
audrey farber: it's tuned to Fox and calling her a comsymp
shoes for the dead: no, here
Zooky Fogg: What's it calling you, Lil?
Deputy Dang: Bear Whiz Beer! My favorite!
Cat: is it calling you for dinner?
EWeston: A three time loser. That elevator boy was never meant to be sailor
Cat: the tv has been eating, not me.
Zooky Fogg: Mine is calling me home.
Deputy Dang: Rebus Kneebus!
EWeston: Xome calling
||||||||| Catherwood tosses another cheese log on the fire and intones, "If you want to keep the cornstarch off your mukluks this season, buy a hoodie or a sweatshirt at the Firesign corner Cafepress store."
pinholeF200: W should get coal for Christmas
nancy: this has been fun. I'm a Waiting Room virgin....but I'll be back for more abuse....I mean amusement LOL
Zooky Fogg: But it's the end of an echo.
Deputy Dang: Catherwood, bring me a Cialis.
||||||||| Catherwood gives Deputy Dang a cialis.
Nabby: I want a TV dinner now
EWeston: See yah nancy
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Deputy Dang: I'm not down and out
nancy: TTFN
audrey farber: mmmm TV dinner with the brownie that is molten-lava hot on one side and still frozen on the other side
Zooky Fogg: I celebrate free thought year round. Is that okay?
Cat: did you eat them as a kid, nab?
lily: rubber biscuts
audrey farber: ttfn nanc
shoes for the dead: you eat the Holy Trinitron, Nabby?
Nabby: Take care nancy
||||||||| Ralph Spoilsport drives in through the door and says "Buy a new or used T-shirt from the Firesign Theatre Cafepress store! Hurry before this sentence ends!"
Cat: i loved eating them on tv trays as we'd gather around the tube to watch the news and eat out of aluminum trays
lily: bye nancy
EWeston: Gotta be keerful Zooky
Cat: by nancy
Nabby: Absolutely Cat, when they were in foil
nancy: right Cat~
shoes for the dead: by Nancy
audrey farber: they should replace TV dinners with Watching Illegally Downloaded Movie On My Laptop Dinners
Zooky Fogg: Yes, Sir.
Cat: my mother didnt like cooking and my dad and i didnt like eating what she cooked so, restaurants, canned and frzoen food made up my childnhood
Mudhead: The FBI disclaimer is on every menu
Deputy Dang: Which disclaimer is that?
Cat: idid get a great chicken recipe from her i still make often.
audrey farber: lol Mudhead and waiting for it to disappear
Mudhead: The dont watch this stolen movie disclaimer
lily: audrey farber Cat Deputy Dang EWeston Nabby nancy pinholeF200 shoes for the dead Zooky Fogg I depart with a smile on my lips have a lovely holidaze all and DJTeen thanks again for all you do
audrey farber: DVD Dinners with Chef Commentary
Zooky Fogg: Free thoughts are all I have.
Deputy Dang: +1 lily
EWeston: Peace Lily
audrey farber: bye lil
shoes for the dead: by lily
Cat: happiest of holidays to you, lily
Mudhead: gnight lily
Zooky Fogg: DMV would be a good reality shoe.
Nabby: lily stay groovy!
pinholeF200: Happy hollydaze lily
Zooky Fogg: Take care, Lil.
EWeston: Metaphysiclly absurd Zooky considerring the metabolic load a human brain is
Zooky Fogg: 10 books one title. Ten titles one book.
||||||||| Mark Time invites you to watch and listen to Firesign’s XM Radio Performances Watch The Firesign Theatre In Action!
Deputy Dang: yes, we are aliend
Deputy Dang: Avoid ALL EYE CONTACT!!!
EWeston: Something with frills this time I hope
Nabby: there's an alien inside each one of us!
audrey farber: i believe that is the basis of Scientology
Mudhead: I want to go to Mars
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
Zooky Fogg: Gray matter issue.
shoes for the dead: let's all get head!
Nabby can show you how to reveal your alien brain!
Cat: mud, only if you're young now
EWeston: You get the bald paint and we'll all meet on the other side
Mudhead: I want to go now, while Im old
Mudhead: cuz theres a million questions I have
audrey farber: Mars ain't no kind of place to raise a kid
Nabby: First shave your head and apply this iridium cranial wax liberally.
Mudhead: and I wouldnt mind dying there
Nabby: It feels funny.
Nabby: Haha.
pinholeF200: sounds like The Man Who Sold the Moon
Zooky Fogg: Why Mud. Elaborate.
Cat: i dont expect to see people on mars in my lifetime, aud
Cat: i read hg wells when i was in 6th grade and nasa was just aking off so i was certainly optimistic then
Nabby: taking off, you made a funny
Zooky Fogg: We exist to the dark side of the moon.
Mudhead: Im stuck inna wheelchair, Im dying slowly, Im for lettin me go to space, land on Mars, and try to set it up for the next travelers
pinholeF200: Catherwood, pour me a Tequila Mockingbird
||||||||| Catherwood brings pinholeF200 a tequila mockingbird.
audrey farber: we were all optimistic before Biff Tannen went back in time and put us in the Alternate 1985
Deputy Dang: I like this album
Zooky Fogg: Seriously. Good luck, Mud.
Deputy Dang: I listen to it, and then later I watch The Fifth Element, and I picture these dudes as the ones at the fast food stop.
EWeston: Its a good dream Mudhead
Nabby: Cat: http://vimeo.com/108650530
Nabby: (and all)
Nabby: Multipass.
Cat: what is it, nab?
||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| nancy - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
audrey farber holds up her Multipass
||||||||| 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!"
Zooky Fogg: I want to jump at night with a glow chute.
shoes for the dead: Phil.s dog?
Nabby: It's called Wanderers, a rather brilliant short film, computer generated but wow...a quick journey to some real places realised
Nabby: real space places I meant
Cat: ok,will watch later
Nabby: groovy
Nabby trades multipasses with audrey
Zooky Fogg: Look like a giant space jelly fish from Frank Herbert likes.
EWeston: Get my trust fund manager!
Cat: i hope to both dfrink and think.
Cat: one out of 2 aint bad
Zooky Fogg: I'd be the poet dude.
Deputy Dang: This is the album I thought I asked for, a month or so, ago. I really like it.
pinholeF200: To do is to be: Descartes To be is to do: Sartre Do Be Do Be Do: Sinatra
||||||||| 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!"
Nabby: it's the 50% rule
Cat: is this an album?
Nabby: whatever that is
Zooky Fogg: Let's fold some space.
shoes for the dead: onlt 6 inches
Zooky Fogg: Space origami.
Nabby: the spice must flow
Cat: space orgasm: new universe
audrey farber: unless space is like a fitted sheet in which case good luck
||||||||| 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: lol Cat
Deputy Dang: Again, referring to The Fifth Element, I kind of think of the Corbon Dallas character as the guy talking in the cop car.
Zooky Fogg: I see iut as an Indian blanket.
Nabby: upon a fitted sheet space sits
EWeston: A giant green cat named FRed
pinholeF200: what if you don't give a sheet?
Zooky Fogg: Now the mind opens.
audrey farber: according to String Theory, space has a really really really high thread count
Nabby: good point pin
shoes for the dead: and FRed claws the waterbed
Cat: we still have some diseased blankets, pin
Cat: pete loved to say fuck
Nabby: it's a matter of weave and...woof?
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
pinholeF200: do I get a chance to guess the disease?
audrey farber: weave and space warp
shoes for the dead: there's some warp in there too
Nabby: that's it audrey thank you
Zooky Fogg: Stickanosis.
EWeston: And a warf
audrey farber: lol
Deputy Dang: I keep thinking of taking up crochet, and reeling in strings of the the cosmos.
Cat: talking over each other, yes i know this
Zooky Fogg: Thanks guys. Ad Astra. Enjoy what you do.
Cat: one of the last things they did together
EWeston: I've been doing scupture out of strands of rattan
audrey farber: there are too many sticky wickets in crochet
Nabby: It rolls so well
Deputy Dang: brb
Nabby: nothing worse than a wick and a sticky crotch
audrey farber: lol
shoes for the dead: Thanks Tween!!!!
EWeston: Torutr underwear?
Nabby: new year's show yes!
Nabby: thank you Tweeny
pinholeF200: Thanks for the laffs and have a great Christmas Tween/Kurt
late: thanks man
Cat: ok, tween, i'll send you firesingn christmas stuff you can play on new years. there's very little new year's eve stuff i know of. a bit of tireibter
shoes for the dead: Park it and Lock it!
Nabby: RFR smokes
EWeston: Been good fun all hadious
Mudhead: Happy Trails All
DJTweeny: OK Cat
Cat: best of seasons to you all
||||||||| Mudhead rushes off, saying "10:51 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
Lil: Happy Everything to Everybody
||||||||| Catherwood enters and asks "Is there anythynge you want? By that I mean Anythynge You Want To, Shakespeare's Lost paperback Comedie in pre-electronic book form!"
Nabby: Happy trails--no tears!
DJTweeny: I might play Immortality on NYE
Nabby: Merry happy krimble!
Cat: yes that would be perfect tween.
Nabby: To you & you & you & you & you & you!
DJTweeny: Thanks for listening everybody, and have a great week. See you next time, same FireTime, same FireStation...
Lil: Yup I think so too
Nabby: Oh and to you too!
Cat: you too nab
Deputy Dang: WTF is this??? Where can I get it??? Please help me!
Lil: Nitoll
Nabby: Later and such!
audrey farber waves to people leaving
Lil: Another great job Tweeny
DJTweeny: merci all :)
Deputy Dang: /me peoples to leaves waving
DJTweeny: : = /me here
Cat: you do a great continuation of the work jimmy lee started, tween
audrey farber types a colon and then some text
DJTweeny: Thanks Cat :-)
||||||||| It's 10:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| lily - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Cat: off we fly, like santa in the sky
||||||||| Cat leaves to catch the 10:55 PM train to Hellmouth.
||||||||| Merlyn departs at 10:55 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
||||||||| Around 10:55 PM, pinholeF200 walks off into the sunset...
Deputy Dang: Thanksa all, even if I don't know how to talk while taking a /.
COtech: Goodbye, and thanks for all the fish.
Deputy Dang: +! COTech
Deputy Dang: 1
audrey farber notices her coach has turned back into a pumpkin
DJTweeny: Until last time, again...
||||||||| At 10:57 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Rufus_T_Firetween!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
audrey farber notices her pumpkin has turned into a brown paper bag
||||||||| 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:
||||||||| audrey farber - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Zooky Fogg - dead from jaundice
||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from The Plague
||||||||| DJTweeny - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| COtech - dead from measles
||||||||| late - dead from the common cold
||||||||| EWeston - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Deputy Dang - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Nabby - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Lil - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and announces "Announcing 'Deputy Dang', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 11:22 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom...
||||||||| It's 11:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Deputy Dang - dead from the yaws
||||||||| dude - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 11:43 PM and Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Oh, Hi.
||||||||| It's 11:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) - 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..
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 1 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| 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:
Alto606
audrey farber
Bunnyboy
Cat
COtech
Deputy Dang
DJTweeny
Doctor Dog
dude
Elayne
EWeston
Governmentality
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!)
late
Lil
lily
llanwydd
Merlyn
Mudhead
Nabby
nancy
pinholeF200
Rod Flash
Rufus_T_Firetween
shoes for the dead
tildatoo
timpre
Zooky Fogg
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