A Firesign Chat
06/08/2017




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||||||||| Catherwood re-enters the Waiting Room and explains "This is the main discussion room which is logged each night."
||||||||| Catherwood announces, "The time is 4:33 AM - I now declare Thursday's chat log for June 08, 2017 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and DJTweeny falls out at 7:39 PM.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 8 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| 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
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||||||||| 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)
128k at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k for dial-up users at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u
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||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and announces "Announcing 'Rufus_T_Firetween', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:32 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
||||||||| 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 NancyKat plummets into the garden at 8:33 PM.
DJTweeny: Nancy!
NancyKat: Hello, DjTweeny an' Rufus!
NancyKat: Weirdly Cool enough, my real name IS Susan...
DJTweeny: haha
NancyKat: Although, when I hear Underhill, I hear a thinly veiled Sidhe refrence
NancyKat: So, what's on the menu for tonight, oh Lord Dj?
DJTweeny: Bride and Live At The Ash Grove
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "8:38 PM and late as usual, it's TimmMcCoy.com, just back from Billville."
NancyKat: AHHH! I've never heard those. Neat, Neat, Neat...
TimmMcCoy.com: ELLO ELLO ELLO!
DJTweeny: Yo Timm
TimmMcCoy.com: YO TWEENY!
DJTweeny: You've never heard The Bride Of Firesign, Nancy?
||||||||| New notice: '** WE'RE GLAD YOU MADE IT!! **
Currently playing: warm up music (Bridal Music)
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)
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NancyKat: I've heard OF, just haven't heard them.
DJTweeny: I always play it for Halloween
NancyKat: AHhh...kk...is this Chad and Jeremy?
DJTweeny: That was Steeleye Span
||||||||| 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."
NancyKat: Weird...had that sound. LOL...haven't heard a SS song in a long time.
DJTweeny: This is Dion
DJTweeny: next tune is BB King & Eric Clapton
||||||||| "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!"
||||||||| 8:47 PM: EWeston jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
DJTweeny: Hi EW
EWeston: Happy evening Tweeny Nancycat and Timm
TimmMcCoy.com: Ello EW!
NancyKat: Hi, EW an' Timm!
EWeston: How's the life of Timm this week?
EWeston: This sounds Clapton propelled
DJTweeny: from the album Riding With The King w/BB & Clapton
EWeston: Yah the vocals sounded familiar too. But I couldn't put a name on him
NancyKat: LOL-are we going to hear White Wedding?
TimmMcCoy.com: Getting better EW, dealing with depression butmaking music still! http://www.timmmccoy.com/beer.html <---NEW SONG!
DJTweeny: Will have to check that out after the show :)
||||||||| "8:59 PM? 8:59 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Beet should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Beet enters and sits on the couch.
Beet: Evening folks.
||||||||| Ralph Spoilsport drives in through the door and says "Buy a new or used T-shirt from the Firesign Theatre Cafepress store! Hurry before this sentence ends!"
DJTweeny: Just bought an old Emu Vintage Keys module to play with
DJTweeny: Hey Beet
TimmMcCoy.com: HERE WE GO!
DJTweeny: Samples of lots of great old synths, samples from Keith's Moog
Beet: Yo DJ
||||||||| New notice: '** WE'RE GLAD YOU MADE IT!! **
WELCOME TO THE FIRESIGN CHAT
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||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, June 08, 2017 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
||||||||| Outside, the 9:00 PM uptown bus from North Carolina pulls away, leaving rebozoette coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
rebozoette: Beet DJTweeny EWeston NancyKat TimmMcCoy.com hellllloooo
DJTweeny: Yo rebozo
Beet: Hi rebo
rebozoette: hows rhe funway
EWeston: Pretty tasty Timm. I'll listen to it again later with my bass strapped on
rebozoette: we can go without go
EWeston: Oh hiya Rebozottee, an the Beet
Beet: Evening Mr EW
rebozoette: feet
||||||||| 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!"
NancyKat: YAY Dinosaurs!
rebozoette: speak it now
NancyKat: rebozo, Beet!
EWeston: Just let me put down this entrenching tool, an I'll show you mr.,,
||||||||| New notice: '** WE'RE GLAD YOU MADE IT!! **
Currently playing: Firesign’s “THE BRIDE OF FIRESIGN”
128k stream at: http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or 16k at: http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u
check out BRIDE at http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=bof-rv
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Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “THE BRIDE OF FIRESIGN” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=bof-ln
rebozoette: haha
Beet: Hi Nancy!
DJTweeny: I guess Mr. Cat must be in Paris playing 'Dodge The Hammer'
Beet: Wherever you go, there it is.
EWeston: I'm over in the corner chorkling
EWeston: What to do?
Beet: chorkle
rebozoette: gurfuffel
EWeston: Assume the position, I'm still on top here
Beet: On top IS the position
EWeston: So a good assumption then.
Beet: Everything is automatic after that.
rebozoette: put it back in 4orth
EWeston: But I'm a five on the floor kinda guy
||||||||| "9:18 PM? 9:18 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) enters and sits at the bar.
EWeston: HS yowser
NancyKat: Kerfluffles
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Why Hello, Dear Heads!
rebozoette: halo
EWeston: Horus
NancyKat: Mr. Stones, I presume...?
DJTweeny: Hemlock!
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Horus, EWeston? I was taught to worship only Mesopotamian gods.
rebozoette: low ball
Beet: yo stones
rebozoette: unicornie
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “THE BRIDE OF FIRESIGN” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=bof-ln
EWeston: Zoroster, Isis, Magog?
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:22 PM and Merlyn waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
DJTweeny: Hey Merlyn
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Hello Nancy! Hello DJTweeny! Hello Beet! I must make my visitation brief as I am myself undergoing a visitation--the aliens have landed in my backyard! Again!
EWeston: Googt evening Merlyn
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): DJ, I was taught to worship Ishtar.
Beet: Hi Merl
EWeston: Those aliens. Always subject to repeating themselves
DJTweeny: Did they say you had to learn to play the piano, Stones?
EWeston: Never thought the announce was TG
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Which reminds me... I have to clean off my Ziggarat--it's got huge weeds growing all over it. My Mesopotamian friends call them "The Hanging Gardens," or something like that.
NancyKat: Merl!
EWeston: Never warmed to sun baked bricks
Merlyn: hey all
||||||||| llanwydd enters at 9:26 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and scurries off to the Haberdashery Barn.
NancyKat: Tweeny-I HAVE heard this before-I just didn't know the name of the ablumn...
llanwydd: good evening dear friends
EWeston: Ilan
NancyKat: Amanda hugnkiss
EWeston: Chesty Hunnyhugger
DJTweeny: Hey llan
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “THE BRIDE OF FIRESIGN” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=bof-ln
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Actually, DJ, I they DID say that I had to learn the piano. So I started with John Thompson and worked my way up to Goldberg Variations, late Beethoven, and Chopin Etudes. I am trying to get them all back into my fingers.
DJTweeny: cool Stones :)
rebozoette: recalculating
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
NancyKat: Weirdly enough, i left a spinich pizza (in the package) under my mom's bed when i was a kid...I forget why I did it...
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Dr. Happy Harry Cox says “I was right about the comet! Check out my new DVD set EVERYTHING YOU KNOW IS WRONG: The Declassified Firesign Theatre 1968-1975 before it’s too late!!” >> http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php
EWeston: Set them on some dry ice first.
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): How has everyone been? I haven't spoken with you since Donald Rump took office.
Beet: hi llan
llanwydd: very cool stones. I took piano lessons many years ago but coundnt afford a piano
DJTweeny: Doing well, thanks Stones, any yerself?
DJTweeny: *and
EWeston: I shifted 2 cubic yards of gravel, by hand Monday. Still a bit sore
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Hi Ilan. Never give up the piano; get an electronic keyboard if you can. But nothing beats acoustic.
DJTweeny: that's a lot of rocks
llanwydd: what did your mom say, nancy?
Beet: Draw the keys on a piece of cardboard
EWeston: I've got a lot of dirt/gravel driveway
llanwydd: I play classical guitar, stones. Im trying to get ferdinand carulli back in in my fingers
Beet: Draw the frets on a piece of cardboard.
llanwydd: dont need to beet. I have a spanish guitar
Beet: Ah, very good.
NancyKat: llanwydd-Oh, i'm sure I got in trouble, but I g=forget the details.
EWeston: Some, You done my brain in, by the Bonzo's mebbe
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Check out David Ossman’s new book “MARSHMALLOWS AND DESPAIR” at www.davidossman.com
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Well E Weston, I do hope your pyramid building is going on well! Where are you going to put your Sphinx?
llanwydd: thanks, tween
||||||||| Mark Time invites you to watch and listen to Firesign’s XM Radio Performances Watch The Firesign Theatre In Action!
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Check out Phil Proctor’s newsletter “PLANET PROCTOR” at www.planetproctor.com
llanwydd: catherwood, get us a vodka tonic with orange
||||||||| Catherwood gets us a vodka tonic with orange.
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Well Dear Freuds, I must be going. I hope to have a longer session later! Best wishes from Boulder!
EWeston: Due to a typing error they sent me a Splinx instead. We're keeping it in the garage for now
DJTweeny: Keep it real, Stones
Beet: I think I prefer a Margarita, Catherwood. Can you get me one?
||||||||| Catherwood gets Beet one.
Beet: Thanks
EWeston: The covttee cocktail Vodka and orange pop
rebozoette: knocked off lol
llanwydd: never tried that one, wes
llanwydd: dont like pop anyway
EWeston: Maybe with some honey sweetened pop
llanwydd: except monterey pop.
llanwydd: great film great concert
EWeston: Yah I gave it up last year myself. cut off alocohol a decades ago
rebozoette: roasty toasty
EWeston: Flambey
rebozoette: equal parts burnt and gummy
EWeston: And carmalized in the middle
||||||||| 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: funny you mentioned flambe. I tried it for the first time just the day before yesterday. I ruined a lighter
llanwydd: the bananas foster came out wonderful anyway
llanwydd: I tried doing it with a lighter and accidentally touched it to the rum sauce
EWeston: Alcohol burns invisibly. This can be tricky
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and pipes up "Presenting 'PrincipalPoop', just granted probation at 9:46 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
DJTweeny: Hey PrincP
Beet: hi poop
EWeston: Ahoy the Pooper!
PrincipalPoop: rocky and everybody
PrincipalPoop: is that really you stones?
DJTweeny: He's already told us he had to leave, P :/
NancyKat: Poop!
DJTweeny: and yes it was
PrincipalPoop: but was it him? any news of honey?
PrincipalPoop: smooch nancykat
EWeston: She's still on the run
NancyKat: Awww!
PrincipalPoop: I would expect nothing less of a Sanchez
EWeston: Thighs like grapefruits fer shur
PrincipalPoop: I am just trying to make rebozoette jealous
||||||||| 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!"
PrincipalPoop: Nixon liked thunder thighs and martinis
EWeston: Big ol big ol big ol thighs
PrincipalPoop: exactly lol
rebozoette: ari gato
PrincipalPoop: Who?
llanwydd: anybody remember KEYWORD?
PrincipalPoop: You mean Password?
DJTweeny: I've tried them at the site, they work
PrincipalPoop: another flimsy white bernoose
Beet: I tried a few. Must've done something wrong.
PrincipalPoop: is stones going to be coming back? next week or so?
DJTweeny: maybe can ask Merlyn about that
NancyKat: There is NOT enough alcohol in this coffee for me to deal with what My Daughter just said...
EWeston: ??
Beet: What'd she say?
PrincipalPoop: She;s not your daughter, rats, that does not work with moms...
llanwydd: too late to be drinking coffee, nancy
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "9:56 PM and late as usual, it's Not Ed, just back from Funfun Town."
llanwydd: hi not
Not Ed: Pork?
EWeston: The Not set is complete, now
Not Ed: Hey llan
PrincipalPoop: oh tweeny, did you get a gig doing radio ads for a hardware store in bellingham, wa. I swear it was your voice...
Not Ed: Hi Tweeny
rebozoette: yeah for yeah
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Johan Amadeus Myjetski close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 9:57 PM tree-stunting plans, and scurries off to the vestibule.
PrincipalPoop: and just back from funfun town, showoff...
llanwydd: hey JAM
PrincipalPoop: dam it is jam
NancyKat: Poop-LOL...CHANGELING! Her dad calls her "Changelink"...I keep correcting him, buuuuuut....
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: HiYas, Llan!
NancyKat: NEVER too late for Coffee....
Not Ed: Cheers Beet, Rufus, EW, reboz, JAM, PPoop and NancyK to boot!
llanwydd: 1969 was a fun year
EWeston: JAMster
DJTweeny: BANNER: ** WE'RE GLAD YOU MADE IT!! **
Currently playing: Peter Bergman’s “TRUE CONFESSION OF THE REAL WORLD”
128k stream at: http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or 16k at: http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u
check out TRUE CONFESSIONS at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=tcotrw-rv
llanwydd: how do you sleep, nancy
Beet: Hi JAM
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: Evening P.Poop!Not, E! Everybody okay?
DJTweeny: oops...
||||||||| New notice: '** WE'RE GLAD YOU MADE IT!! **
Currently playing: Peter Bergman’s “TRUE CONFESSION OF THE REAL WORLD”
128k stream at: http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or 16k at: http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u
check out TRUE CONFESSIONS at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=tcotrw-rv
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||||||||| Around 9:59 PM, Not Ed walks off into the sunset...
PrincipalPoop: 69 69 69, why does that number seem to mean something...
EWeston: She thinks shes a demonic imposter?
Beet: OIL FATHER IN HEAVEN
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Not Ed inside, makes a note of the time (9:59 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Not Ed: Deja vu.
PrincipalPoop: not ed fell out, fall in recruit, there he is
||||||||| 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!"
NancyKat: llanwydd-usually in my bed...but i'm not going to sleep anytime soon....
EWeston: 30 be thy wieght
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
NancyKat: Jammyjamjamjam
Beet: yo ed
llanwydd: lol nancy
Not Ed is still falling.
rebozoette: it went in the collection box
PrincipalPoop: sober and motivated hah
Not Ed: Great to hear Bergman's voice
EWeston: I think everything is falling, its othrodox
PrincipalPoop: disk problems, ouch ewww
Not Ed: Hey Beet
Not Ed: Slipped disk?
Beet: Did you plug in the femail?
PrincipalPoop: care you do not post pron in the chat tween lool
llanwydd: ash grove! cool
rebozoette: tweeny is rootin the treasure box
Not Ed: True that EW
rebozoette: file it under there
PrincipalPoop: rootin tootin
||||||||| "Hey Not Ed!" ... Not Ed turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 10:02 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
EWeston: Dark energy may have something to say about falling. It should speak up.
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 10:02 PM, dragging Not Ed by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this idiot?"
Not Ed: Heheh Hi
DJTweeny: Hi Not Ed
PrincipalPoop: no vouchers accepted, only tokens
EWeston: Oh! It's you!
||||||||| New notice: '** WE'RE GLAD YOU MADE IT!! **
Now playing: a DOMM Let’s Eat broadcast “LIVE AT THE ASH GROVE”
128k stream at: http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or 16k at: http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u
check out DUKE OF MADNESS MOTORS at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php?audio#DUKEOFPFTFTJ
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NancyKat: I wonder how the British elections went...
Not Ed has been ingesting too much road apple red.
Not Ed: Hi Tween!
EWeston: Tories lost
NancyKat: Het, NotEd!
PrincipalPoop: road apple red, that reminds me, is cat in france?
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Peter Bergman’s “TRUE CONFESSIONS OF THE REAL WORLD” Here >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=tcotrw-rv
Not Ed: Hey NancyK!
EWeston: He's being Frank with them
rebozoette: world it
NancyKat: EW-HMMMM.....tories are Conservative and Labour is ~Dem right?
Not Ed: It-World
PrincipalPoop: He should be Ernest.
NancyKat: I remember something about Whigs as well...
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about DUKE OF MADNESS MOTORS - Every Firesign Theatre radio broadcast from the "Dear Friends" era (1970-1972) >> http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php?audio#DUKEOFPFTFTJ
EWeston: Yup. Their voters got tired of being lied to, about Brexit. Wish our voters would get tired of being lied to.
Not Ed: Dr. ahhhh ummm
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: There was a song by Steppenwolf "Better Tighten Up Your Whig"...
PrincipalPoop: We love lies, hence all the commercial tv
EWeston: Quite a shingle there doctor
NancyKat: EW-Indeed!
PrincipalPoop: Living off residuals oh my
Not Ed: Commercial news is historical fiction.
Not Ed: Resids!
NancyKat: Meow!
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: Alt-History, Not Ed
PrincipalPoop: woof woof
Not Ed: And notice, it's history not herstory, huh? Huh?
Not Ed: arf
PrincipalPoop: so the tories are not histories anymore?
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: Actuallyy, there's lots of her-sotries in his-stories...
EWeston: Itstory would never make it in the south. Where would it go to the bathroom?
Not Ed: Where's Cat 2 nite?
EWeston: France
PrincipalPoop: yes, I asked that and was ignored.
Not Ed: Absolutely right on JAM
PrincipalPoop: ahh tres bien. voila, merci,
Not Ed: Ahhh France.....
Not Ed: Never PPoop
llanwydd: I heard about this
Not Ed: catherwood give everyone whale meat
||||||||| Catherwood gets everyone whale meat.
PrincipalPoop: I was counting on mostly not ed lol
EWeston: Land cheeses, truffles, wines, and pigs man.
NancyKat: Bleh
PrincipalPoop: yum ambergris
Not Ed: /yeah blech.
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: always get teary eyed when they sing les marsellis in Casablanca...
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: misspelled that
PrincipalPoop: is that the song he tells sam to play again?
EWeston: Catherwood drop a whale on everybody
||||||||| Catherwood walks alongside EWeston and says "Stop typing gibberish, EWeston!"
EWeston: He could just say he's out of whales
PrincipalPoop: how do you knock on a tent?
NancyKat: Phish Oyl...
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Dr. Happy Harry Cox says “I was right about the comet! Check out my new DVD set EVERYTHING YOU KNOW IS WRONG: The Declassified Firesign Theatre 1968-1975 before it’s too late!!” >> http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php
EWeston: You make fun of it.
DJTweeny: It's like the Doll Drop, except heavier, man
EWeston: Wider too.
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
PrincipalPoop: how can a virgin be extra virgin?
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: If Catherwood is out of Wales, he must be in England...
||||||||| Catherwood walks over to Johan Amadeus Myjetski and mumbles "Would you like something?"
EWeston: I can never find compromised olive oil
PrincipalPoop: lool
Beet: She has a sister
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: Beet would know...
rebozoette: poop
PrincipalPoop: tit for tat
EWeston: Ah that makes it all klear
Not Ed: you can't say tit on the internet anymore
Beet: I wish
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: lol!
Beet: You can say , "Door KNOCKER"
Not Ed: arm rustling
PrincipalPoop: I can't say tit?
llanwydd: this cant be 1969 if it has a dwarfs quote
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: Deer knockers
Not Ed: arm wranglers
Not Ed: no they will put you in high security prizzen
DJTweeny: 11/15/70
PrincipalPoop: Headlights?
EWeston: Someone said fuck over the radio in vietnam once. The censor imediately asked,"Who said fuck!". Several other folks repeated the question.
llanwydd: aha
Not Ed: Ya '70
llanwydd: thats a funny story, wes
Beet: lol
DJTweeny: why it's on the DOMM collection (1970-1972)
PrincipalPoop: ahh in the 70s, a different kettle of fish
EWeston: Or a different cup of cuttlefish
PrincipalPoop: a different ahh oh well
EWeston: More tentacles!
||||||||| Catherwood enters with DrMemory close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 10:21 PM tree-stunting plans, and hurries off to the vestibule.
PrincipalPoop: bring back high waisted pants for women
DrMemory: Hello Room
Beet: evening dr
||||||||| 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."
rebozoette: sucker for suckers
EWeston: Doc I got this twinge in my frontal cortex
PrincipalPoop: It hurts when I do this doc.
DrMemory: The Doctor is ON
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: Hi Mem
NancyKat: Hello, Dr. Memory!
DrMemory: Hello Johan
DJTweeny: hello DrMemory
DrMemory: Seems a lil slow tonight.
DrMemory: Is everyone digesting Mr. comey's testimony?
PrincipalPoop: I have not seen lil but I got here a little late
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about DUKE OF MADNESS MOTORS - Every Firesign Theatre radio broadcast from the "Dear Friends" era (1970-1972) >> http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php?audio#DUKEOFPFTFTJ
DJTweeny: DrMemory: Is everyone digesting Mr. comey's testimony? << I'd rather not
EWeston: There's some hard spinnin goin on in the alt-rt media sources
DJTweeny: Lil hasn't been here the last couple of weeks
rebozoette: and it was
DrMemory: The room seems a little Ruth less, too
PrincipalPoop: what was?
PrincipalPoop: sure but we are care free
EWeston: Well when we made fun of her little dog...
PrincipalPoop: busted the laugh-a-graph
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: That little boy dropped his bananas
EWeston: Irony instrumentation is under a lot of stress these days
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Beet: Makes you wonder about the general intelligence of our elected representatives.
PrincipalPoop: oh irony, I read ivory and your sentence made no sense
DJTweeny doesn't wonder about their intelligence at all
DrMemory: Alas, I must get Back to the shadows again. Fairwell, Dear Friends
Beet: I guess it is pretty obvious after all.
||||||||| DrMemory leaves to catch the 10:28 PM train to Billville.
EWeston: I miss the ivory and bakelite instruments of our past
DJTweeny: good to see you DrM
Beet: So long, memory.
PrincipalPoop: farting is such peat tomorrow
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: Catherwood, wonder about the general intelligence of our elected officials.
||||||||| Catherwood walks right past Johan Amadeus Myjetski
EWeston: Goomby Doc
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: Nite Doc!
EWeston: Ook!
PrincipalPoop: 2 shilowets on the shade?
||||||||| The TV flickers on, and Ralph Spoilsport appears: "How can you drive in two places at once when you don't have a genuine Ralph Spoilsport license plate frame? Get one for your car and one for the plate in your head!"
EWeston: Eek!
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: We're cruisin' with Reuben & the Jets
||||||||| 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!"
NancyKat: EEP OOP ORK AHAH!
rebozoette: redic que less
PrincipalPoop: do wop do wop ohhhhh
rebozoette: shag it
||||||||| Catherwood enters and asks "Is there anythynge you want? By that I mean Anythynge You Want To, Shakespeare's Lost paperback Comedie in pre-electronic book form!"
EWeston: Ciloettes
llanwydd: well, Im getting tired. see you all next week
PrincipalPoop: ha ha hee hee ho ho to the funny farm I will go
||||||||| llanwydd dashes out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's llanwydd?! It's 10:32 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
EWeston: A good ret to you Ilan
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: Nite Llad! Sleep well...
PrincipalPoop: night llan
EWeston: s, insert as needed
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: Or 'n' ibid op cit
PrincipalPoop: shag it shaggy
Beet: Nite llan
EWeston: An unshakable source there JAM
PrincipalPoop: can I start with an i before I try to insert an s
EWeston: You can put training wheels on it if that spins your eye
rebozoette: weenie weenies
PrincipalPoop: teeny weeny teeny weeny
rebozoette: lol
EWeston: Beenie ween,...?
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: Can we still say 'weenie' on the internet?
PrincipalPoop: teeny + weeny = tweeny
EWeston: Yes but only in an animalistic context
NancyKat: hot doggies.
Beet: Enjoy free speech while you still can.
PrincipalPoop: the hunds of duch
Beet: Hello NSA guy
NancyKat: Beet-and free porn...
EWeston: Vegitable weenies are an abomination, or Cleveland.
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: How much chicken could a chicken-chucker chuck, if a chicken chucker could chuck chicken?
||||||||| 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!"
PrincipalPoop: trick question, the answer is Col,. Sanders.
EWeston: Before or after the existencial crsis?
NancyKat: We can put on some Gay German Hobbit Scat Porn for the NSA Guy...
PrincipalPoop: Yes Please!!!!!
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: Oh, Nancy!
EWeston: The things those little buggers get up to, and down for.
||||||||| Captain Equinox flies in through the transom, landing on the bearskin rug. "Attention, solstice squad! After working a 12-hour day, I like to kick back and swill some juice out of a genuine Firesign coffee mug or Bear Whiz Beer stein!"
Beet: Is that a category on YouPorn?
PrincipalPoop: Gud Gud yavowel
NancyKat: JAM-Long story...Beet-Rule 34...
NancyKat: Poop-No Yavowel-MYvowel!
rebozoette: be not taken aback
PrincipalPoop: yours or mine it will be ours
NancyKat: Poop-For Ours and hours/
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: Broken commercials
PrincipalPoop: I am not as young as I used to be and so yes
Not Ed: What?
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: We raised the level of our home with this collection!
EWeston: The First Church of the Sexy Back
PrincipalPoop: Sciata?
Not Ed: I'll bet, JAM
rebozoette: the backs connected to the head bone
PrincipalPoop: don't forget the neck bone
EWeston: Yes bring your back rash too!
Not Ed: I love that song -I'm halucinating right now
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
NancyKat: Scoliosis...
PrincipalPoop: lumbago, limbo up
NancyKat: Sciatica?
PrincipalPoop: gesundheit
EWeston: Happy lumbago. Sad Lumbago
rebozoette: no neck for you
Not Ed: Teaneck
PrincipalPoop: I have not necked in years. I forget how
EWeston: Quansethutneck Virginia
Not Ed: It's just like riding a bike
NancyKat: Poop-Well, first you bite her...
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: "save the bones for Henry Jones, 'cos Henry don't eat no meat"
PrincipalPoop: keep peddling no matter what?
Not Ed: Pedal to the mettle
PrincipalPoop: and his wife could eat no lean
PrincipalPoop: like putting salt on the tail of a bird?
EWeston: Foot to the muddle
Not Ed: Incomprehensible. (NPR)
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: Only if you hear banjo music
PrincipalPoop: foot fetish much?
||||||||| New notice: '** THANKS FOR LISTENING, ALL! **
Thanks to Radio Free Dishnuts, 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
Listen to my show archives and ARCHIVES FOR FIRESIGN CHAT SHOWS at: www.kurtericson.com/txroadkill/roadkillshow
'
Not Ed has a fetish fetish.
NancyKat: Poop-LOL...
EWeston: Only in the month's with an R in them
Not Ed: Hey thank you Tweeny!
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: Catherwood, give everyone a foot fetisch
||||||||| Catherwood hands everyone a foot fetisch.
PrincipalPoop: it is a fun word to say, fast or slow, fetish
EWeston: I like to put a size 18 boot on my head
NancyKat: Fangs, Tweeny!
NancyKat: JAM-I already got a few, don't knead more...lol...
PrincipalPoop: only white men in the cia can go
Not Ed uses a large vibrating egg.
rebozoette: how many tales
PrincipalPoop: toes and shrimping?
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: Grateful gratitudes, Tweeny, E, Nancy, Not, Poop, rebozo, beet, et al! THANKS!!
EWeston: Eggs got tails?
Not Ed: JAM, stay groovy
PrincipalPoop: yes thanks tweeny weenie
NancyKat: EW-Negs and L'eggs...
DJTweeny: lol
EWeston: By JAM fly true
PrincipalPoop: far out
NancyKat: Tween Team...?
PrincipalPoop: don ameche nice mustache
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: Johnson & Johson are band-aids
EWeston: Yah when you trip over the saxaphone
NancyKat: mew.
PrincipalPoop: tripping again eh
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: lol, E!
Not Ed: Pork?
Not Ed: Later all! Must hit the road. Oof!
PrincipalPoop: I enjoyed myself, I should make you clean it up...
Beet: Thanks to everyone. Thanks Dr. Tween. G'Nite.
PrincipalPoop: beet can't be beet
EWeston: Can it play a C scale? Bye an love to all youse.
NancyKat: *HUGGS* To all.
rebozoette: DJTweeny EWeston Johan Amadeus Myjetski NancyKat Not Ed PrincipalPoop lovely laughs thanks
DJTweeny: Thanks for listening, all… See you next week, same Firetime, same Firestation...
||||||||| 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!"
||||||||| PrincipalPoop departs at 10:56 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
DJTweeny: Until last time, again...
Merlyn: bye tween, tx again
||||||||| Merlyn rushes off, saying "10:59 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
||||||||| 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:
||||||||| Not Ed - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| It's 11:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| DJTweeny - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| It's 11:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Johan Amadeus Myjetski - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| It's 11:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Rufus_T_Firetween - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| 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..
||||||||| It's 12:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| It's 12:25 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| NancyKat - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| It's 12:40 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| rebozoette - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| It's 12:55 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| TimmMcCoy.com - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 1 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| It's 1:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Beet - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| It's 1:25 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| EWeston - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood enters, and announces to all and sundry "It's 4:32 AM, time to change the log file and clean out unused rooms; please exit the chat room for a minute or two. Thank you for your patience."


The Evening's Participants:
Beet
DJTweeny
DrMemory
EWeston
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!)
Johan Amadeus Myjetski
llanwydd
Merlyn
NancyKat
Not Ed
PrincipalPoop
rebozoette
Rufus_T_Firetween
TimmMcCoy.com
URL References:
http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php
http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php?audio#DUKEOFPFTFTJ
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=bof-ln
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=bof-rv
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=tcotrw-rv
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u
www.davidossman.com
www.dishnuts.net
www.firesigntheatre.com
www.kurtericson.com/txroadkill/roadkillshow
www.planetproctor.com
http://www.timmmccoy.com/beer.html



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