Weekly Firesign Chat Cheese Log

A Firesign Chat
11/19/2009

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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 November 19, 2009 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'ah,clem', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:11 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
||||||||| New CNI streaming notice: 'no "few minutes" tonight, see ya next week'
||||||||| ah,clem scurries out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's ah,clem?! It's 8:12 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
||||||||| 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 Firebroiled disembarks at 8:23 PM.
Firebroiled: Oil from Canada!

Gold from Mexico!

Geese from their neighbor’s back yard!

Boom,
boom!

Corn from the Indians!

Tobacco from the Indians!

Dakota from the Indians!

New Jersey from the Indians!

New Hampshire from the Indians!

New England from the Indians!

New Delhi from the Indians! . . .
Firebroiled:

Mr and Mrs. Smith!
Go to the People!
Ask the hands that serve that serve the machines of America!
Ask those thousands of folks

who wouldn’t say “no” to yesterday,
and “yes” instead of knowing it all!
||||||||| Firebroiled leaves at 8:24 PM, singing "Oh, I'm just a little fishy, floating in the sea, and there ain't no hook that's smart enough to catch the likes of me..."
||||||||| Outside, the 9:00 PM crosstown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving c's coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, November 19, 2009 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
||||||||| Outside, the 9:01 PM crosstown bus from New York pulls away, leaving llanwydd coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
llanwydd: howdy
c's: hi ll
c's: i see no audio tonight
llanwydd: no audio?
llanwydd: you mean you hear no audio
llanwydd: whatever
||||||||| 9:02 PM: Merlyn jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!"
llanwydd: what's new in canada?
c's: it says no few minutes on the masthead, ll
c's: hey merl
Merlyn: how can you not see what I don't hear?
llanwydd: besides brunswick
c's: you were right about bergman moving to whidby.
llanwydd: Hey Merl
Merlyn: you talk to him?
c's: i just dont understand why? does he have a terminal disease?
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "9:03 PM and late as usual, it's Dexter Fong, just back from New York."
c's: why the fuck would i do that, merl?
llanwydd: Hey Dex
Dexter Fong: Hey llan
c's: its on proc's new post
Dexter Fong: and hey to Cat and Merlyn
c's: hey dex
Merlyn: I think he likes it there, when visiting ossman etc
llanwydd: yeah, I got phil's mailing today
c's: yeah but he had that great gig in la, teaching kids about radio. why give that up?
Merlyn: he can phone it in
c's: ok whidby is nice. not far from me, but you can't help legions of underachieving kids in watts by living in whidby
c's: how so, merl?
c's: you ever have a class as a kid with the teacher phoning it in?
Dexter Fong: Yes...Thomas Edison
Merlyn: all the time
Dexter Fong: He was visiting Alex Bell
c's: you probably saw him when he was still aliive, dex
llanwydd: so, are there an awful lot of underachieving kids in watts?
Dexter Fong: I think so
llanwydd: don't know much about the place really
Dexter Fong: It coulda been Eli Whidbey
Merlyn: I hear the kids in watts are very bright
c's: the main economic organ on whidby island is the us military base
llanwydd: LOL
c's: is bergman still married to the woman he was with when we saw em in seattle 4 years ago?
llanwydd: brighter than 500 watts
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and announces "Presenting 'TweenORama2000', just granted probation at 9:08 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
c's: maybe the move is her idea
TweenORama2000: Remember rivers, Nellie?
c's: ah tween. now we can say bad things about him
Merlyn: you mean maryedith burrel from Fridays?
Dexter Fong: Hey tween
llanwydd: Hey Tween
c's: yes merl
TweenORama2000: Is this funny, or what? - http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=30838780&id=1411032333
c's: i had breakfast with them. i've never seen a man consume so many pills at one time
llanwydd: yeah, back in the basic black 50s
TweenORama2000: Evenin' folks...
Merlyn: I think they're still married cat
Merlyn: but she's in show biz too, so I don't know if she'd push to leave LA
c's: i didnt wish to imply they werent
c's: i wish them all the best
c's: she was carrying around baggies full of pills, and i hoped it didnt mean that peter was very illl as he consumed them at a great rate
c's: yeah, you would leave la if it no longer had a job for you, eh?
Dexter Fong: Perhaps they were only placebos
TweenORama2000: Much like the stimulus programs
c's: dex, you're still waiting for the electricain if you beleive that
Dexter Fong: Actually, I'm waiting for the Cable guy
c's: my point is, maybe washington is healthier for bergman.
Dexter Fong: Bergman could be part of a control group
TweenORama2000: As long as it's not Larry the Cable Guy
TweenORama2000: Control Bergman? Fat chance ;)
c's: but why leave a place you've made a good living at for half a century to go to a rural, miliarry base suburb? wirdiner with a beaqrd
Dexter Fong: Worker with a burka?
c's: i have to pay attention and type at the same time. that's aksing alot
llanwydd: burka and hare
c's: Fumiyo in Japan. Bummer!
Dexter Fong: She wore a hairy burkha
Dexter Fong: Cat: For how long in Japan?
llanwydd: how long is she gone, cat?
c's: Til next wed.
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:16 PM and Principalpoop steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Dexter Fong: Hey poop
llanwydd: Hey Prin
c's: a friend's wedding. not a long trip, thankfully.
c's: hi poop
TweenORama2000: She's a real gone gal, just like those folks behind me.
TweenORama2000: Hey P
c's: the dog is very unhappy
Principalpoop: huh? what?
c's: you';re always happy, poop
Principalpoop: and why not? hehe
Principalpoop: I asked you why?, answer me, right now, now now now, grrrrrr
Dexter Fong: Because
Principalpoop: angry! is that better?
Principalpoop: grrrrrr
c's: why what?
Principalpoop: exactly
Principalpoop: precisely
Dexter Fong: Why do fools fall in love
llanwydd: because they don't know how to stand up
Principalpoop: What makes the world go round?
c's: you remember that song, dex? you're way too old
llanwydd: or maybe you pushed them hard enough
Principalpoop: fuds law
c's: merl, are you coming to seattle for the whidby shows?
Dexter Fong: Cat: Perhaps I just have a fairly good memory?
c's: lol dex
Principalpoop: a good what?
TweenORama2000: lol LL (falling in love)
Merlyn: I'm thinking about it, are you going?
llanwydd: clem was on about a half hour ago
llanwydd: or more
c's: i used to have a good memory. forget where i put it
c's: no he wasnt
Principalpoop: not in the cheese log
llanwydd: what now?
llanwydd: I get a notice every time somebody logs in and he was here
c's: merl, my problems are two. i dont know if their are closeby motels to stay at, and i dont drive at night.
Principalpoop: my memory is sharp as a ahh ahhh hell
Principalpoop: get a ho
Principalpoop: hotel that is hehe
c's: the last two shows i went with doc and lili and they drove. when i went to the whibdy place before fumiyo drove
c's: i'd life to support the lads but asking me to drive to and from whidby at night would be like asking ausitin ot get on a plane
llanwydd: going to check my email. brb
Principalpoop: be careful out there llan
c's: where did everybody go?
Principalpoop: I have a bone to pick with you mister M
llanwydd: ah, clem logged in at 8:11PM
llanwydd: I wouldn't lie to you
Merlyn: a soup bone?
Principalpoop: from soup to nuts... How come none of these shows are not live streamed?
Merlyn: all of them are not live streamed
Principalpoop: i would lie to you all, in a heartbeat, without hesitation
llanwydd: soup to nuts? I saw that one
c's: did you all watch the firesign video interview posted a couple days ago?
llanwydd: 1931
TweenORama2000: Not yet
c's: soupy sales? nutty nails?
c's: its really good, tween
Principalpoop: no, i am not on a mailing list apparently
TweenORama2000: http://www.dangerousminds.net/index.php/site/comments/firesign_theatre_everything_you_know_is_wrong/
Merlyn: I did, and someone mailed back about the dangerous minds site with more videos with e.g. tom lehrer
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "9:28 PM and late as usual, it's Elayne, just back from Hellmouth."
llanwydd: no, a 3 Stooges feature film from 1931 "Soup to Nuts"
Elayne: Evenin' all!
TweenORama2000: You're not on the Chromium Switch mailing list, P?
llanwydd: Hi Elayne
TweenORama2000: Evenin' E
c's: hi el
Elayne has no idea what to write in her "letter to the editor" for Chromium Switch...
Merlyn: PP, you can get on the FT list at http://www.firesigntheatrelegacy.com/ftmail/
Principalpoop: HI E, No tween, Yes Fong, maybe LLan, huh M?
c's: yo know the new firesign news, el?
c's: rom the video, sounds like a new albumcomimg
TweenORama2000: P has been practicing his multitasking
Principalpoop: what is my email address? how do I find it?
Merlyn: add your email address to http://www.firesigntheatrelegacy.com/ftmail/ and you'll get the firesign updates
llanwydd: that's one way of doing it princ
c's: me, spell?
Merlyn: mail yourself something
Principalpoop: ahh ok, thanks
Elayne: New news, Cat?
c's: i heard from austin last night. he doesn't seem that ecstatic about geting the lads to do things his way as you['d think
c's: fuck yeah, el
c's: watch the video
Principalpoop: not just yeah, but fuck yeah
Merlyn: his way meaning minimalist, cat?
c's: austin talks about how he's been trying to get the lad to go minimalist/cheap al l tgese decades and bergman wanted elaborate stagecrafft
Principalpoop: should I use mime or PKzip to send that mail?
Merlyn: don't send mimes in the mail, they get stuck and then don't yell for help
c's: but they had no props when i saw them at the ash grove in 69, early in their career
Elayne: Cat, I saw the video, they all looked like they were getting on to me. I remember the '80s, I saw them when they weren't getting on, remember?
llanwydd: LOL Merl
c's: what do you mean by getting on? you mean aging?
Principalpoop: props? weee don't need no steeenking props
llanwydd: marcel marceau is stuck in my inbox
Elayne: No Cat, I mean "being friendly."
Merlyn: marcel is walking against the Windows?
llanwydd: LOL
Principalpoop: i was talking to some french folks, they had no idea who marcel marceau was... I had to explain he was a famous french man
c's: i sent proc a radio interview with marcel doing a wide variety of voices. phil loved it
Merlyn: if he never spoke, how could you tell he was french?
Principalpoop: alzheimers maybe, they forget to hold a grudge?
Dexter Fong: Hi Elayne
llanwydd: harpo is still trying to get out of my spam filter
c's: marcel had a great ear, like proc
Principalpoop: those stripe shirts, come on
Elayne: Hey Dex! How's it going?
Dexter Fong: Going down the road feeling bad
c's: poop, not evrery french person knows about ":famous" french people
Principalpoop: gloom despair and agony on me
c's: there are lots of famous canucks i dont know, and am thankfull for that fact
Principalpoop: i learned that on the web cat, just like there are cat people and dog people, i was both and so did not know
c's: never saw trhe "famous" canadian flick going down the road, but thoroughly enojyed the sctv parody of such
Principalpoop: what about E? How is E doing?
Elayne: E is okay.
Principalpoop: fantastic
c's: ok better than non=ok
c's: is robin any closer to empoyment?
Principalpoop: i have not seen the video yet, no spoilers please
Dexter Fong: Is not next thursday Thanksgiving (US) Day
Principalpoop: about the guys, not E
Principalpoop: already fong?
c's: poop, go watch. it is great news for those of us who love the firesgin theatre
Dexter Fong: Yeah Poop
Principalpoop: ops yes it is
||||||||| 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 Bunnyboy gets out at 9:40 PM.
c's: not being a us type person, i would not konw
Bunnyboy: Yoiks, and away!
Dexter Fong: Hey Bunny
c's: hey bun
llanwydd: Hey BB
Principalpoop: hip hop bunny
Elayne: Hey Bunnyboy!
Principalpoop: i hear and obey cat
Dexter Fong: Hey Bunny, how was August Osage?
c's: welcome to the tiny chat, small rabit
Bunnyboy: Just a brief pop-in tonight. Gotta finish compiling some show music.
Bunnyboy: Dex: Fabulous! A full theatrical meal.
c's: thanks for droppnig by, with or without droppings'
Dexter Fong: Bun: Yeah, I thought so too
Bunnyboy: Oh, I get it. "cease". Hiya, cat.
Merlyn: ok bboy
c's: i was wondering if doctech would show up tonight
c's: hi bun
Dexter Fong: Be a welcome surpirse
Bunnyboy: So, everybody's on Whidbey Island in January, right?
c's: you are going of course, bun
c's: but i dont know about close by motels and dont drive at night
llanwydd: I think I saw something about widbey island on the history channel once
Bunnyboy: Mais oui. Gotta get Bunnette to help me decide if we're bringing guests or not.
llanwydd: apparently a lot of neo-nazis live there
c's: yes, big military base there
Merlyn: I stayed at a hotel when I went there for Dwarf
llanwydd: I tell you my spelling gets worse as I get older
Elayne: Won't be traveling to Whidbey, I'm afraid. Still a one-income family here.
c's: yes, merl. it could be donel i could rent car, drive to whidby, check into hotel, see the same show 've already seen a number of times, then drive to motel, then come back here.
Bunnyboy: Merlyn: Do tell. We live an hour plus a ferry ride away, but are considering spending the night.
c's: why doesnt that inspire me?
c's: thats why i was hoping doc tech would be here tonight
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'Bumpits', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:46 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary...
llanwydd: Hey Bumpits
Bumpits
Bunnyboy: lo Bumpits!
Bumpits: Hullo
c's: hi bump
Elayne: Hello Bumpits!
Bumpits: I'm actually a Yamamoto Manifestation
Dexter Fong: Hey BumP
llanwydd: aha
c's: ealyen, you and your previous husband have driven to whidby as many times as i have
Bunnyboy: Now we need a Bizarro Bumpits. Stipmub!
Dexter Fong: You in NYC YAM?
c's: yes, yammy is a namer
Bumpits: But I decided to Bump It Up and be a Fashionista
Bumpits: Not in NYC now
Dexter Fong: Nino says you are
c's: are yo ustill in upsteak new york?
Bumpits: He always does
TweenORama2000: ...
Bumpits: Yep
llanwydd: I'll bet I'm even further upsteak
Bumpits: I'll be in NYC this weekend though
Bumpits: two shows
Dexter Fong: shows of what?
Bumpits: I got a new camera that is Thin Thin Thin
llanwydd: I'm always about 100 miles north of where nino says I am
llanwydd: do tell, yammy
Dexter Fong: You cast a large electronic shadow, Yam
Bumpits: Two punk shows. Actually one hardcore, one punk
Dexter Fong: hardpunk to the core
Bumpits: The first is two rarely seen bands
c's: good for you, yammy
Bumpits: That was a special invite
Merlyn: nino is predicting where you will be in the future, llan
llanwydd: hmm
llanwydd: well, I have been there before and I'm sure I will be again
llanwydd: there is a very nice curry place in troy
Bumpits: Well, amazingly, I'm reputed to be a good photographer, though all I uses is sub $200 point and shoots
Bunnyboy: Better get to it. Wrapping up show music for A CHRISTMAS STORY, at The Driftwood Players, in Edmonds, WA.
llanwydd: I could drop in on a dal
c's: this is a song about johnny rotten, he's gone but he's not forgotten
Bunnyboy: Coincidentally, just south and east of Whidbey Island.
Dexter Fong: very nice llan =))
Elayne: Bye Bunny!
c's: a doll?
Dexter Fong: Night Bunny, break a dance
llanwydd: that would be a dal drop
Dexter Fong: Forget about it Cat, it's just Indiatown
Bunnyboy: llan: We'll have naan of that.
Bunnyboy: Ark!
TweenORama2000: Someone dropped the Llama again?
c's: conceptual lol, dex
llanwydd: LOL BB
c's: push me, pull the who
||||||||| Bunnyboy is forcibly ejected just as the clock strikes 9:57 PM.
c's: that must be painful
c's: el?
c's: anyone watch the prisoner?
llanwydd: I've never seen that
Dexter Fong: not me
Elayne: Not me, Cat.
TweenORama2000: Not yet. Wanted to wait till it gets to the internet so I can skip the commecials
llanwydd: never watched a full tv show on the internet
Bumpits: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fCiTAJi1yRk
c's: it was on the american movoe channel
Bumpits: Here's a commercial
llanwydd: or feature length films either
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
c's: it started out kinda interesting. the twin towers and all, i would want to hear elayn'e s impressions just of thatr device
c's: dex too
llanwydd: american movie classics, you mean?
Dexter Fong: Cat: It don't bother me none
llanwydd: that used to be my favorite channel before they had commercials
TweenORama2000: Chia Obama lol
c's: not using the towers destrruction for political purposes like bush and guiilaini, but certainly for "artistic" endeavours
Elayne: Yeah, I've heard of that. A real product. Unbelievable.
Dexter Fong: Cat: Someone was gonna do it sooner or later
TweenORama2000: That's a _real_ product?? Surely you jest...
c's: i was a student of radio and tv productoin s at USC when the first prisoner was on and we had to analyze it
Elayne: Oh no, it's real Tween.
llanwydd: don't call me shirley
c's: there is no real tween
Dexter Fong: Nothing says nappyhead like a Chia Pres
TweenORama2000: Can you see the real Tween, can ya? CAN YA??
c's: lol dex
TweenORama2000 Quadrophenes
c's: canyada, what my country would be called if colonized by spain
llanwydd: lol
Dexter Fong: I like it!!
TweenORama2000: If it was colonized by Isreal would it be called Canayada yada yada?
Dexter Fong: Saskatchejuan
TweenORama2000: lol Dex
c's: it meant muddy river. i come from there. not far enough, though
Principalpoop: back
Dexter Fong: Vamoose, Jeh?
Principalpoop: that was wonderful !!!!!
Principalpoop: none of them look or act like in or near 70s, cool
Principalpoop: and so sharp, wow
Principalpoop: sorry to interrupt, I will look at the log and try to swim along
TweenORama2000: Don't call it Vamoose. Palin will want to shoot it.
Bumpits: https://www.chiaobama.com/flare/next
Dexter Fong: Hold on to the log so you don't sink
Bumpits: Just in case you don't belive me
Elayne: Just so, Yam.
c's: how are things with you and robin, el?
TweenORama2000: The Obama family must be groaning deeply at that one...
Principalpoop: well, I am caught up now, totally confused
Elayne: Fine, Cat.
c's: great to hear
Elayne: I gave him a tumbnail sketch (because he demanded it!) today for our holiday card.
llanwydd: got to go to wal-mart. be back in a half hour
c's: i hpoe someone recognizes his talents and requires them for a new project soon, el
Principalpoop: no llan no, don't do it
Dexter Fong: We'll wait llan
Principalpoop: wait and go to any other store tomorrow
Elayne: Me too, Cat, I hate running down my savings like this. But I guess that's what it's there for.
TweenORama2000: You said you'd use all your fingers if they paid you, El?
c's: i remember approving you as a friend in facebook btut not seing you there.
c's: i can se how it could become a real time assasin.
Elayne: Wouldn't help, Tween. I could have six hands and I'd still have no art talent.
c's: i see most people use it to promote their strff
Elayne: Cat, my office servers block social networking sites. I'm almost never on there.
||||||||| deputy dan enters at 10:12 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Hat Pack Annex.
Principalpoop: hello deputy dan
TweenORama2000: Deputy Dan, has no friends...
Elayne: I do promote Robin's work search whenever I can, but after awhile people get bored with me whinging.
Elayne: Hello Dan!
deputy dan: evening, all
c's: there are several woman arttists on my facebook frineds list and i'm very inpressed by their work, el
Dexter Fong: Hey DD
Elayne: I like that idea, Cat. WOuld make a good TV show. "Time Assassin!"
c's: hi dan
c's: it is a much better idea than redoing the prisoner, el
c's: you know, i think we could do it
TweenORama2000: Sounds like a character on Dr. Who, El
c's: at leay a scrfprt
Bumpits: They're gonna redo the prisoner?
deputy dan: "Redoing the prisoner" sounds like something from gitmo...
Dexter Fong: They already done redone it
Bumpits: Ick
c's: i saw one episode of dr. who and thought i'd have to be 40 years younger to enjoy it
Elayne: Why on earth would they use the Jesus guy who can't act? Did they think McKellan could make up for that by himself?
Elayne: Oh, I quite like Dr. Who. But I have a bit of a crush on David Tennant, so there you are.
c's: jesus guy?
deputy dan: Yah, it's on the BBC channel with Jesus Caviezel
Dexter Fong: Jesus was not an actor, he was a magician
c's: the son?
TweenORama2000: What's your Facebook handle, Cat?
Elayne: Dr. Who is, at its heart, the best Mary Sue fiction there is, and I'm a sucker for Mary Sue fiction.
Bumpits: Haysoos?
c's: who are you, dan?
Principalpoop: i don't like the video editing, they need to calm down, jump for reasons, not for grins
Bumpits: Who am us?
deputy dan: Who am any of us, anyway?
Dexter Fong: LET"S VOTE!!
Bumpits: i'm not me
Principalpoop: I am me, or I was, used to be
Dexter Fong: I'm not him either
c's: i dont know, tween; my daughter's friends set me up somehow so they could tlel me their news, and then the firesigns got involved
Bumpits: I vot for figs
Principalpoop: who votted?
Dexter Fong: Figs it is
c's: dan, i just thought you might be a regular with new name. we do that a lot here
Dexter Fong: By a landslide
Dexter Fong: Nino puts DD in SUMNER Washington
Principalpoop: i can change my? after all these years, now you tell me?
Principalpoop: name
deputy dan: The family calls me Kevin. Live in Seattle, where I'm majorly cheesed off that I have virtually no chance of catching the Krazee Guys out in the islands...
Merlyn: Nino never lies
c's: you can be principal pee for all we care
deputy dan: And Nino needs to get out of his steel box, I'd say
c's: why not dan? its not far
c's: i live in a different country
Principalpoop: kevin, now the bacon is out of the skillet
Merlyn: Canada is different again?
Bumpits: BLTs for everyone
deputy dan: It's too far if you're confined to public transportation...
Principalpoop: it is dry up there, don't you know
Dexter Fong: Don't forget the figs
c's: we have health care,
Bumpits: I know that bit
||||||||| It's 10:20 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| llanwydd - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
deputy dan: Yum, BLT. Extra mayo on mine.
c's: not dry here, rain everfy day for weeks
Merlyn: how far is whidbey from seattle?
c's: whole town may flow into the ocean
Dexter Fong: Catherwood, please give everyone a chiafig
||||||||| Catherwood brings everyone a chiafig.
Principalpoop: we will too, we are forced to buy health insurance or pay a tax fine...
TweenORama2000: Well, that's plum dandy, Dex
Principalpoop: i wanted a chiacannibis but ok
TweenORama2000: I believe that've dropped that provision, P
Dexter Fong: One Jim Dandy chiafig over the mountain
TweenORama2000: But officer, it's ChiaWeed!
Elayne: Time for beddy byes. See you on Thanksgiving - pass the Indian please!
||||||||| Elayne is defenestrated just as the clock strikes 10:22 PM.
Principalpoop: ciao E
TweenORama2000: they've
TweenORama2000: Rest well, E
deputy dan: Couple hours north to the ferry, an other hour on the boat, then I don't know where the venue is from there but I assume it's a bit of a hike...
Dexter Fong: Pass him to the right
Dexter Fong: Night E, we'll talk
Principalpoop: they have to do someting to bring costs under control, even repugs agree, but refuse to do it
Dexter Fong: I wish some people would drag out their exits a little, so I can notice and say a proper adieux
deputy dan: Druther have one of those chia Clintons
Principalpoop: i agree fong, totally
c's: by el
Merlyn: dan, I'm one of the firesigntheatrelegacy.com webmasters, and I will probably be there for the shows (not sure yet). I might be able to give you a ride, whidbey is only about 30 miles from seattle
Principalpoop: what was the tv show, chia and coochie?
Dexter Fong: It was a quiz show, "Heya and Sheya"
c's: i could rent a car and drive down if i could get a motel not far from the place
Principalpoop: ho ho hotels cat
Merlyn: cat, I stayed at a hotel when I went to Dwarf
deputy dan: Right neighborly of you M. I may not be remembering things accurately from the last trip out for David O's theater piece a few years back...
Principalpoop: except for all the restraining orders, M is a neighborly kinda guy
TweenORama2000: If you remember the 60's, you weren't there...
Dexter Fong: And the ankle bracelet
TweenORama2000: lol
Merlyn: dan, you mean their production of Dwarf with Ossman and his son?
deputy dan: But like everybody I'm watching events in the senate anxiously.
deputy dan: 10-4.
Principalpoop: if Reid pulls it off, wow
Merlyn: ah, the shows are on the WICO schedule now: http://www.wicaonline.com/2009-2010/SPECIAL%20EVENTS/FIRESIGN.html
deputy dan: It was a lot of fun, but it confirmed my sense that those records can't be accurately transcribed into real time in 3D space - too many edits...
Principalpoop: i love watching al franken on the senate floor, walking around, talking to folks hehehe
c's: good point dan
Merlyn: The stage is in Langley, on the coast near the south ferry port
c's: lossman was riffing with me about dwarf as a flick
c's: had some good visual idea buti cantt see it happening
deputy dan: Franken's heart is in the right place but to me he'll always be the Senator from SNL.
||||||||| It's 10:30 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Bumpits - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
c's: merl, are you sayihng it is ferryable from a hotel? fuck of a long way, that
Dexter Fong: Every day in every way, I get a little more seniority
Merlyn: whatever floats your boat, cat
TweenORama2000: I'm in the Senate because I'm good enough, I'm smart enough, and gosh darn, people like me...
c's: almost every day i get asked for my senior discount card and i'm not even a senior
Principalpoop: feeling your age fongy? poor wittle fongy wongy, buck up man
Dexter Fong: Tight Tween =))
Dexter Fong: Right
c's: i hpe bergman has a good time in whidby. ossman seems to love it there
c's: that leaves only proc in la
deputy dan: But yeah, if Reid can twist enough arms to get a working health care bill through he'll be a hero. To me and the missus at least.
c's: b. mitchel reid, best df i ever heard
Principalpoop: he should have 60 and he could do it with 51 and reconcilliation if he had balls, i think he wants the 3 pointer...
Merlyn: cat, did you notice they were talking about releasing more stuff and doing more live performances on the dangerous minds interview?
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and announces "Announcing 'llan', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 10:33 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary...
c's: dex, you remember b. mitchel reid when he was on radio in nyc in the 50s?
Principalpoop: go to whidby young cat, says horace greelypoop
Principalpoop: wb llan
TweenORama2000: Well folks, I'm hanging it up for this week. Be well and happy...
c's: indeed, merl. it was thrililng
c's: you too , tween
Principalpoop: ciao, tween ,thanks
llan: Nite Tween
Dexter Fong: Not really Cat, maybe before I got there in 57-58
Dexter Fong: Night Tween
TweenORama2000: Adios amigos
||||||||| 10:35 PM -- TweenORama2000 left for parts unknown. (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
Principalpoop: have some lavista
Principalpoop: i got to NY in 57 too fong
c's: he was on radio in la when i first startee to listen to rock in maybe 58-59, then went to nyc foir several years or maybe before thatt
Merlyn: hmm, there's a fairly inexpensive motel right by the WICA
c's: he was back on la radio playig album cuts in 66. nobody did that
llan: I already hasta
Principalpoop: what did she ansa?
c's: maybe i should book a room there, merl
Merlyn: it hasta be shasta
llan: never heard of wica but I can guess the first two words
Merlyn: www.langleymotel.com
Dexter Fong: It has to be shasta 'cause plasta don't set like that
Principalpoop: i know that motel, used to be called the bates motel
llan: basta
Dexter Fong: wica or "wicca" is a kind of witchcraft
Principalpoop: no bates, not basta
Merlyn: it's within crawling distance of the whidbey island center for the arts
deputy dan: beatter than warcraft, yuk yuk
llan: aha
Dexter Fong: Cat; does crawling real good
Principalpoop: any buildings with reflections near by?
Dexter Fong: You must want the olde reflectory
Merlyn: I think the vampire arms doesn't have reflections
Principalpoop: i want the genuflect not artiflect
Dexter Fong: He held me in his vampite arms and offered me a chiawolf
Principalpoop: he has tattoos on his arms
Dexter Fong: Strange runic symbols
c's: thanks ded
Principalpoop: runic or mime?
Merlyn: no running water either, but all the flies you can eat! we won't weigh 'em!
Dexter Fong: Your choice Sirah!
c's: i just discoverd i dont have the cable channel with the lakers game
c's: bummer
Principalpoop: with rum
llan: keeping time, time, time, in a sort of runic mime
Dexter Fong: Yah can't weigh 'em, they keep flying around
llan: the bells, bells, bells
Principalpoop: rum rum rum
llan: and the tintinabulation whatever that is
Merlyn: it comes with tintinitus, in the latest Tintin comic
c's: did ah clem play the austin tale about the flies?
Dexter Fong: Whatever you think it is, llan, you spelled it right =))
Principalpoop: tintinitusssss
llan: that's from a poem by e.a.poe
Dexter Fong: Cat: Is the fly thing, a monologue?
c's: no
Principalpoop: wouk
Dexter Fong: A FST thing?
c's: one of the tales of the old detective clem played recently
Dexter Fong: Isn't that a monologue, i.e. only one person?
c's: spiuders only want to talk about flies, is the rif
c's: yes dex
deputy dan: Love the old detective stories. Time to break out the xmas one.
Dexter Fong: I have the cassete collection of Old Detective, don't remember it
c's: yes dan, they're all good
Principalpoop: sam spade should be getting on in years now, that is an old detective
llan: didn't see you come in, dan
llan: welcome
Dexter Fong: afk fr
Principalpoop: ok fong
llan: I'm afr fk
Principalpoop: same to you llan
c's: io dont annoucne im going for a refill. dex is old school
c's: or at least, old
Principalpoop: they did not have schools back then, just dialogues
llan: or maybe symposia
Principalpoop: maybe
Principalpoop: possibly
llan: I suppose, yeah
Principalpoop: supposiyms?
Dexter Fong: Cat: My school is so old its called an agora
Principalpoop: that is the name I was looking for, thanks fong
deputy dan: Isn't that a kind of sweater?
Principalpoop: you are thinking of cashmere
c's: An age? or a...
Dexter Fong: Then they build the stoa and it all wen't to hell
llan: I've heard of agoraphobia
Dexter Fong: Fear of gre3ek markets
deputy dan: Gotta run, kids - wife person just got home...
llan: Nite Dan
||||||||| deputy dan departs at 10:50 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
Principalpoop: no relation igoraphobia, fear of igors
Dexter Fong: COME AGIAN Dan
Dexter Fong: yikes
c's: i really hope i live as long as you have already, dex. but that's an "inshallah" sort of wish
Principalpoop: yikes is right,
Principalpoop: must get in trouble if he spends too much time on the pc haha
llan: stravinsky terrifies me
Dexter Fong: You get agoraphobia and you develop a fetash
c's: we're all adrift
c's: not as much as he terrified paris, llan
llan: adrift of what?
Dexter Fong: on a sea of c;s
Principalpoop: my faith is my anchor cat, oops i have none, ahh shit
llan: true, cat
llan: mr khoroshev doesn't sit well with me either
Dexter Fong: The lord is my dinghy i shall not row
Principalpoop: the guy who banged his shoe?
c's: no stones and honey in a bit. hope they are well
Dexter Fong: A tap dancer?
Principalpoop: i talked with stones earlier this week, busy resorting all his cds and music
c's: cc the tap dancing chef, a cooking tv show i just consulted
Principalpoop: tiny dancer, that is sir Elton Toilet
llan: stones logged on to IM earlier today. I could have spoken with him
c's: good for him, poop
Dexter Fong: llan: YOu mean yoou aren't wure if you did or not?
llan: I'm sure I didn't but I could have
Principalpoop: might have, maybe, possibly
Dexter Fong: clopse enough for me
Principalpoop: i thought she was a barefoot contessa, she tap dances???
llan: I wonder if our american forefathers really did take drugs
llan: I don't mean the early americans but our own ancestors
Dexter Fong: Indeed they did, like crazy monkeys too
Principalpoop: more perfect union, all men created equal? no doubt about it
Dexter Fong: Early americans too
llan: lol
Dexter Fong: Morphine was an over the counter drung till the early 1920s
Principalpoop: opium and cocaine too
Principalpoop: those were the days my friend hehehe
llan: I've never tried that stuff but I don't think it would have appealed to me
Dexter Fong: All those nostrums, elixers, and potent drop of inca hell oil contained morphine and/or cocaine and lots of alcohol
Principalpoop: it helped poe
Dexter Fong: killed him too
Principalpoop: no, that was alcohol
llan: well, I guess my ancestors must have done it too
Principalpoop: drunken stupor is cold weather, not a good idea
Dexter Fong: I strongly believe EAP was on the hip
Principalpoop: i don't know the new drugs
Principalpoop: i read about ectasy, just give me some good hashish
Dexter Fong: flomax, cialis, ambergris, betablockers
llan: new drugs are pushed by pfizer
Principalpoop: i did a report on ambergris, whale vomit, sweet
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Principalpoop: i prefer sandoz
Dexter Fong: Easy to get too, just feed em some bad krill
llan: thank you, catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood answers "You're very welcome!"
c's: speakng of new drugs, i'm gonna go watch flash forward
Principalpoop: lots of bad krill around nowadays
Dexter Fong: CatL I knew you were gonna say that
Principalpoop: no cat no, you are addicted
llan: enjoy, cat!
Principalpoop: this is an intervetion, no more mainstream tv shows
c's: all the best to y"all
Dexter Fong: Hope to cyah next week but with US thanksday, dunno
Principalpoop: too late, he is caught
Principalpoop: have fun
Merlyn: yeah, see you next week
llan: well, I'm out of here too. see you on thanksgiving
Principalpoop: happy turkey day if I don't see you
llan: day
Dexter Fong: Hope so
llan: night
Principalpoop: damn cat, you called the bus and everybody going
Principalpoop: super week all
Dexter Fong: Guess I'll go park a car
||||||||| Around 11:03 PM, Principalpoop walks off into the sunset...
Dexter Fong: Night Merlyn and thanks
Merlyn: good niiiight ding ding ding ding
||||||||| Catherwood says "11:04 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Merlyn by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| llan - dead from measles
||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from measles
||||||||| c's - 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:
Bumpits
Bunnyboy
c's
deputy dan
Dexter Fong
Elayne
Firebroiled
llan
llanwydd
Merlyn
Principalpoop
TweenORama2000

URL References:
http://www.dangerousminds.net/index.php/site/comments/firesign_theatre_everything_you_know_is_wrong/
http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=30838780&id=1411032333
http://www.firesigntheatrelegacy.com/ftmail/
www.langleymotel.com
http://www.wicaonline.com/2009-2010/SPECIAL%20EVENTS/FIRESIGN.html
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fCiTAJi1yRk
https://www.chiaobama.com/flare/next

Rogues' 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"