Weekly Firesign Chat Cheese Log

A Firesign Chat
08/07/2008

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 August 07, 2008 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 Frebroiled gets out at 7:18 AM.
Frebroiled: Back from the shadows again!
Out where an In-jun’s your friend!
Where the veg’tables are green,
And you can pee into the stream!
Yes, we’re back from the Shadows again!
Frebroiled:

We’re goin’ back to the Shadows again!
Out where an Indian’s your friend!
Where the vegetables are green,
And you can pee right into the stream!
(And that’s important!)
We’re back from the Shadows again!

Doors close in five seconds.
||||||||| 7:22 AM -- Frebroiled left for parts unknown. (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
||||||||| Catherwood ushers ah,clem into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 8:41 PM, then departs.
||||||||| New CNI streaming notice: '"a few minutes with FireSign Theater" at about 9 eastern'
||||||||| ah,clem leaves to catch the 8:49 PM train to Miami.
||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and announces "Announcing 'ah,clem', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:55 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room...
||||||||| Mudhead enters at 8:56 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and hurries off to the Hat Pack Annex.
ah,clem: and about time too
Mudhead: been sittin onna side
ah,clem: running your request
Mudhead: Ive never heard this before
ah,clem: this is fighting clowns
ah,clem: enjoy
Mudhead: what year is tthis from?
ah,clem: 1980
ah,clem: 1980
||||||||| "9:00 PM? 9:00 PM!!" says Catherwood, "cease should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as cease enters and sits in front of the fireplace.
Mudhead: ahh, I was asleep
ah,clem: hi Cat
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, August 07, 2008 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
Mudhead: Hiya Kat
cease: hi mud, clem
cease: i turned cni on but it just went off
Mudhead: Whens the last time you updated your clock Catherwood?
||||||||| Catherwood says "It's 9:01 PM, precisely!"
Mudhead: no its 9:08 Catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood strides up to Mudhead and says "Stop typing gibberish, Mudhead!"
ah,clem: looks like we are on from here, Cat
cease: i'll try to reconnect
Mudhead: I can hear from hear
ah,clem: it's clowns, by request
cease: there it is
Mudhead: er, here from here
Mudhead: er...
Mudhead: hear from ear
||||||||| Catherwood leads Principalpoop into the room, accepts an I.O.U. as a gratuity, grumbles something about 9:04 PM, then departs.
Mudhead: Ello pp
Principalpoop: hulow
cease: not one of my faves, but bad firesign beats no firesign anyday
cease: hi poop
ah,clem: hi PP
Principalpoop: i like this song
Mudhead: Id never heard it cat
cease: the lads really do like to sing
Mudhead: so I axed
cease: like the marx brothers
Principalpoop: what is the rod?
Mudhead: I like to sing
Mudhead: when I know the lyrics, but I get confused
ah,clem: later we will visit Weirdly Cool, cat
Principalpoop: bic, zippo and ciggie
cease: not enough drugs, mud
cease: great choice, clem
Mudhead: oops, thanx fer the reminder
cease: i havent watched it nearly enough
||||||||| Outside, the 9:06 PM uptown bus from Elmertown pulls away, leaving llanwydd coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Principalpoop: hi llan
cease: for my upcomiong trip i'm thinking of taking all things firesign to listen to in the car
cease: hi llan
llanwydd: howdy folks
cease: i have to make some more cds for long car trip
ah,clem: love the concept of watching movies on the radio, as you, and the 4 or 5 know
Principalpoop: nuclear waaaar
cease: i used this music as background for some footage i shot at the canadian war museum a couple summers ago
cease: thats how they started. their first "gig" was pretending to show movies on the radio
Principalpoop: i heard of one they did by jean-claud jean-claud
Principalpoop: a sequel to 2001, 2002 something
Principalpoop: how is llan
cease: everyone get the news about the box of danger set coming out in sept
Principalpoop: groovy
Mudhead: re-groovy
ah,clem: sounds dangerous
llanwydd: llan is fine, last I spoke to him
ah,clem: lol
Mudhead: Solomon & Solomon haha
Principalpoop: what did he do to get fined?
llanwydd: how many CDs is the box set?
Principalpoop: for sure
ah,clem: are in the boxed set... lol
Mudhead: The FCc doesnt impose fines, the impliment profanity taxes
llanwydd: I'm so sorry
cease: 4. i think its on the firesign site. tweeny sent it to me. maybe its on the laughfactory site or whatever its called
ah,clem: oh crap
Principalpoop: yes ahh, clem?
cease: i see down under danger is NOT on it, however
Principalpoop: crap is a pet name for poop
ah,clem: profanity taxes
||||||||| 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 donk gets out at 9:12 PM.
llanwydd: well, I hope I can afford it
llanwydd: howdy donk
Principalpoop: donk, come on down
ah,clem: hi Don!
Mudhead: DonK welcome
cease: donk
llanwydd: it's don k hoatie
Principalpoop: hey ray gun
Mudhead: Oh this is great!
donk: hey llam poop clem mudhead cease and all
ah,clem: it has it's moments
Mudhead: sounds like Skunk Baxter playin the git fiddle
ah,clem: hey accchmed!
cease: the premise of this is that reagan would lose against carter. how sad that didnt happen
Mudhead: yes
ah,clem: art imitates... art.
cease: yeah he's a friend of austin
llanwydd: skunk was the steely dan guy wasnt' he?
cease: or was when they made this album
llanwydd: very early dan if I'm not mistooken
cease: on the first few albums
Mudhead: Studio guitarist
Mudhead: played for LOTS of people
Mudhead: I remember him playin softball wif Frank Zappa
cease: then became some republican, i think he even ran for office
llanwydd: I'd hate to have a high profile career with that name
Principalpoop: i like the billy joel or bruce springsteen brass backup
Mudhead: Aachmeds DEAD!
cease: i heard an interview with him, about meeting gorbachev. skunk wanted to talk about missiles but gorby wanted to talk about his riffs on My Old School
Mudhead: Oh this is fine!
Principalpoop: aach de lieber august teen
Mudhead: Im gonna send this to a friend who's over thee
Principalpoop: oh afghanistan
llanwydd: save us from babylon
Principalpoop: take us too
Mudhead: Heres a shoutout to Master Sgt. Jason Cruz fightin somewhere in Afghanastan
llanwydd: I bought Fighting Clowns when it came out. I still think it's their weakest album
llanwydd: although I like Lawyers Hospital which is from the same tour
ah,clem: any fst worth a few listens
Mudhead: I'd never heard it llan, thanks for bearing with it tonight
cease: i think there's some competition for that, llan
ah,clem: it grows on ya
Principalpoop: i had a james taylor album like that, so thin the vinyl like a floppy disk
cease: very true, clem
llanwydd: I'm not bearing with it. I don't get cni
Principalpoop: like fungus
llanwydd: I'm listening to it in my mind's ear
cease: bergman once said of dyaln, if you dont like a particular tune, wait. it'll grow on you
ah,clem: they all have hidden inuendos
llanwydd: there are no bad firesign albums
cease: of course he said thatr in 68, before dylan stopped writiing good songs
ah,clem )
cease: only compared to other firesign albums, llan
Principalpoop: i ain't gonna work on maggies farm no more but I gotta serve somebody
cease: when i first heard Not Insane, i was so diaapponted. it was such a comedown from their previous works of genius. but i always found it entertaining
llanwydd: dylan was still writing good songs in the 70s
Mudhead: Go sereve at Alices Restaraunt
cease: did you see I'm NOt Here?
donk: dylan had a few bad years, but the last few years he written some great stuff
cease: not that ive heard, donk
llanwydd: Blood on the Tracks and Desire are both masterpieces
Principalpoop: how many glosses?
Principalpoop: glossies
cease: the last dyaln song i loved was Black Diamond Bay, what was that 75?
donk: yeah blood is one of my favorites
cease: from the desire album, which also included Idiot Wind i found Infinitely Tedious.
Principalpoop: is he 75 already?
llanwydd: yeah, 75. From Desire. I learned how to play Black Diamond Bay on guitar
llanwydd: Idiot Wind was not on Desire, it was on Blood on the Tracks
Principalpoop: i don't remember that album? where was I in 75?
cease: i used to memorize long dylan songs and sing them to myself while waiting for rides hitching accross canada in 71 and 73
cease: its a big country. needs Long songs
Principalpoop: so one day the ax just fell
cease: youre right, llan
cease: someone sings it on I'm Not There. kate blanchet is worth watrching as dylan in london
llanwydd: one thing I never do is hitchhike for recreation. I only do it when my car breaks down
cease: but most of the rest of it was pretty lousy
llanwydd: I hate hitchhiking
cease: it wasnt exaclty recreation, llan
llanwydd: I see
cease: memorizing firesign plays was even better
donk: i used to hitch hike a lot when i was a kid, it was the only way to get around
llanwydd: I gave a young couple a ride across vermont about a week ago
llanwydd: they were hitching from california to maine
Principalpoop: we won't tell anybody llan hehe
Mudhead: did you perform the lonely road marriage ceremony?
llanwydd: yes, I have most of the firesign theatre memorized as well
Principalpoop: bozos on the bus
Principalpoop: you are the captain of your car
Mudhead: You never hear about bus rage!
Principalpoop: that joke makes my neck itch
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "9:31 PM and late as usual, it's Dexter Fong, just back from Billville."
llanwydd: when I have to wait a half hour for anything I sometimes play a side of 2 Places in my head to relieve the tedium
cease: something about that n the local news here now
Mudhead: lol
Principalpoop: fong is bozo on this bus
llanwydd: howdy Fong!
cease: thats a really good idea, llan
Dexter Fong: Howdy Bozos
cease: its the fongster
Principalpoop: only if it is the nick danger side, if it is the other, you are insane
||||||||| 9:32 PM: H. Stones jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!"
Mudhead: The Greyounds in Canada removed their advertiasing slogan "You never hear about BUS rage" after the beheading of a carniva; worker on a bus last week
Dexter Fong: Hi Cat, don K, llan, Muddie, poop, and ah..clem
Principalpoop: speaking of tedium, here's stones
H. Stones: Greetings to all humanlings and earthnoids
llanwydd: Hey Stones!
Dexter Fong: Hi Stones
cease: thats all too often on the news here now, mud
cease: hi stones
H. Stones: i yield to your superior knowledge of tedium, Poop
Mudhead: Hita Fong n Stones, sounds like a law firm
llanwydd: I read about that. You think the guy was on drugs or something?
Principalpoop: no yielding in the fast lane
cease: this sounds like Roller Maidens
Mudhead: I dont think he was talin his meds
H. Stones: i always thought that Poop and Fong sounded like gangsta rappers
Principalpoop: i bet that headless guy will not hum on a bus again...
Dexter Fong: Grand Master Fong and MC Poop
llanwydd: actually the victim was sleeping when he was attacked
Principalpoop: what it be?
Dexter Fong: HUmming in his sleep
Principalpoop: snoring?
Principalpoop: no peanut joke? i want my money back
Mudhead: I want your money too!
Dexter Fong: Wierd...I don't remember that Carter SONG FROM Clowns
Mudhead: Yay!!!!
Principalpoop: ahh, clem mentioned you llan, take a bow
cease: it may be from elsewhere, fong
Principalpoop: you forgot donk ah, clem
llanwydd: what did you say, clem?
cease: and speakng of weird
Mudhead: I did, request that
Dexter Fong: Poop, He got Don
Mudhead: n Im proud to admit it
Principalpoop: i missed it, but ok
ah,clem: pay attention, lol
Dexter Fong: llan: He dissed you 'puter set up
llanwydd: I wonder if he pronounced it right
llanwydd: not that I would have
Principalpoop: i don't have enough cents
Mudhead: put yur thumb under yur lyrics like this
llanwydd: well, that I don't mind
llanwydd: some people have a gripe with msn
ah,clem: just enjoy the show
Dexter Fong: Thanks Clem..great!!
Principalpoop: wierdly cool coming on llan
Mudhead: ahh, another one Ive not heard
llanwydd: that's one I don't have so I can't simulcast with you, I'm afraid
ah,clem: I try Mud
Mudhead: What year is this from?
llanwydd: I'll get it before too long
Dexter Fong: Muddie: Did you see it when it was on PBS?
Mudhead: not yet
Principalpoop: i know that voice
Dexter Fong: Don't miss it if you can
Principalpoop: that voice too
Mudhead: Robin Williams
Principalpoop: the 2nd one yes
Dexter Fong: Steve Post maybe
Principalpoop: steve reed
Principalpoop: carlin
Dexter Fong: Steed Reeves
cease: ah, george carlin
Mudhead: no, the first one was the big dude from New Orleans
llanwydd: nope, that's agnes moorehead
ah,clem: that intro and a few comments were from George Carlin, a long time fan of FST
H. Stones: i am back
Principalpoop: hal holbrook?
Dexter Fong: Catherwood, morehead please
||||||||| Catherwood strides up to Dexter Fong and mumbles "Someone mention my name?"
cease: theyve outlived him. how odd
Principalpoop: get up front stones, i want to look at your ahh
llanwydd: well, carlin had heart trouble for a long time
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 9:42 PM, dragging HoneySanchez by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
Principalpoop: hola honey
HoneySanchez: Hola Amigos
Principalpoop: i will vouch for her catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood walks alongside Principalpoop and yells "Stop typing gibberish, Principalpoop!"
Dexter Fong: Catherwood, that's no bozo, that's a bozoette
||||||||| Catherwood walks alongside Dexter Fong and asks "Did you want me?"
Mudhead: Hiya Honey
llanwydd: Hey HS!
cease: hi honey
H. Stones: Hi Honey, net problems on this side of the pond
HoneySanchez: yes ! senorita bozoetta
ah,clem: "hot water heater? what the hell for? hot water don't need to be heated" < George
HoneySanchez: Yes, I gathered as much, Stones
Mudhead: Its a Rolls Canardley
H. Stones: they say that the Olympic Games may break the net
Dexter Fong: I gathered as much as I could, the I BURNED THE REST
cease: not much of a net
llanwydd: I predict mayhem
llanwydd: at the olympics, I mean
ah,clem: rolls down one hill can hardly get up the next
Dexter Fong: Not much of an Olympia
Principalpoop: augusthem
llanwydd: lol
cease: Olly?
Principalpoop: when you're not anywhere at allllll
cease: Loly?
Principalpoop: pop?
H. Stones: nearly 30 percent of net traffic is now You Tube
Principalpoop: i thought it was nigerian free money emails...
Dexter Fong: It's not 'ou Tube..it's 'ur 'ube
HoneySanchez: I remember Stones used to refer to it lovingly (not) as 'poo tube'
ah,clem: lol dex
H. Stones: no, Poop, thats only 25% plus 30% from Tween
llanwydd: rather obnoxious of the president to make those remarks and then show up at the party
llanwydd: as it were
cease: that's not a tube. it's just glad to see you
Principalpoop: the only nice motel in town
HoneySanchez: lol, cat
llanwydd: at least nixon was a little more tactful when he went to beijing
Principalpoop: maybe he will throw up on them
ah,clem: you had to mention Dylan, lol
llanwydd: lol
llanwydd: or I guess they called it peking back then
H. Stones: they call it Stalking now, llan
llanwydd: LOL
Principalpoop: this land is made of mud
||||||||| Catherwood says "9:51 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs HoneySanchez by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
Principalpoop: poor honey
Dexter Fong: Catherwood, get you hands of our moll
||||||||| Catherwood brings you hands of our moll.
Dexter Fong: off
ah,clem: lol
Principalpoop: give the moll a roll hehe
llanwydd: hands of our moll! LOL
ah,clem: give her hands back!
H. Stones: we were having communication problems in messenger and skype, audio is poor tonight
cease: that's not her mole. that's mr toad's mole
llanwydd: Catherwood, give me the world
||||||||| Catherwood gives llanwydd the world.
Principalpoop: au dio lift us up in your de vine pow er
ah,clem: cni audio poor?
H. Stones: wifi links are not as solid as cable
llanwydd: that was easy
Principalpoop: cni is fine ahh, clem
ah,clem: o'tay
Principalpoop: not insane, not insane
llanwydd: dfghjk
Principalpoop: frogboy of athens?
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 9:57 PM, dragging Bubba's Brain by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Yahoo ™?"
Bubba's Brain: Hey all...
Principalpoop: hi bb
Dexter Fong: Hey one
cease: hey bubv
Bubba's Brain: All 4 1 & 1 4 All
Mudhead: Hiya Bubba
Mudhead: 5!
llanwydd: Hey Bub!
llanwydd: Ail Bubba
cease: so barack is groovy by definintion?
Principalpoop: precisely
||||||||| It's 10:00 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| donk - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Dexter Fong: What a measley death
llanwydd: so what's this about the democrats not wanting to drill for oil offshore?
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
llanwydd: it doesn't seem like a bad idea even if mccain thought of it
Principalpoop: it will not make a big difference llan, it is a scam
Bubba's Brain: "drill for oil offshore" Is that some euphemism for sex?
Dexter Fong: llan: Sure..it's good for you..Vermont doesn't have a sea coast.....yet
Mudhead: It'll make adiffrence in 2013
H. Stones: dont mention that word Bubba, Poop is in the room
Bubba's Brain: Or 2023
Principalpoop: i thought it was 10 years out to make a difference, and then gone in 6 years
Mudhead: there isnt a 2023
Bubba's Brain: In the year 2525....
Principalpoop: we will be getting helium3 from the moon before that
Mudhead: ends on 12/31/2012
Principalpoop: i thought it ended on 8/8/8 oops
llanwydd: yeah, I'm sure there's lot's of helium on the moon
Mudhead: or 12/21/2012
llanwydd: there must be something else we can put in our gas tanks
Principalpoop: there is llan, captured from the sun, there is no atmosphere
Dexter Fong: How about a lit match
llanwydd: LOL, Dex
Principalpoop: liquify the coal, while we fusion the helium3
Mudhead: throw some more coal on the boiler
Mudhead: Help there droppin whistles!
Dexter Fong: Now they're frin' bacon
llanwydd: now they're frying bacon
Bubba's Brain: At some point we will have cars that eat polution and piss clean water. At the same time gas stations will continue to sell bigger and bigger fountain drinks. When they no longer sell gas, they will dispense fountain drinks directly into tanks in the car for people to drink while they're driving.
cease: Bacon, you;re fired!
cease: i dont forsee it in my lifetime, bub
ah,clem: fried?
llanwydd: this whole world needs to be overhauled
Principalpoop: the hyrdrogen/oxygen fuel cell makes electricty and the waste product is water...
cease: hydrogen cars supposedly piss drinkable water, but they arent exactly about to happen
Principalpoop: already used on submarines and stuff
Bubba's Brain: Let's put it up on the lift, llan.
ah,clem: yes, water is ash
Principalpoop: too expensive, some mit came up with a process to separate water at room temperature and neutral ph
llanwydd: ash to water and dust to hydrogen
cease: we have a company in van that's been trying to market its hydrogen fuel cells for a long time, Ballard.
Mudhead: my car uses a black hole
cease: thats better than "my car Is a black hole:
Principalpoop: the future is now, there were no dvds or cds or pcs or ipods when i was young
ah,clem: you only get from water what you put into it
Dexter Fong: My car *is* a black hole
Mudhead: Money keeps gettin sucked into irt
Bubba's Brain: Like the Romulans, Mh?
H. Stones: the hydrogen cell is not the answer Poop, it takes as much energy as it generates
llanwydd: muddy, I assume nobody can see you when you're driving by
ah,clem: a boat is a hole in the water into which you pour money
Principalpoop: i sell packets of dehydrated water, just ahh add water...
Mudhead: nuffin wrong wif dat Stones
Mudhead: s you use renewable
H. Stones: i am not buying any more from you poop, the last lot dried up
Principalpoop: i told you they have a new process to supply the hydrogen and oxygen stones
cease: yes, ballard has cost the canadian tax payer a lot of money. al lwe got is a couple of buses
Principalpoop: use the sun to do it
cease: speaking of nick y'all know about the box of danger set coming out next month?
Mudhead: no llan, Im moving to quickly
Principalpoop: the market wants electric cars, we get what we want
cease: austin should drop by chat to tell ya'll to order it
||||||||| 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 DonQuixotween plummets into the garden at 10:11 PM.
Principalpoop: ahh tween
llanwydd: Hey Tween!
cease: and speaking of Austin...
Mudhead: Hiya Tweeny
Dexter Fong: Hi Tween
DonQuixotween: Evenin' folks...
H. Stones: enought solar energy reaches the earth every second to power the entire earth for a year, but as long as we have oil companies and the assholes they use as puppets, it wont be developed
llanwydd: why is it greasecars are illegal?
llanwydd: not that I really want to know
cease: true enough, stones, until it can be wrested from their cold dead hands
Mudhead: those are diesels
Dexter Fong: llan: That's greaser cars
Principalpoop: no one likes john revolta anymore llan
cease: still trying to pry that gun from charlton's dead paw
llanwydd: lol
H. Stones: well being a Scientologist cannot have helped his reputation PP
DonQuixotween: Solar good. Oil bad.
Principalpoop: charlton heston was the doorman on rhoda?
H. Stones: sea bed turbines offer good prospects
DonQuixotween: They're apparently making progress on solar collector paint for cars
Principalpoop: audrey farber?
Mudhead: I agree with long term oil exploitation AND a program to help Detroit build an electruic car industry
DonQuixotween: Food production and potable water may actually be a bigger issue
Dexter Fong: Audrey farberware, she's copper clad and iron bottomed
cease: detroit wont survive, mud.
DonQuixotween: I daresay we'll need both, Mud
H. Stones: especially the water Tween
cease: i think gm will be bought by the chinese and ford by maybe the indians or something
Principalpoop: no no, britney spears life is the crux
H. Stones: cloud belts and alterations to evaporation rates could cause famine
DonQuixotween: Certainly not in its present form, cease
Mudhead: Using hydrogen as an energy transport system makes a good idea also, theres little loss and converts to water if needed
DonQuixotween: Wouldn't that be something, cease?
cease: you cant keep losing billions of dollars a quarter for very long until you run out of quarters
cease: my father worked for ford for years. i wish he'd lived long enough to watch the company that fucked him over swallowed up
Dexter Fong: The Indians are going to turn all the Fords into Grand Casinos?
Mudhead: or dollars
DonQuixotween: Creatng hydrogen takes a lot of energy, Mud
Principalpoop: we thought we would all be crispy critters from the nuclear war anyway, this is all gravy
DonQuixotween: lol cease - true
Principalpoop: no tween
llanwydd: so what about nuclear power? could you run a car on atoms?
Mudhead: lots of it in the desert
H. Stones: as oil and water become scarce, the danger of a nuclear exchange grows
Mudhead: true PP
cease: t-bone pickens wants to run them on natural gas
Principalpoop: they have made advances, can be done using solar power at room temperature now
DonQuixotween: hydrogen?
cease: maybe its all that tex mex food he eats
DonQuixotween: lol
Principalpoop: just lately, big news, i would invest if I knew how, and had money lol
Mudhead: Just a irregular kinda guy huh?
Dexter Fong: Stones: I'll trade you two nuclear devices for 10 gallons of gas and a bottle of spring water
Principalpoop: does not require platinum as the catalyst either, super cool
llanwydd: so how many of us have had a rainy summer besides me?
H. Stones: if you dont give me all your water Fong i will give you two nuclear missles free
DonQuixotween: lol P
Principalpoop: sun here, cold the other night
DonQuixotween: Fission from old bottles of coke?
llanwydd: a day doesn't go by that it doesn't rain over here
Dexter Fong: Stones: You threaten me and you'll get an early Guy Falwkes day, plus
llanwydd: flash flood warnings for tonight
H. Stones: llan, Australia, and Africa have drought for more than ten years now
cease: its gotta rain somewhere.
DonQuixotween: send it here please, LL
H. Stones: the rain in spain falls mainly not at all
llanwydd: yes you can have ours
cease: remember that flick i was asking about a few weeks ago, You Cant Take it With You?
Principalpoop: yes
Principalpoop: lol
cease: finally saw it last night. parts of it are amazingly funny
Principalpoop: a classic
llanwydd: I love that film
Principalpoop: hahaha cough cough
cease: there were lines that seemed written by firesign. i think they would have been influenced by it
cease: kaufman and hart influenced everyone
llanwydd: prime capra corn
cease: works a lot better when its more a play, in the weird living room. when it drifts off to jail and the rich guy's office, its not as funny
cease: it does seem something like the ground from which the firesign arose, but that can be said of many things
llanwydd: one of L Barrymore's best
Mudhead: this was my kind of idea http://www.sciam.com/article.cfm?id=a-power-grid-for-the-hydr-2006-07
cease: i'm canadian, does mean i can really write?
cease: he was sublime in it, llan
Dexter Fong: Yes you can write but you can't punctuate
Dexter Fong: ,
cease: spell? whatrs that?
Mudhead: yes llan, yur one fart smeller
Mudhead: er...
Mudhead: smart feller
Dexter Fong: Something you cast on someone
H. Stones: you can punctuate all day Fong and you still have one hand free
Dexter Fong: Oh no, it's not free..it's exspensive
llanwydd: I never learned how to punctuate. is it anything like puncturing?
Dexter Fong: or posturing?
H. Stones: yes, llan but its only theoretical
Principalpoop: http://www.physorg.com/news136738014.html
llanwydd: theoretical punctuation is an interesting idea
Principalpoop: exclamation
Dexter Fong: underline stress
llanwydd: catherwood, what time is it?
||||||||| Catherwood says "It's 10:28 PM"
llanwydd: cool
Principalpoop: accent the positive
Dexter Fong: Catherwood, you clown, it's 10:35 pm
||||||||| Catherwood ignores Dexter Fong
H. Stones: its not funny if you only have a semi-colon
llanwydd: thanks, woody
Principalpoop: astericks
Mudhead: I recognize that original first voice, its John Goodman
llanwydd: are you related to willa catherwood?
||||||||| Catherwood rushes up to llanwydd and says "Someone mention my name?"
Principalpoop: ahh, that is him
Mudhead takes a bow
Principalpoop: thanks mud, i had given up that brain is becoming just a thing to keep my skull from collapsing
H. Stones: put that bow back, Mud, you know its not yours
Mudhead utilizes Google search
Mudhead: Its on the bottle
Principalpoop: careful mudhead, news corp is a google partner
cease: the youngest firesign guy plays the father and the oldest plays the kid
Mudhead sez that was an unendorsed statement
cease: and speaking of old fireguys, i spoke with ossman a few days ago
H. Stones: it still takes a canadian to spot the irony, cease
llanwydd: cool, cat! how did you manage to do that?
cease: its like snow for us, stones. we have to slog through it
DonQuixotween: How's he doing, cease?
Dexter Fong: Cat: What did the Oss man have to say?
Mudhead: sorry lost cni
cease: he sounds in great shape, considering
Principalpoop: you want a snort? ha hahhh
cease: he's very enthusiastic about his new book, but his publisher is moving to japan so dave and his wife may hafe to take over book sales
cease: it was mostly a tlalk about his book, which is what i called to order.
Mudhead: thats gotta suck
H. Stones: afk
Principalpoop: leaving the country? because of the book? that is serious...
cease: he said a lot of people who ar enow straight, remember when they were freaks by reading the book
DonQuixotween: Dr Firesign's Follies?
cease: sounds like a decent marketing strategy
llanwydd: I'd love to talk to ossman sometime
Principalpoop: ahh it is me
cease: it was a very minor publishing company anyway
cease: give him a call, llan
Principalpoop: give them a light, and they will follow it anywhere...
Mudhead: thats his problem, shoulda used adults
llanwydd: I wanted to talk to him after the show at Town Hall, NYC back in 81 but I only got to talk to the two phils
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Merlyn inside, makes a note of the time (10:35 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
cease: you don't want to die, thinking, i wish i'd talked to ossman
Merlyn: hey
Principalpoop: hi M
Dexter Fong: Hi Merlyn
DonQuixotween: OS X just did an update - need to restart
cease: yes proc is super social
||||||||| DonQuixotween departs at 10:35 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
llanwydd: well, that's true
cease: hi merl
Merlyn: Taylor and I have done some revamping of the cafepress site: http://www.cafepress.com/firesign
llanwydd: believe it or not I almost called him once back in the 70s. I got his phone number
cease: what is cafepress?
cease: is taylor still wokring on the magic mushroom compendium, merl?
Merlyn: the t-shirts etc cat
Merlyn: I think so cat
cease: so its an arm of firesign theatre.com ?
Merlyn: yes
cease: did he ever get a copy of last exit to fresno?
llanwydd: no but he's still tripping on the magic mushroom
Principalpoop: cool
llanwydd: weirdly
Merlyn: I have no idea cat
cease: i hope theyre magical for him
cease: this is almost the same as the show they put on in, what was it, 99?
Dexter Fong: afk
Principalpoop: oki fong
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies DonQuixotween in through the front door at 10:39 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
||||||||| At 10:39 PM, DonQuixotween dashes out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
||||||||| Catherwood ushers DonQuixotween into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, grumbles something about 10:39 PM, then departs.
Principalpoop: tween?
DonQuixotween: You rang?
Principalpoop: was the update good for you?
DonQuixotween: lol
Principalpoop: having a cigarette?and sighing?
Principalpoop: hehe
cease: i dont think thats a cigarette
Mudhead: that was Chevy Chase
llanwydd: cigarettes, ice cream, figurines...
Principalpoop: i knew that voice too, i need to get this
Principalpoop: mud, amazing mud, wow
cease: chase those chevies. soon to be built in pyong yang
Mudhead: me also
Dexter Fong: btk
Principalpoop: wb
Principalpoop: he's chevy chase and i'm not
ah,clem: send in the clones
Merlyn: Chevy Chase and Paris Hilton are both locations
||||||||| 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 Honey S. falls out at 10:44 PM.
llanwydd: now you're bringing back high school memories
Dexter Fong: Fall out Honey
Principalpoop: hi honey
H. Stones: but one is much more fucked that the other Merlyn
Mudhead: Howdy Honey
Honey S.: ahhhhhhh I'm baaaaaaaaack
Honey S.: heya gang
H. Stones: Hi again Honey
Mudhead: n beeyutifull
cease: the bees have the right idea
Principalpoop bows and flourishes his hat towards honey
cease: high honey
ah,clem: hola
Honey S.: WoW it appears I am in Kansas once again
DonQuixotween: Hey Honey
Principalpoop: going to kansas city
Honey S.: Hi Hi ya'all
llanwydd: anybody know how doc and lili are doing these days?
llanwydd: I don't see either of them very often any more
Principalpoop: a long applause, these guys should be in the library of congress, oops they are
cease: last time i spoke to doc, he sounded really busy
Merlyn: doc was on the 17th
H. Stones: i enjoyed the Reduced Shakespear podcast you sent me, Tween
Principalpoop: no, i enjoyed it more than you did stones
Dexter Fong: Doc was on the 17th with a good lie and a chance for a birdie
llanwydd: I must have missed him
cease: i still havent heard it.
Principalpoop: i hope he uses his niblick
Mudhead: Meet me at the 19th
Dexter Fong: Muddie, you're buying
||||||||| It's 10:50 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Bubba's Brain - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Mudhead: yur on
Principalpoop: i got the fever, the dengue fever
Principalpoop: fever up and down my spine
Merlyn: I listened to proctor on the reduced shakespeare co interview, pretty entertaining
||||||||| 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 Bambi gets out at 10:51 PM.
H. Stones: yes i agree Merlyn
Principalpoop: ahhh deer bambi
Bambi: hello Dear Friends :-)
H. Stones: RSC are funny in their own right
Dexter Fong: Hey Bambi...welcome aboard
H. Stones: Hi Bambi
Mudhead: Catherwood buy Bambi a toasted almond
||||||||| Catherwood rushes up to Mudhead and mumbles "Did you want something?"
llanwydd: Hi Bambi!
Bambi waves to everyone!
Mudhead: Catherwood get Bambi a toasted almond
||||||||| Catherwood brings bambi a toasted almond.
Principalpoop ducks
Bambi: ah, thanks Mudhead and cather wood
DonQuixotween: Off to other things, folks - healthy & happy to everyone :)
Principalpoop: watch out waving those arms around...
||||||||| DonQuixotween rushes off, saying "10:52 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
cease: by tween
ah,clem: welcome in
cease: hi bambi
Mudhead: nite Tween
Dexter Fong: Night Tweeny
Principalpoop: thanks tween ciao
Bambi: how's it going?
Bambi: night already Tween?
Bambi says she hopes it wasn't she said lol
Principalpoop: the august heat is hot and humid, otherwise fine
Bambi: ain't it the truth princep;
Principalpoop: and in root land?
Bambi: same ... hot and humid
Merlyn: rutland?
cease: the ruttles?
llanwydd: I rather be stuck in a rut than be stuck in rutland
Principalpoop: rudeland neener neener pffffft
Dexter Fong: The rustlers?
Bambi: the ruts are dipping slowly due to lack of rain ...
Principalpoop: dip your ruts in cool clear water
Bambi: rustler's rhapsody
H. Stones: Honey says goodnight, shes lost her connection again and had to phone me
Principalpoop: malt45 the rap sodi
Bambi: thanks Stones ... our best to Honey!
Principalpoop: poor honey ,wish her the best
Bambi: and to you of course
Mudhead: Gnite Honey, stay sweet
Dexter Fong: Thanks Stones..she sure is having a lot of problems lately
Bambi: and to you too of course Stones for passing along the word :D
||||||||| Honey enters at 10:56 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and hurries off to the Chapeau Manger.
Bambi: wb Honey
Honey: just in for a moment to say goodnight
Mudhead: woohoo
Honey: byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Principalpoop: with the price of gas, she needs more luck, ahh there she is again
||||||||| Honey rushes off, saying "10:57 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
Dexter Fong: Honey!! She is ba ck!!
Mudhead: gnite Honey
Bambi: lol
Dexter Fong: Honey! She is gone again!!!
Principalpoop: ciaoo senorira honetto
Mudhead: She comes, she goes
Mudhead: story of my life
Dexter Fong: Muddie: Fear of commitment?
Principalpoop: damn olympics, my browser timed out
H. Stones: she had a poor wifi signal, it was more of a mild spot than a hot spot she was using
Mudhead: Yes, scared of commies
Principalpoop: look for the g spot, good wifi hehe
Dexter Fong: Stones: She still war wagoning or whatever?
Mudhead: now in sweet, mild, hot, Italian or Spanish
H. Stones: yes she is, Fong
llanwydd: well, I will be nodding off.
Principalpoop: making my mouth water mud
||||||||| It's 11:00 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Honey S. - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
llanwydd: hopefully not before I get in bed
Mudhead: nite llan
Dexter Fong nods llanwydd off stage
H. Stones: buts shes in a hotel at the moment and their hot spot is only tepid
llanwydd: anyway goodnight and see you next thrusdai
Principalpoop: stay dry llan
cease: by llan
H. Stones: have a good week llan
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Merlyn: nite llan
cease: this is hilarous. talk about biting the hand that feeds
Principalpoop: the eight shoes hehe
Bambi: hey llanwydd
Bambi: nighty night
Principalpoop: the rubes will believe anything
cease: the lubes are not so naieve
Principalpoop: the pubes are oops wrong chat
Dexter Fong: What about the boobs?
Mudhead: theres a RIGHT one ?
H. Stones: also wrong chat fong
Principalpoop: no no, some boobs are just boobs
Principalpoop: you cannot talk about the other boobs though
Dexter Fong: Then how about the booboigues
cease: what menken called the booboisie
cease: do you like boobsalot?
Dexter Fong: Thanks for the clarification cat =))
H. Stones: all your boobs are belong to us
Principalpoop: as prost said, cheers
Dexter Fong: are they Norwegian Cat?
cease: i'm gonna do some of that fictation with clara later
Merlyn: one of my favorite made-up names on the web is HTML Mencken
Principalpoop: cool M
H. Stones: Dont Mencken it, Merlyn
cease: old dj bm reid recut the old beatles song, called it Woodwegian Nor
cease: very funny
cease: b.mitchell reid, if that name means anything to you
cease: better music radio
Principalpoop: i remember john and martha mitchell, stupid brain
Mudhead: 254-9111
cease: im back n their world reading nixonland, poop
Dexter Fong: well, folks it's raining here and I gotta move my car
cease: good lulck with that, dex
Principalpoop: hail rita fong
Dexter Fong: As always, I'll check back upon my return to see if anyone's left or remained
Mudhead: cya l8r Fong
Dexter Fong: And Cat: I'll get on that project this weekend and email you
Principalpoop: all that rain is not good for the mushrooms
cease: thanks dex
Bambi: run between the rain drops Dex
||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| llanwydd - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
ah,clem: good night everyone!
Principalpoop: night llan
H. Stones: thanks again clem
Bambi: night all :-)
Merlyn: nite clem
cease: thanks again, clem
Principalpoop: thanks ahh, clem
Mudhead: MORE!!!ah,clem!
Merlyn: thanks once agin
Bambi: so glad I could get here at least for a little bit
H. Stones: and i must go as well. have a great week friends and stay safe
Principalpoop: no yawning, yaaaaawn
cease: off you go, stones
H. Stones: nighty night
Principalpoop: wonderful seeing you again bambi, and all
Bambi waves byebye to all!
Principalpoop: toad away
Principalpoop ducks again
Bambi: sleep tite, don't let the bed bugs bight
Principalpoop: stop waving around those arms around lol
Bambi: hehehehe
Principalpoop: they got to eat too
Principalpoop: hehe
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 11:11 PM, dragging Ben Bland by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Yahoo ™?"
Mudhead: nite Bambi
Bambi :P
Principalpoop: hi and by ben, ciaoo
cease: hi ben
Bambi: you too!
||||||||| Bambi departs at 11:12 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
Ben Bland ™
Mudhead: Hello BB
||||||||| 11:12 PM -- H. Stones left for parts unknown. (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
Merlyn: I'm going too, cya next wick
||||||||| 11:12 PM -- ah,clem left for parts unknown. (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
Merlyn tap dances towards the door
||||||||| Merlyn rushes off, saying "11:13 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
Ben Bland: nite
cease: by merl
||||||||| Ben Bland is kicked out just as the clock strikes 11:13 PM.
cease: off we go
Mudhead: wow
||||||||| cease rushes off, saying "11:14 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
||||||||| It's 11:20 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Principalpoop - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Mudhead: gnite Dex
||||||||| Mudhead leaves to catch the 11:26 PM train to Billville.
Dexter Fong: Well!! Prolly a record time for parking and the party's pooped out, not to mention Muddied, ben blanded,bambilized, merlyned, caterized and deserted
Dexter Fong: See you next time dear friends
||||||||| It's 11:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from the common cold
||||||||| 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:
ah,clem
Bambi
Ben Bland
Bubba's Brain
cease
Dexter Fong
donk
DonQuixotween
Frebroiled
H. Stones
Honey S.
Honey
HoneySanchez
llanwydd
Merlyn
Mudhead
Principalpoop URL References:
http://www.cafepress.com/firesign
http://www.physorg.com/news136738014.html
http://www.sciam.com/article.cfm?id=a-power-grid-for-the-hydr-2006-07

Rogue's Gallery:

PP and Cat(cease)	Bunnyboy	kend^/Dr. Headphones
Merlyn and Tirebiter	DocTech	LiliLamont
FreqMan	Rotonoto	LeatherG & SO
Nin0	Tonk	Ah, Clem and Bambi
Compañero Señor Yämamoto	Dexter Fong	Elayne
Bubba's Brain	Bightrethighrehighre	Boney
llanwydd	Tween	Porgie
Bob D Caterino	Dave & Katie	klokwkdog 404 - Not Found, Not Forgotten
Peggy Blisswhips	Audrey Farber	Tiny Dr. Tim Rest In Peace, Dear Friend

And, "The Home Team"