||||||||| Catherwood re-enters the Waiting Room and explains "This is the main discussion room which is logged each night."
||||||||| Catherwood announces, "The time is 4:32 AM - I now declare Thursday's chat log for April 03, 2025 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| 8:00 PM: Tweeny jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
||||||||| New notice: '** WE'RE GLAD YOU MADE IT!! **
The Firesign Chat & Show starts at 7pm Eastern/6pm Central/5pm Mountain/4pm Pacific
Tonight: From the FOOLS IN SPACE radio broadcasts “Preview Episode”
https://firesigntheatre.bandcamp.com/album/fools-in-space
A Cat Mini-Collage “Shots Fired” plus a new Cat Collage “Vegas 25”
And from LIVE AT THE MAGIC MUSHROOM “The Séance”
https://firesigntheatre.com/store/firesign-theatre-the-firesign-theatre-live-at-the-magic-mushroom-paperback-book-dvd-rom-disc
Listen to the 256k stream at: http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/rfd2 or the 16k stream at: http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/rfd1
This show is archived at www.kurtericson.net/firesign | Cat’s collage archive is at www.kurtericson.net/cat'
||||||||| At 8:00 PM, Tweeny vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, April 03, 2025 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!" -- then he looks around at the empty room, looks at his watch, and mumbles "...am I early?"
||||||||| Outside, the 8:00 PM bus from Hellmouth pulls away, leaving Deputy Dang coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
||||||||| "8:00 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Deputy Dang, who then hurries out through the french doors and down through the garden.
||||||||| 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 Tweeny gets out at 8:00 PM.
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Deputy Dang inside, makes a note of the time (8:00 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Deputy Dang: Howdy, Tweeny!
||||||||| "8:00 PM? 8:00 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Cease should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Cease enters and sits on the couch.
Cease: Hi all
Cease: lots of new stuff today
Tweeny: Howdy folks
Cease: you're here today, tween?
Deputy Dang: Howdy, Cease!
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Cease: Hi Dang
Tweeny: They asked me to work today, but when I was riding my scooter home from the repair shop it stalled out :/
Cease: wow
Tweeny: grrrrrrr
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:00 PM and Beet waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Tweeny: Yeah, the electrical system is apparently still screwed up from the recent vandalism
Beet: Good Evening, Friends!
Tweeny: Yo Beet
Cease: Beet
||||||||| Outside, the 8:00 PM crosstown bus from Elmertown pulls away, leaving llanwydd coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Tweeny: Hey llan
Cease: llan
llanwydd: good evening dear friends
Deputy Dang: Howdy, Beet! Howdy, llanwydd!
Beet: Hi, Tweeny, Cease Deputy, llan.
llanwydd: good minds think alike beet
llanwydd: fools in space sounds familiar
Beet: Glad to be in the club.
Cease: small club
Tweeny: XM Radio shows release >> https://firesigntheatre.bandcamp.com/album/fools-in-space
llanwydd: when I became obssesed with fst back in the seventies I had no idea I had so much to listen to
Deputy Dang: I don't remember hearing Fools In Space before.
llanwydd: ust what I meant dang
llanwydd: just
Cease: you can lisfen forever, llan
||||||||| Catherwood interjects: "I had to think for a minute ... what cruel game was he playing?"
Tweeny: This is from the end of Bride Of Firesign, of course
||||||||| Catherwood interjects: "A stiff idiot is the worst kind."
llanwydd: true, cat
||||||||| Catherwood interjects: "Scene 3 - Take 600"
Tweeny: I love the parody of PBS's Antiques Roadshow
Cease: never saw he show but appreciate the vibe
Tweeny: ANTIQUES ROADSHOW - https://www.pbs.org/wgbh/roadshow/
llanwydd: am having hand surgery tomorrow morning
llanwydd: maybe I can play the guitar again
Beet: Did you play guitar before?
llanwydd: rather well, beet
Beet: cool
llanwydd: classical style
Beet: Good luck towards a successful procedure.
llanwydd: thanks
Tweeny: Yeah, hope it works out well llan :-)
Cease: i was in a resrtauerantr with him in vegas
Tweeny gets a surgical procedure so he can play like Rick Wakeman
Cease: he had a bunch of people with him, but his voice was far too easy to hear
llanwydd: lol, tween
Cease: i had to re connect from Canada.glad i can still do that
Cease: i'm a canadian writer
llanwydd: well my trouble is I have a couple of tiny shards of glass in my left hand from an accident a few years ago and it causes a dull pain occasionally
Cease: bummer
llanwydd: I am having them removed
Deputy Dang: Definitely get them to make it exciting pain.
Cease: my arfm was supposed to be all fixed by now. nope
||||||||| Catherwood interjects: "What's all this brou-ha-ha?"
llanwydd: still having touble, cat? sorry to hear
llanwydd: trouble
Cease: it inches better
llanwydd: good
Cease: i
Cease: i'm pretty happy, if only because i'm constantly creating
Beet: Hope both of you return to normalcy soon.
Cease: normal, meaning no pain, or no ideas?
Beet: No pain. Even surgery can't touch good ideas.
Cease: true
llanwydd: this music reminds me of old universal monster movies
llanwydd: be tracked by your radio. lol
Cease: is dave sucking from a bong here?
llanwydd: sounds like it
llanwydd: reminds me of a bong effect that dave did on giant rat. anybody know what I am toking about?
llanwydd: I swear that was a typo but I decided to leave it alone
Cease: good
llanwydd: dave, as Flotsam said "oh, I say..." with the familiar sound of a throatful of bong smoke
llanwydd: I would rather listen to fst than robin williams
Cease: me too
Beet: As talented as he was, Robin was often too manic for me.
Deputy Dang: That's a good way of putting it.
Tweeny: lots of 'Peruvian cocoa powder' ;)
llanwydd: call the police in the morning. morbid reference
llanwydd: I read giant rat in the big mysery joke book before I ever heard firesign
Cease: i do not understand how robin, a beloved person like bourdain, would find death preferable to that. but maybe such things are not understandable
llanwydd: I think his manic humo compensated for a deep seated depression
llanwydd: humor
Cease: males sense
Cease: i havew a trillionth of his talent as a writer of funny stuff, but that's enough for me
||||||||| Catherwood interjects: "How does he make his voice do that?"
Beet: Some say it was a shot at a unique pleasure tactic gone wrong.
Cease: you mean the coke?
Cease: or borudain?
Beet: suffocation
Cease: right. one does not know
Cease: i think robin fucked himself with coke, and even had a good joke about it.
||||||||| 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..
llanwydd: cool
Deputy Dang: It's the bees and spiders again!
llanwydd: this is from matching tie and handkerchief
Beet: Well, gotta go. This was fun as usual. Have a good weekend. G'Nite.
llanwydd: I had that when I was a kid
Deputy Dang: G'nite, Beet!
Cease: by beet
llanwydd: nite beet