Weekly Firesign Chat Cheese Log

A Firesign Chat
01/28/2010

Archive

Special appearance by
Phil Austin

||||||||| 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 January 28, 2010 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| "6:03 AM? 6:03 AM!!" says Catherwood, "Firebroiled should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Firebroiled enters and sits on the divan.
||||||||| Firebroiled scurries out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Firebroiled?! It's 6:03 AM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "6:12 AM and late as usual, it's Firebroiled, just back from Washington."
Firebroiled:

Hey man!

Don’t let him bring you down, now.

There’s a lot of young people in this country,
just like myself,
who really know where the Indian’s at.

And don’t worry.

Soon we’re all gonna be out here on the Reservation,
livin’ like Indians,’n’ dressin’ like Indians
and doing all the simple, Beautiful Things

that you Indians do.

Hey -- got any peyote?
Firebroiled:

Well Indians

-- just goes to show you
there’s an obvious need to conserve
our Priceless National Heritage.

The Government is turning your home into a National Monument!

||||||||| Firebroiled rushes off, saying "6:13 AM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
||||||||| ah,clem sneaks in around 8:40 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
ah,clem: thank grid
ah,clem: hate when he does that
||||||||| New CNI streaming notice: '"a few minutes with FireSign Theatre" at about 9 eastern'
||||||||| ah,clem rushes off, saying "8:43 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'Mudhead', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:51 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary...
Mudhead: quit firebroiled
Mudhead: quit firebroiled
Mudhead: quit firebroiled
||||||||| Mudhead rushes off, saying "8:54 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 8:54 PM, dragging Mudhead by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
||||||||| Catherwood enters with H. Stones close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 8:55 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the anteroom.
Mudhead: hai Stones
Mudhead: i brb
H. Stones: Hi Mud, i just checked in to see if Mr Salinger was hiding in here
||||||||| live cat soap sneaks in around 8:58 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident."
H. Stones: presumably this is the soap that does not contain a whole dead cat in every bar ?
live cat soap: sorry about denting your inci, catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood rushes over to live cat soap and mumbles "Someone mention my name?"
live cat soap: i'm alive and well, as much as that is possible. how about you, stones?
H. Stones: Catherwood, where have you hidden Mr Salinger ?
||||||||| Catherwood strides over to H. Stones and queries "Someone mention my name?"
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, January 28, 2010 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
live cat soap: i think the rye reclaimed him.
live cat soap: caught up with him
||||||||| FireTween steals in around 9:01 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident."
FireTween: lol cease
H. Stones: yes possibly, there is always a catch it seems
live cat soap: were you a fan?
H. Stones: no doubt his band will continue to perform even without him
live cat soap: hi tween
live cat soap: hows it tweening?
||||||||| "9:02 PM? 9:02 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Tonk should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Tonk enters and sits in the comfy chair.
||||||||| Outside, the 9:02 PM downtown bus from Billville pulls away, leaving Merlyn coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Merlyn: hello
FireTween: The Reaper In The Rye caught up with him
live cat soap: tonk? of the famous tonk archived chats?
FireTween: Hello, Merl
Tonk: Hello
FireTween: Hi Tonk
live cat soap: merl, you;re alrays in hell
Tonk: Yes, Cat. I checked and sure enough my photo is still in the Rogue's Gallery:
live cat soap: any news about last weekends shows?
FireTween: Kewl
H. Stones: is that Rogues Thesaurus ?
Tonk: could be, could be.. ..
live cat soap: merl?
FireTween: Thought they went extinct millions of years ago
live cat soap: facebook hasnt exaclty been as abuzz as i'd expect
Merlyn: I sent this to the guys: Real life version of Developmental Valley School Lunch Menu: http://www.engrish.com/2009/12/its-fun-to-speculate-what-you-will-get/
Tonk: 65 million years to be exact
||||||||| 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 Principalpoop falls out at 9:06 PM.
live cat soap: merl, is that "real"
live cat soap: poop
H. Stones: is that the Pooper in the Rye ?
Principalpoop: let the air out of your shoes
FireTween: I hear ah, clem!
Merlyn: I'll take the barbecue speculation
FireTween: Hi P
Principalpoop: how did they know it was a new year without dick clark or guy lombardo?
H. Stones: Greetings Clem
Tonk: is the coke fried beef being updated to crack fried?
Principalpoop: the voice of ah, clem
live cat soap: speaking of bbq merl, any knoledge of the profiles in bbq sauce routine?
live cat soap: ive never heard it and there are billions who can make the same statement
Merlyn: don't think so cat, I can only think of profiles in butter
H. Stones: tal;king of fictional characters, JC is doing OK
Principalpoop: skink, wisconsin or michigan?
live cat soap: no, this was thier play whree lbj killed rfk. they stopped performing it when rfk was actually killed
live cat soap: hows it goin, poop?
Tonk: Michigan, once the Wolverine state, Now the Great Lakes state
Principalpoop: compared to what?
live cat soap: when were you here last, tonk?
FireTween: You know, Merl, sometimes I think they make up signs like that just to mess iwth us ;)
live cat soap: i dunna, death?
FireTween: with
Tonk: Long time ago, Not sure really. Three years?
live cat soap: welcome bsck.
FireTween: Of course, cease, it was Krassner in The Realist that suggested LBJ was involved in the JFK killing
Principalpoop: and then the rabbi said I thought monkey came with you
Tonk: I think it was before they changed the water.
live cat soap: we're always here for you and everyone who's interested inthe firesign, who are surprisingly livley for their old age
FireTween: lol P
H. Stones: they still havent finished changing it Tonk
live cat soap: tween, did you read what krassner actuall wrote about that?
FireTween: Just excerpts
Principalpoop: the 60s was just a trip, never happened
FireTween: I'm currently reading his "One Hand Jerking"
live cat soap: i swear as oftten as most southpark characters, but to describe what krassner says lbj does to dead jfk is beyond that
FireTween: You must have lived through the 60's, P. You don't remember it...
live cat soap: reading krassner is always a good idea
FireTween: Oh yeah, standing over the coffin?
FireTween: Yes, that was a bit over the top
Principalpoop: i watched it on tv, a laugh-in child
H. Stones: checks his Whole Earth Catalogue
Principalpoop: is that stones, speaking?
Tonk: Ah yes, the 60's. why I wan knee high to a grasshopper in those daze
live cat soap: im reading now Dig Infinity, bio of lord buckley
live cat soap: with cd of his routines much coolness
live cat soap: they must have been big grasshoppers, tonk
FireTween: Really don't know much about Lord Buckley. Heard the name, of course.
Tonk: Fallout from nuke testing
Principalpoop: radioactive cukes
live cat soap: theres great stuff on line, tween. check him out
Tonk: The real standout 60's events for me were the Detroit riots and the 68 Tigers
live cat soap: i first heard him on radio free oz, xmas eve 67. the naz. brilliant riff ended that show into xmas day
live cat soap: are you a detroiter, tonk?
Tonk: Indeed
Mudhead: the riot at Columbia, the peace-in in NYC, Woodstock
live cat soap: ive lived in lots of places so hopefully north van is home but who knows? earth quekes?
live cat soap: hi mud
Mudhead: hi everybody
Principalpoop: hey mudhead
live cat soap: ah, old man ossman
Mudhead: I was caught in, and tear gassed, at Columbia in the 60's
live cat soap: as high as possibole, mud
Tonk: I always thought as a kid I'd get out of the Detroit area. Aged 51 and haven't left yet.
Mudhead: actually i was 13
FireTween: wow Mud
Principalpoop: lots of highways through there, get on a drive hehe
Principalpoop: you hippie freak mud you
Tonk: P. I do get a week trip on the H-D each summer. Blue Ridge Parkway is the plan this year.
live cat soap: does anyone else listenig to this ossman play have a problem with a god who is outside of time, being Old
Mudhead: not at the time, I was just seein the world all dewy eyed, fresh from the sticks spendin a summer with my aunt an uncle in Rockaway nY
Principalpoop: ahh ok, some of my neighbors have never been more than 50 miles from home
Mudhead: Had to travel to Columbia with my cousin to the library
Principalpoop: 13 is a wee lad
Mudhead: and got caught in one of the demonstrations
Tonk: Mud, is that Columia, SC?
Mudhead: no, Columbia University in NYC
Principalpoop: no, the gem of the universities
||||||||| Bunnyboy sneaks in around 9:25 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last month's "unpleasant incident."
Bunnyboy: Eep!
Principalpoop: eep
live cat soap: hey bun
Tonk: Ah, clear as the moon lit night
Mudhead: I'll always remember that day, I had lost my older cousins hand
Mudhead: in the tumult
Principalpoop: when you grabbed the hash pipe and inhaled?
Mudhead: I didnt start smokin till 75
FireTween: Hey Bunny
Mudhead: but oh, for some blond etheopian hash
Principalpoop: what were you waiting for?
Principalpoop: yessir mister mud, oh oh oh
live cat soap: you, poop
Tonk: Speaking of Hash, I think this year will mark the 35th year of the Ann Arbor Hash Bash
Principalpoop: what day? time for a road trip
Mudhead: I come from a divorced Reform Jewish upbrining
live cat soap: are you a regular, tonk?
FireTween: Ann Arbor was quite the hotbed in the 60's and 70's, wasn't it?
Bunnyboy: What's the Ossman piece, on CNI?
Tonk: http://www.hashbash.com/
Principalpoop: George Tirebiter being God
FireTween: Was just going to ask
live cat soap: waht is a divorced reofrm jew? you only renounce holf of the torah?
Tonk: I 'was' for a number of year. On and off, mostly off now.
FireTween: ah yeah, John Sinclair. I've still got a gopy of Guitar Army
Principalpoop: ahh ok, same as smoking in dc on the 4th of july
live cat soap: did any of you folks hear the hour hour hsows last sunday?
live cat soap: f you love firesign, why not?
Tonk: If you ever meet someone from Ann Arbor, ask about "Jake"
live cat soap: for this old firefeind, new stuff. wonderful nuggets from 1970
FireTween: Nope - got an email about it though
Bunnyboy: Sunday is De Lawd's day.
Principalpoop: i was there at the wrong time and forgot to go back
live cat soap: bun, yoiure in my time zone. wny not tune in? best radio ever
FireTween: Misplaced my secret Firesign decoder headphones, cease, so I couldn't listen :(
live cat soap: or maybe not. too many listerners burns out their bandwith or whatever
||||||||| 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 falls out at 9:32 PM.
Principalpoop: hi bambi
Bambi: hello Dear Friends
live cat soap: tween, its radiojive.com
live cat soap: anyone can listen
live cat soap: hi deer
Principalpoop: jake, he was from detroit? ahh that is right
Mudhead: Catherwood get Bambi a toasted almond
||||||||| Catherwood gets bambi a toasted almond.
Bambi :-)
Tonk: Jake was this old black man that made a living, living on the streets of Ann Arbor.
Bambi: yummmm thanks Mudhead (and Cather_wood)
Mudhead: i spark
Bunnyboy: Hiya, Bambi!
H. Stones: Hi Bambi,
Bambi: hey there! :-)
Tonk: Sorry I must go. I'll try and not wait for three years till my next drop in
Mudhead: hurry back tonk
live cat soap: tonk, please return as often as you like
Tonk: night all. . .
H. Stones: just zipping over to Nm to check on Honey
H. Stones: bbs
Bambi: nice to see ya Tonk ... hi and bye for now
Bunnyboy: The announcer at the end of the "God" piece sounds like the Duck's Breath actor who plays Dr. Science.
Bambi: hey Bunny, Tween, STones, Cat, Mudhead, Princep, Merlyn
live cat soap: all the best, tonk
Principalpoop: ciao tonk
Bunnyboy: nitey Tonk!
live cat soap: bun, did yo see kirkland show?
Bunnyboy: MISSING SHOE is like a newspaper cartoon version of Nick Danger.
Bambi: comic book style?
Bunnyboy: cat: Sadly, no. All my marginally interested family/friends attended the Whidbey show.
live cat soap: i want to do comic books. eventrually
Bunnyboy: Mary's a fan, but not a hardcore Firehead.
live cat soap: at least they sold out, after cancelling the first show
live cat soap: friehead is hard
Bunnyboy: Yeah, the PR turnaround was just too brief, this time.
live cat soap: i worry about the being over exposed in seattle area
Principalpoop: puerto rico? Priscilla Raspberry? Ron Paul?
live cat soap: not that many firefans
Principalpoop: they need to make their work more accessible, dumb it down, more fart jokes
Bunnyboy: RE: Seattle - bite yer tongue! MONTHLY Puget Sound shows. from now on.
||||||||| 9:42 PM: ah,clem jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!"
Principalpoop: hi ahhh, clem
live cat soap: you htihnk the lads could sell out a long run in a seattle venue, bun?
ah,clem: good evening
live cat soap: i do not believe you
live cat soap: hey clem
Bambi: good evening Clem! :-)
ah,clem: bbiab, have to conserve b/w
Principalpoop: ok
ah,clem: love you Bambi
live cat soap: keep on conserving, clem
||||||||| ah,clem is defenestrated just as the clock strikes 9:45 PM.
Mudhead: Ouch!
Principalpoop: Phew!
FireTween: Poor clem...
live cat soap: wisocnisn. had a wonderful "wisconsin omlette" at braeburn cafve in lnglye during firesing weekend. merl, di d yo go there? great cheeese
Bunnyboy: Hey, where's that HD CNI stream?
FireTween: He had a telephone in his missing shoe?
Bunnyboy: Great Cheese is an oxymoron.
FireTween: lol Bun
FireTween: Might be a while...
FireTween: rudundant, at least, Bun
Principalpoop: oxymoron or redundent?
live cat soap: never had bad cheese, bun?
Principalpoop: stop that tween
live cat soap: my eye sight is disappearing
live cat soap: not thatr it ever appearred much here
Principalpoop: eat more carrots
Principalpoop: oops, that is for night vision
Bunnyboy: I meant what I said, and I said what I meant. Great Cheese Oxymoron, 100 percent!
live cat soap: i had carrots as partr of veg dish for lunch. delish
live cat soap: no my night vision is fucked
Principalpoop: you made my girlfriend Velvetta cry bun
live cat soap: i had to drive my aunt back from my mother's place last night. seenig was more diffilclut than i expected
Bunnyboy is not a cheese fan.
||||||||| It's 9:50 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Tonk - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Principalpoop: old rods cat hehe
live cat soap: my aunt is 10 yearts younger than mu mother and dreads becoming as demented and infirm
H. Stones: Honey sends a big Halloo to you all from snowy Stamp Toilet, NM
Principalpoop: there are thousands of different kinds bunny, you don't like any of them?
Principalpoop: love to her too
live cat soap: you know howard zinn? i f not, do so. he died today
live cat soap: i think the firesign and woard zinn had the same meage: fight the power, do not accept authority
Principalpoop: why do I know that name, a progessive?
||||||||| A stretch dumpster pulls up to the front door at 9:53 PM; Phil Austin gets out and signs a few autographs before entering the Waiting room.
Principalpoop: wow, phil austin is in the chat house
Bambi: hi Phil!
Bunnyboy: I tolerate mild cheeses, like swiss and mozarella (latter not really cheese - it's cheese food). Yellow and sharp cheeses are repulsive, and "veining"? Forget it!
Principalpoop: Merlyn, drag out the red carpet, ahh he is red
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "9:54 PM and late as usual, it's ah,clem, just back from Elmertown."
Bunnyboy: Hiya, Mister President!
Mudhead: we just walk all over him
Bunnyboy: Congrats on the Puget Sound Go-around!
ah,clem: greetings lord phil
H. Stones: Hi Phil, good to see you again
Mudhead: Hello
Bambi: hope all is going well
Bunnyboy: Specifically, great show on Whidbey.
Principalpoop: we were talking of cheese, what is your favorite cheese mister austin?
Principalpoop: if that is not too personal hehe
ah,clem: a, a grade I never got...
Phil Austin: I'm down
Principalpoop: ok, we can get down too
H. Stones: you would be even further down if you had to live on this side of the pond Phil
ah,clem: why?
Mudhead: or we can get you up!
Bambi: sorry to hear that :-(
H. Stones: I've been down so long it feels like up to me
live cat soap: the philster
Principalpoop: you poor man, are you selling brooms made by the insane?
live cat soap: i'm up
FireTween: Evenin' Mr. Phil :-)
Principalpoop: i was about to use that one stones
live cat soap: or is this a dream?
Bunnyboy: I'm all around. Call me Savoir Faire. I'm everywhere.
live cat soap: how are oona and the dogs, phil?
Principalpoop: we'll have fun when daddy takes the t-bird away
H. Stones: its one from my middle class blues selection entitled, Woke up this morning saw both cars had gone !"
Phil Austin: So, I'm back from feeding the dogs and semi-alert
Principalpoop: woof thanks woof
ah,clem: i'ts my goose, and my scritp
Mudhead: Catherwood get Phil a strong coffee
||||||||| Catherwood gets phil a strong coffee.
live cat soap: daddy dont live in the new york city no more
Phil Austin: Cat: O and the dogs are good. We have two new puppies, two red heelers.
FireTween: That's a great Mull bit, Stones
live cat soap: i hope to meet them some day, phil
Bunnyboy: My Cavaliers say "woof", all around.
Principalpoop: i had an english teach who talked about the semis and the quasis...
Phil Austin: Oona just informed me that we're taking the dogs out to the pasture for a walkl. I'll be back in a while ...
FireTween: They only nip at red heels?
Bunnyboy: Actually, they look up, and go back to sleep.
Principalpoop: i am quasi-alert
live cat soap: how was kirkland/tacoma? as rapturously received as langley?
ah,clem: they chew on your heels?
FireTween: Only 1/2 way quasi?
||||||||| "10:00 PM? 10:00 PM!!" says Catherwood, "jahgust should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as jahgust enters and sits on the divan.
Principalpoop: have a nice walk, woof woof
Bunnyboy: lo jahgust!
Principalpoop: hello jahgust
Merlyn: rats, I missed phil
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
live cat soap: later, phil
Merlyn: I'll pay attention now
live cat soap: hi jan
ah,clem: all hail the Phil
ah,clem: and the moon
Mudhead: the question is...Will the Firesign Theater be playing any shows in May in NYC, or local?
Principalpoop: stop cni please ah, clem, I need to change my headphone batteries, thanks
Merlyn: why May mud?
ah,clem: and every breath I take...
live cat soap: mud, merl would know but he tells us little
Mudhead: cuz Im tryin to get it coordinated
live cat soap: hey clem, why didint you get back to me about hour hour?
ah,clem: the world does not stop for a principal
live cat soap: everyone here could be hearing that, eh?
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Ben Bland close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 10:02 PM tree-stunting plans, and scurries off to the vestibule.
Merlyn: cat, I don't really know much more than anyone else
H. Stones: but most folks stop for a poop, clem
Merlyn: lots of times Phil Fountain finds something out before I do
Principalpoop: rats, cni and time and newsweek stop for no man
Mudhead: cats gonna be visitin in May I hope
live cat soap: but your;'e part of Them, merl
ah,clem: dunno, what about hour hour?
Bunnyboy: lo Ben!
ah,clem: perhaps I was intoxicated....
live cat soap: they talk to me by whim, to you out of duty
Ben Bland: Hi
Merlyn: May sounds a bit too soon, Mud, if they toured to include NYC, I think they'd need more time to set up cities and so on
Principalpoop: caprice
Bunnyboy: No new speakers? Zombies?
Bunnyboy: Oh, there ya go, Ben.
||||||||| "10:04 PM? 10:04 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Elayne should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Elayne enters and sits in the comfy chair.
ah,clem: have to log out, by bitrate is suffering,
live cat soap: this is pretty
Principalpoop: HI ben E
Elayne: Evenin' all! Godamighty it's cold out there.
Bunnyboy: Hiya, Elayne!
live cat soap: hey el
Principalpoop: later ah, clem
||||||||| At 10:05 PM, ah,clem dashes out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
jahgust: Hey all I finally made it to the future!
Elayne: Fortunately I'm warming my hands by the Firesign.
Mudhead: Mohegan Sun, ask em to goto Mohegan Sun or Foxwood casino
Elayne: Bye Jimmy!
Bunnyboy: Phil and Oona are walkin' the dogs.
Elayne: Darn.
Principalpoop: pump up your shoes
H. Stones: Hi Elayne
Mudhead: E!
Elayne: What's the menagerie count now? Last I heard it was 4.
live cat soap: you can come back, el
Elayne: Cat, I can stay or I can go, but I don't think I'm moving very fast.
Bunnyboy: Apparently, they got 2 new redheelers.
Elayne: Watching Bob and Bing and Dorothy and lots of froggy native boys...
FireTween: evenin' E
live cat soap: i havent moved fast in a long time
Mudhead: got snow e?
Elayne: I was moving pretty fast in that biting wind a few minutes ago. :)
Elayne: This morning, Mudhead. We still have some of it on the ground here, nothing left in Manhattan.
jahgust: Twas five year a go in Portland that I turned 40 with the 4 or 5!
live cat soap: robin got any job prospects, el?
Mudhead: you need a heavy person to hold onto
Principalpoop: ahh a younger fan
H. Stones: Honey has snow to spare in NM
live cat soap: i was 40 so long ago i dont remember when
Bunnyboy: Younger than me, and that's somethin'.
Mudhead: lol
Principalpoop: that younger generation speaks a different language, let me handle this, wots up dude?
FireTween: Yeah, quite the youngster at 40 lol
FireTween: lol P
Mudhead: if ya can get the buds outta dere ears
Elayne: Wow, I didn't know Bob Hope wore briefs in Road to Zanzibar. He actually has less on than Dorothy Lamour.
H. Stones: who let all these kids in here ?
Bunnyboy: Wazzreal?
FireTween: Spuds in your ears again, Mud?
FireTween: That's it Bunny :)
Mudhead: im farmin for taters
Principalpoop: i saw two kids checking their cell phones every few seconds in the store, i finally figured out they were checking their twitter I guess
Principalpoop: i don't twit
Principalpoop: i like well, i better not say hehe
Mudhead: neither do i
live cat soap: so robin doenst want to be in my new play, eh?
Merlyn: were they upper-class twits?
Elayne: I actually saw someone texting while crossing a busy Manhattan street yesterday. The fuels!
FireTween: They're be attatching them at birth soon, P
H. Stones: not suprised to hear that Poop, whats the use of communication no longer than a text message ?
Principalpoop: K3WL
Elayne: Sorry Cat, I believe just the thought of performing gives him hives.
Principalpoop: good, you can sell the honey
Mudhead: whats the role cat?
live cat soap: in my head, i can imagine dialogue between the two of you that screans at me to wirte
Principalpoop: not our honey, robins
Merlyn: Nino says Phil Austin is standing right next to Bunnyboy! Say hi for us, BB
live cat soap: thats ok, el. i dont want to discomfot anyone. i'll hve to find as autdiocomfortable others
Elayne: Sorry Cat, he won't dance, don't ask him.
Principalpoop: was gig young from gig harbor?
jahgust: 45 today! It was great seeing folks at the Whidbey weekend!
live cat soap: you want to play elaye, mud?
Mudhead: whats it entail? Sure
Mudhead: remember im inna wheelchair
Bunnyboy: Merlyn: You're virtually as close to Phil as I am.
Elayne: I have no problem doing it, Cat, I like performing. It's just Robin who won't.
live cat soap: play is in its infanch. dont know yet
live cat soap: but i tend ot write with speciifiiv voices in mind
FireTween: Mud puts on his flimsy bernooce
Principalpoop: give him a nudge M, elbow elbow, wink wink
live cat soap: ok el, no probllem
Bunnyboy: Some as-usual wicked fun from The Onion, for LOST fans, and those who put up with them.
Bunnyboy: http://www.theonion.com/content/video/final_season_of_lost_promises_to
Elayne: I believe Dorothy Lamour wears a flimsy burnoose in this movie.
live cat soap: i should probiti myslef from being in my plays. i cant act
Ben Bland: I'm here because I was dancing with a giant neon spider that I insisted on calling Benway at a party in Second Life. Someone I'd never met mentioned the Firesign Theatre and I remembered it's Thursday Nite. That's why I'm here. What ya know, Phil Austin showed.
Bunnyboy: Oh, Joe! Hi! Everybody, this is Joe, from RI.
live cat soap: i loved lamojr. but thats her name
Elayne: Hi Joe!
Mudhead: long time nosee Benny
Bunnyboy: And it's Joe's birthday. Happy Birthday, Joe!
live cat soap: joe i met in wica?
live cat soap: hi joe
Mudhead: Happy Bday Joe!
jahgust: By the way this twit does not tweet!
Bunnyboy: cat: That is correct!
live cat soap: wuddya know?
Elayne: Cat, it sounds better than her given name, Mary Leta Dorothy Slaton.
Bunnyboy: Let me be extra clear: jahgust is Joe.
Mudhead: thats the name on the patents
live cat soap: el, yo know the lads want to play nyc at some point soon
Merlyn: Joe from Chicago?
FireTween: Happy Happy jag
live cat soap: joe, thaks for the pix
Bunnyboy: Joe wins the hardcore Firehead award. Instead of weeping and moaning about the FST not playing the East Coast...
Mudhead: please let it be when we can all go
Ben Bland: I wanted to ask Dr. Phil if he thought there should be a Future Fair in Second Life. My avatard is waiting patiently for the answer.
live cat soap: long ago she was a chick, but now, not so much
Bunnyboy: He traveled from Rhode Island to Whidbey Island. THAT is a long walk!
Principalpoop: dancing with a neon giant spider, should I be concerned?
live cat soap: hang aronnd ben, it soundes like he'll be bavk
Ben Bland: I'm in Second Life and Thursday Chat at the same time.
jahgust: I was finally able to get some time tonight to join in with all you crazy ones! Via my iphone which goes a bit slower.
Mudhead: Happy Bday
live cat soap: tech is our friend, j
Principalpoop: crazy? who are you calling crazy, why I'll cough cough gasp
Ben Bland: No. The giant neon spider crashed my viewer.
Bunnyboy: jah: I chatted on my iPhone, on the bus, a few weeks back. It's work, but it works!
Ben Bland: My avatard is presently chillin' at the vapor ware institute.
Principalpoop: catherwood, give jahgust a birthday cake with 45 candles
||||||||| Catherwood gives jahgust a birthday cake with 45 candles.
jahgust: Well I moaned a tad about the lack of East Coast but hey I like the Firesign experience as intrepid journey!
Merlyn: Sing "16 candles" three times, Catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood snubs Merlyn
Ben Bland: Socialist shocks and friendly psychic surprises. Something like that.
Bambi: happy birthday jahgust
live cat soap: yes clem thats me
Principalpoop: i am bringing up the rear, so to speak, before the fadees
Ben Bland: Psychic shock jocks?
Bunnyboy: 4 times, for the hexidecimal "sync", Merlyn.
Principalpoop: digital dinner
Mudhead: Liquor em up Catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood rushes up to Mudhead and mumbles "Did you want me?"
Mudhead: feed the room liquids
jahgust: Aww Catherwood I didn't know you cared! Thanks all! Just made a big tall wish! Spot the pop culture reference and win!
||||||||| Catherwood strides over to jahgust and inquires "Did you want something?"
Merlyn: I should check with Bergman about his new Radio Free Oz idea
Principalpoop: ahh, clem home alone, party at ahhh, clems house
Ben Bland: Socialist shock absorbers.
Elayne: Sorry if I'm fading. I just learned how to delete spam comments from my blog's new comment section, and I've been busy weeding out the spam.
live cat soap: bergman has newer answred an email question from me
live cat soap: hi el
Phil Austin: I"m back, sorry to be so rude. Big adventures with seven dogs
FireTween: That'd be great, Merl
Principalpoop: did you delete the penis enlargement ads I took the time to put there E?
live cat soap: el, the lads realy want to pllay nyc
jahgust: I'd like a glass of cold gravy with a hair in it please!
FireTween: That's quite a pack, Phil
Principalpoop: wb marlin perkins
H. Stones: wb pHIL
live cat soap: hey phil, i just told elayne that you guys really wanted to play nyc. anm i wrong?
Phil Austin: Fire: I know. Insane. What the hell are we thinking
Merlyn: Hey Phil
Phil Austin: cat: of course, but since we're producing ourselves, we need to build up a big cash reserve to make it happen
Phil Austin: Heym Merl
live cat soap: yeah you kinda tod me that when me talked aftrer firday show
Merlyn: Hope you're making money with the shows
live cat soap: cxanned hash? sounds good to me
Phil Austin: We'll do Portland OR and the north SF Bay area in late may and early June, as it looks right now
Elayne: Hello PhilA!
Ben Bland: Hot dog! An electric blanketing of genuine warmth.
Phil Austin: Hi, Elayne
jahgust: Hey Phil! Tell Oona the guy with the elf hat from Rhode Island sez hey! Great Whidbey shows dear boy! Sorry slipped into Keith Moon accent all of a sudden!
Phil Austin: Jah: Dude. Who could forget you. Joe, right?
Principalpoop: I thought it was keith richards
live cat soap: how about santa criuz, phil? oi spoke to a dj there who plays your stuff all the ntome
Elayne: What's the current canine count, Phil? Last time I saw you I believe it was 4.
Mudhead: I know Rhode Island is small, but there hasta be at least two guys with elf hats...lol
Phil Austin: Penelayne: It's seven now that we've acquired two nine-week old TWIN red australian cattle dog puppies.
Phil Austin: You know, Jahjhoe reminds me of what a good time the Whidbey shows were. VERY nice people all around.
Elayne: Wow, seven! And here I am considering that sometimes two cats is 2 2 many.
live cat soap: your fans are your frieds phil
Principalpoop: http://www.cattledog.com/
FireTween: Fried what, cease?
Phil Austin: Well, you're still in the big city, right? And what's the latest from cartoonville? I'm as usual only observant about Adult Swim and the likes of the Venture bros.
FireTween: Groat clusters?
Mudhead: are they always fightin n tusslin Elayne? Cuz it sounds like you need one more to create a herd
live cat soap: my vision seems to be diminishing as i type
Elayne: They do tussle, Mudhead, but it's the way they don't go in the litter box that frustrates us most. They were fine until a few years ago.
FireTween: Then quit looking, cease ;)
Ben Bland: I'm waiting for the Future Fair in Second Life. Where is that bus?
jahgust: Yeh Joes the real given name if you wanna call that given! New doggies?
Ben Bland: My avatard wants to know.
live cat soap: do you think you wre over exposed in seattle area, phil?
Mudhead: sounds lonely, imho id get em a kitten or two
FireTween: My Brother keeps trying to get me into Second Life
Bunnyboy: Phil: Sorry I didn't get a chance to chat with you guys on Whidbey. Had to catch the ferry.
FireTween: Having a Firesign presence there might get me interested
Phil Austin: catski: No, underexposed. We cancelled one whole show in Kirkland at literally the last minute and then showed up for the one show on Sat. Nite and suddenly it was not only sold out but oversold. They had to set up extra chairs
Principalpoop: did he lead you to the pot of gold bunny? oops that is a leprechan
Elayne: I gave up on Second Life awhile ago. I think I need a friendly avatar to show me around. I'm pretty bad with these virtual realities on my own.
Bunnyboy: I literally said "Hi! Bye!" to Merlyn.
Ben Bland: Simulated exhilaration
Merlyn: Me too, except it was to Bunnyboy
Phil Austin: bunny: so sorry to miss you. We were rushing to make a little later ferry as well
Phil Austin: I wanted to make sure to say hi to Lili and Dr. Tech. If they don't check in tonight, please forward
Elayne: Phil, should I hold my breath for an east coast swing? Can't afford to fly west, I'm afraid, we're down to a 1-income family.
Ben Bland: Elayne, my avatard is named Bacon Hellershanks. IM or drop a notecard the next time you're inworld.
Elayne: Which reminds me, if anyone needs a comic book artist...
Merlyn: sure thing Phil
Mudhead: Im just expressing a request for the group to play Mohegan Sun of Foxwoods on any New England Tour.
Elayne: Thanks Ben!
Principalpoop: both working hard, but that is good after their troubles...
live cat soap: phil,m did yio listen to the cd i gave you? i'm tryig to continue on the same rifff
Mudhead: Please
Bunnyboy: I snagged y'alls sigs on my BOX OF DANGER...and you handed it back to the guy in front of me! ; )
Phil Austin: Elayne: For the first time n our miserable lives, we're investing in these shows and producing them ourselves. It will take time to build up enough profit to finance an east coast swing
Elayne: Lili and DocTec would love the guys to play Foxwoods or Mohegan Sun. I'd be a little afraid to go, half my ex-husband's family works at Foxwoods...
Elayne: Ah well, Phil, I can but hope...
Principalpoop: I think you have a case bunnyboy, call my lawyer art holeflapper junior
Mudhead: I can protect you E
FireTween: Must be tough in this economy, Ohil
Phil Austin: mud: I have a prejudice for playing places where people are eating or drinking or gambling while I'm trying to talk to them
FireTween: Phil
Ben Bland: 33 Years of Doodling is the name of the exhibit in my art gallery. It's not really an art gallery at all, you know.
Mudhead: its a nice room
Principalpoop: can I smoke?
Elayne: Thanks, Mudhead. Now who will protect you?
Bunnyboy: "Anderson! My name is Anderson!"
Bunnyboy: Next up: Death of a Salesman.
Mudhead: no smoking in the room
jahgust: Howz about a live stream of a show simulfaxed to a venue on the East coast or some such? That might be fun!
Ben Bland: It's pretend or make-believe art gallery.
Mudhead: Me
Elayne: New Media! iFiresign!
Ben Bland: Scans line-drawings from 1976-2009.
Mudhead: wouldnt i-Firesign also work
Phil Austin: It's been so long since I've been here that I've only got ten lines in my display. I know I'mm missing stuff
Mudhead: cuz then it could be idashFiresign
Elayne: And yet, Phil, I think you're here more than you're on your blog. :)
Bunnyboy: Edie MacLurg! Keen.
live cat soap: Phil, are you ok wiith earl jibe playing hour hours?
Principalpoop: never a problem, people ask again, or switched topics anyway
||||||||| 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 ah,clem plummets into the garden at 10:43 PM.
Bunnyboy: Phil: Jump out, reset to 25 lines, and come back in.
H. Stones: we could do with more FT over here Phil
Bunnyboy: Done that millions of times. myself.
Elayne: Welcome back, Jimmy!
live cat soap: to me, tis the best thing thatsha[[end in e 40 years
Merlyn: 25 would be too much BB
ah,clem: are you listening to CNI, Phil?
Phil Austin: Elayne: I know, I'm so bad about the blog. I don't just make quick entries and get on with it, I tend to worry everything to the point of inactivity. Your blog is just right.
Principalpoop: 25 lines? he'll be flying
ah,clem: hi E!
Ben Bland: aving ifficulties with my eyboard
||||||||| Catherwood says "10:44 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Phil Austin by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
||||||||| Phil Austin enters at 10:44 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and dashes off to the Hat Pack Annex.
Ben Bland: orry
Bunnyboy: Merlyn: Au contraire. That's my default. Mea culpa.
ah,clem: ah, crap
Phil Austin: 25 lines is good and i'm back
Principalpoop: myspacekeyisbrokentoo
Merlyn: you washed off your celebrity status Phil
Elayne: Thanks, Phil. I do a little content every day, mostly just Silly Sites. Can't post at work any more (servers block stuff like that) and am too tired upon arriving home...
Principalpoop: wb
Bunnyboy: Oh, I get it. Dylan Thomas with a straw.
Mudhead: how bout eyeFiresign E?
Phil Austin: I'm back without my red letters
Elayne: Mudhead, would that be sausages with i's?
Principalpoop: an imposter, the real phil is a red
jahgust: Yeh an interactive audio experience with a two way link. The Q&A was heavenly on Whidbey so you do an East Coast Q&A!
Elayne: No longer a red-letter day for you, Mr. Austin!
ah,clem: ah, ok
Merlyn: I turned on your red letters again, Phil
FireTween: That's 'cause he's "Just Folks", Merl :)
H. Stones: does that mean your out of debt at last Phil ?
Phil Austin: 25 lines is good and i'm back
Mudhead: afraid of the scarlet letters Phil?
Elayne: You're the best, Brian!
Principalpoop: that is why M is Merlyn
Merlyn: I can grant anyone celebrity status
live cat soap: Phil, when you imagined another better world in down under danger, wha tknid of world would that be?
Phil Austin: Ah, I'm red again. This small bit of difference means everything.
Elayne: Good lord, this Hope/Crosby movie is offensive on levels I can't even begin to understand. Mostly I think they're murdering comedy...
live cat soap: to bulls, yes
Mudhead: better dead than red Phil
ah,clem: lord phil
Mudhead: dont you remember?
Principalpoop: yes chat does have emotions, it is not cold and senseless hehe
Ben Bland: Daydreaming. I was richer than billionaire Admirable Ted Tuna. I hired Peter Bergman to take over CNN. He bought his friends along and in his spare time worked on a project for the Cartoon Network.
FireTween: Well, as a graduate of Commie Martyr High School...
H. Stones: dont call me old and senseless, poop
Merlyn: Abandon all Hope, Elayne
Phil Austin: Well, at the risk of just going with what is in front of me, I'd bet Nick would secretly want to be in a Bing/Bob winter holiday weekend let's put on a show world. I'm kind of like him.
Principalpoop: you are english, it is expected stones
jahgust: Phil I see your tan has suddenly faded!
Elayne: Brian, I'm close to doing just that. It's inertia keeping me watching...
Bunnyboy: Maybe someday. Cartoon Network will have cartoons, again...
Phil Austin: Ah Clem: So nice to see you here
FireTween: It's just like virtual, only better, right P?
Ben Bland: BROUGHT his friends along. I must have been thinking of Charles Foster Kane.
Elayne: Phil, I like when they break the fourth wall, but they haven't really done that too much in Road to Zanzibar...
ah,clem: I sneak in when I can
Bunnyboy: Y'all heard they tried (and failed, miserably) to inject reality programming into Cartoon Network.
Principalpoop grins
Ben Bland: Or Mahatma Jeeves Kane.
Phil Austin: bunny: What did you like in the CN past?
ah,clem: on a low bit feed for the show, so not in chat all the time
FireTween: That's a sign of the times, Bunny
Bunnyboy: I'm a classic WB guy. And Robot Chicken.
ah,clem: funny, Bunny
Bunnyboy: My dad always liked Courage, The Cowardly Dog.
Phil Austin: Ah, Stones is up all night again. My dear friend who lives near Bath says it's just the hellishist of winters this year
live cat soap: even though i was in back row instead of front, i thought sat show more into it than fir
H. Stones: down to minus 23 celsius beginning of last week Phil
Mudhead: Could you guys make a pitch for 15 minutes on Cartoon Network?
live cat soap: on the wica shows i saw
jahgust: Merlyns got the spray tan going again for Phil! That was quick!
Principalpoop: stones is near bath? I did not know that, take one, please stones
Phil Austin: You know, I liked Courage the Cowardly etc. when he didn't have a voice. Am I crazy, or didn't he originally just grunt occasionally. Every time I've seen it lately, he's got this kind of NJ voice.
Merlyn: Phil, when you were talking about Super Milk Chan, the first time I saw that I had a fever, and boy was that weird
Ben Bland: The Daily Show and Adult Swim are the only reasons why I've wasted so much money on cable TV. I don't know whether to thank them or...
Elayne: My husband's family is mostly in the southwest of England, Phil, and they haven't been having an easy time of it. "Wrong kind of snow," don'tcha know. (That's an old British Rail joke.)
H. Stones: i dont bath very often and anyway its not a leap year
ah,clem: do you have means to do skype, Phil? would love to argue with you an the air sometime..
Principalpoop: every leap year, whether you need a bath or not?
ah,clem: (again)
ah,clem: we did do that once
H. Stones: yes, whether or not
Bunnyboy: Here's the rant, again: Why do cable networks (i.e MTV, Headline News, TVLand, Cartoon Network) insist on lining in programming that has NOTHING to do with their original, successful show models?
H. Stones: no point in picking up too many habits is there
Phil Austin: ahclem: I''ve got Skype downloaded but haven't made my first call yet. I've got a camera available to point at myself.
ah,clem: who cares, Bun? lol
Elayne: Bunnyboy, it's the "change for change's sake is good" model, they all follow it. Then they wonder why their viewership disappears.
Phil Austin: Super Milk Chan rules
Principalpoop: virtue is it's own reward, but the same is true for vice
ah,clem: we don't need video, please
Mudhead: Im adds2004 in Skype
Merlyn: there's weird, then there's japanese anime weird
Phil Austin: vice is it's own virtue
live cat soap: I'm gratetull at whatever interactivity you care to offer, phil
Principalpoop: well put,that is why you are the pro
ah,clem: don't have the bandwidth, would love to see ya, but...
Bunnyboy: MTV Reality, Headline News Those Mean People Who Shall Not Be Named, TVLand Theatrical Movies...
Mudhead: I just put up a Jeremy Clarkson face mask
jahgust: How about afull Robot chicken episode featuring The Firesign Theatre!
live cat soap: sounds like the marquis de bukley
Bunnyboy: Bring back Lynne Russell, dadgummit!
Phil Austin: Merl: I'd direct interested folks to shows like Ghost in the Shell, Fooley Cooley and the like
Principalpoop: anime? noo not of that beastality stuff for me
FireTween: Almost -10 is a bit cool, Stones
H. Stones: very true Tween
Merlyn: I just got onto Haruhi Suzumiya
Phil Austin: Jah: You know, I just can't really get into R. Chicken. Just too cynical. I find myself liking Moral Oral or Lucy, Daughter of the Devil much more
Ben Bland: http://www.adultswim.com
Merlyn: and there's a live action space battleship yamato coming
Mudhead: Well, Phil..I'd love to meet ya, if yur comin to New England I'd love to see the act and meet.
Principalpoop: questo, new gene roddebery idea
Phil Austin: Oh, and the classic Read or Die
Phil Austin: Mud: I have a feeling it's a couple of years away, but coming ...
Mudhead: Im not able to fly any longer alas
FireTween: SyFy has an 'Anime Monday', but it's not to my taste
live cat soap: are you converting from audio to vidoe, phil?
Principalpoop: kryptonite?
Bunnyboy: The pics of the new Pee-Wee show look fun.
Phil Austin: I won't fly and haven't for years. I like to do shows in the summer and we've got this incredibly cute tent-trailer to live in
Mudhead: and on that, im outty..g'nite dear friends
Phil Austin: bun: Is Gary Panter at all involved in the new Pee-Wee?
H. Stones: i wont even hover, Phil
Merlyn: nite mud
Principalpoop: ciao mud
FireTween: rest well, Muddy
Bunnyboy: 40th anniversary of The Future Fair next year. Any show ideas?
||||||||| Mudhead runs out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Mudhead?! It's 10:59 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
live cat soap: phil do you think howard zinn and you said the same thing?
Principalpoop: the future is here
Bunnyboy: Phil: Dunno. Lemme check...
live cat soap: fight power
Principalpoop: ahhh, clem is running amok
live cat soap: you are boss, not anyone "above" you
FireTween: BTW - while I think of it Phil, you guys did a really excellent job on Box Of Danger. A true collector's item :-)
Phil Austin: I'd like to be able to have the luxury of just doing the whole Bozos, in its entirety. That will never happen, but it would be fun. The ice cream wagon and that opening are still nice to listen to
FireTween: Yeah, Zinn is quite a loss
jahgust: Yeh true about the chicken I spose!
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
ah,clem: and the fade where george goes back in time
Elayne: Eleventy o'clock - gracious, I need to get some sleep. These 11-hour days are too much for me.
Elayne: Next week, all.
Merlyn: nite E
H. Stones: nighty night, Elayne
Elayne: Good "seeing" you again, PhilA.
Principalpoop: d'accord avec l'ahhh, clem, you did and do make the world a better place, sir
FireTween: Bye E
||||||||| Elayne departs at 11:02 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
ah,clem: g/n E!
Phil Austin: fire: Thanks. I think the box came out pretty well. It certainly looks nice and it's got a lot of odd stuff on it. Too bad we couldn't get the license for the Pizza Hut ND commercials. They're oddly strange in their own way, the way commercials - straight or parodied - often are. I think because of the restrictions of length
Principalpoop: night e
Phil Austin: night elayne and mud
ah,clem: at least ya got Ralph
Merlyn: We've got the Pizza Hut ads on the podcast: http://www.firesigntheatrelegacy.com/podcasting/list.php
live cat soap: judith told me you hadnt broken even on the danger box set. does that bode il for other projects>
Merlyn: pretty funny that you couldn't fully name "Rocky Rococo" in the ads, too
Phil Austin: I wish Proctor would write a new ralph
ah,clem: what ever happened to rat in a box?
Bunnyboy: Gary Panter was the designer for the new show. More of the old Playhouse vibe...only bigger and fluffier!
FireTween: omg, really cease?
live cat soap: my dad was his competitor, wray bros ford on van nuys blvd
Merlyn: Hey Phil, you're the only Firesign one without a Facebook page yet, going to get one someday?
FireTween: I was just going to check that out Merl
live cat soap: good q, usualy dormant merl
Phil Austin: cat: I didn't realize your family had penetrated the surreal LA used car market. thought you were just Calgary
Bunnyboy chants "Phil on Facebook, Phil on Facebook!"
FireTween: Just joined Proc's friend list
ah,clem: I don't have one either, I respect his judgement
Principalpoop: cat is still full of suprises hehe
H. Stones: i thought Facebook was just a front for the CIA
FireTween joins in the chant
live cat soap: yes i wrote ads for him;. half a century ago, alas
Principalpoop: i saw that on the net too stones hehe
FireTween: Probably Stones lol
jahgust: night Elayne and Mud...I for one am clenched with anticipation of the Radio series being released!
Phil Austin: Merl: I'm lagging on facebook for no real reason. Oona says she doesn't want a page and we already feel behind on the blog and everything else in life. I suppose this will change soon. Does anyone in the world still use myspace?
live cat soap: no
Principalpoop: roger murdock bought that, ewwwww
H. Stones: lots of youn musos use myspace, Phil
ah,clem: lol cat
FireTween: Used to, Phil, but Facebook seems to be the going concern these days
Merlyn: you don't need to do too much on facebook besides have a page, though
ah,clem: (short answer)
FireTween: The succinct reply...
H. Stones: i still use blogger, i can write and post as much or as little as i like and pinger will pass the word for me
Principalpoop: quite
live cat soap: phil, is the hour hour project bergman et wlll talked about in whidbey happening?
Ben Bland: You don't know lag until you've experienced Second Life.
Bunnyboy: EAT OR BE EATEN presaged the L'il Green Plant / Virtual Kudzu concept.
H. Stones: course i do Ben i used to be on AOL
live cat soap: i suggested not in my review for switch, cuz i'm cynical based on experience, not expectation.
FireTween: I hear it a real resource hog, Ben
Principalpoop: don't get me started, I remember 2000 baud
jahgust: I still use myspace for the music end of my projects though it is slowing
Ben Bland: Yes. Now remember AOL in 1995, Stones.
FireTween: The System Requirements for 2nd Life are pretty hefty
H. Stones: they upped me to 20 meg so i can handle most loads now
live cat soap: hey jah, youre the guy i met in whidbey, eh?
FireTween: http://secondlife.com/support/system-requirements/
Phil Austin: cat: there's a lot of talk lately about hour/hour and DF and all the old radio shows. I'm relying on Taylor Jessen to sort things out
FireTween: I used AOL and Prodigy at 1400 baud, P
Ben Bland: It's a simple choice, Tween. Your iron lung or give the video card all the juice in your house. Or on your block.
jahgust: That is correct Live!
Principalpoop: ahhhh bulletin boards
Bambi: I remember 600 baud modems on alternate oses (other than dos) and 14.4 modems on win 95 ... and the first AOL when all they had was a skeleton of a system with no real content at all lol
H. Stones: i foudn this a couple of weeks back, new to me but probably not to you guys, certainly brilliant if you like old radio and making samples
H. Stones: http://tennesseebillsotr.com/
H. Stones: some nice old video there too
Principalpoop: i meant to say 200 baud, only used for 2 ibm mainframes to talk to each other
live cat soap: ive given taylor my mushroom tapes and wll sem him my 8 hours of your hollywood nightshigt showw
jahgust: The radio shows are still the best late night driving ear food!
live cat soap: me? spell?
Phil Austin: cat: didn't realize you had 8 hrs of niteshift. that's 8 more hours than I've got
FireTween: I love Bergman's Facebook pic - http://www.facebook.com/search/?q=Peter+Bergman&init=quick#/pbergman1?ref=search&sid=1559286216.3501508045..1
Bambi: or was that 300 baud on the alternate oses and 600 baud on win 3.1 and trumpet winsock and win 3.1.1 and then 14.4 baud on win 95 ... yeah think that was more like it
Bunnyboy: Just finished reading Walter Tetley's bio. Cool beans.
Principalpoop: ok ok bambi, we are old, leave it at that
Merlyn: nice hair in that photo
Principalpoop: lol
Bambi: lol princep
live cat soap: Phil, everything I have you havd. I will send you list,
||||||||| Phil Austin, spotting Bradshaw, runs into The Aviary.
Phil Austin: cat: didn't realize you had 8 hrs of niteshift. that's 8 more hours than I've got
||||||||| "I'm going to The Aviary" says Merlyn, and leaves.
||||||||| Bunnyboy sneaks away to The Aviary...
Bambi: night all
Phil Austin: cat: there's a lot of talk lately about hour/hour and DF and all the old radio shows. I'm relying on Taylor Jessen to sort things out
||||||||| "I'm going to The Aviary" says FireTween, and leaves.
H. Stones: sweet dreams Bambi
Principalpoop: thanks so much ahh, clem, get home safe bambi
ah,clem: good night all
||||||||| 11:18 PM -- Phil Austin enters. (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
Phil Austin: wandering around
||||||||| FireTween has arrived at the appointed hour of 11:18 PM.
||||||||| Merlyn has arrived at the appointed hour of 11:18 PM.
live cat soap: phil, oona, dogs: there is never a nanosecound that i am not on your side
H. Stones: i have to go now too, special thanks Clem and nice to see you again Phil
Principalpoop: wb, waiting in aviary or birding the waiting room?
||||||||| Bunnyboy walks in and says "It's 11:19 PM, has anybody seen Nancy?"
Principalpoop: night your highness
H. Stones: sweet dreams all, stay safe, stay well
Bunnyboy: Well, that was fun.
Merlyn: nice to have the UK show up, stones
live cat soap: indeed, bun
||||||||| ah,clem is kicked out just as the clock strikes 11:19 PM.
Principalpoop: toad away
Bunnyboy: nite, Hemmie and Bambi!
FireTween: Well fellows and fellowettes, it's been fun as always. Take care all, and the very best to Firesign and their families...
||||||||| FireTween departs at 11:20 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
Bunnyboy: Nite, Tween!
Phil Austin: hemlockian: nice to see you again and stay beyond safe and well
live cat soap: you 2tween
Phil Austin: tweenie: good night
Bunnyboy: Sure that's not Safe and Wall, the Break-In point?
live cat soap: phil you are always here
Bunnyboy: Like Schroedinger's Cat.
Principalpoop: linus and lucy had a cat?
jahgust: I probably should to Litte Nemos House as well. Work in the morning and all! Nighty nights all and fun to be here!
Bunnyboy: The cat had a spat and spat...on his spats.
Phil Austin: I'm Schroedingering. I both exist and don't. Don't watch me, or it will change.
Principalpoop: did they open the box or not?
Bunnyboy: I'm in disgeisel.
live cat soap: yes i am trying to imafgine a beter world, like phil refers to n Down Une Danger
Bunnyboy: The Lady or the TiiiAAAIAIIEEEE!!!...
Phil Austin: Jah: good night. If Oona were here she'd make sure that I told you that you were one of the highlights of her Whidbey experience. You and the catman.
Ben Bland: Who is it that said... When you put on the nose...?
Principalpoop: i just learned that the last thing that came out of Pandora's box was hope, must be a joke in there somewhere
live cat soap: i dont know whats in that world, but tiz the nature of plays to reveal themsleve
Bunnyboy: Night, jah! Come back soon!
Principalpoop: ciao Jah
Merlyn: cya jah
live cat soap: keep on jahinng
Phil Austin: Pandoeringer's Box. Hey, these flies are dead!
Principalpoop: lol
Ben Bland: It... It...
Merlyn: well, don't pay for 'em then
live cat soap: Be not plowed
Principalpoop: plied goes before a fall
live cat soap: but in 3d they're really pretyy
Bunnyboy: Whose line was it: Death, Be Not Funny.
Bunnyboy: I dunno, but it cooks.
Bunnyboy: Jackass In A Box: "Okay, we're gonna strap ourselves to this really big SPRING, okay? And we're gonna be NAKED! And then..."
Ben Bland blinks at the camera.
Principalpoop: he said neked, hehe hehe
live cat soap: .Were recent gigs profitable, Phil? we sure hope so
||||||||| It's 11:30 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| jahgust - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Bambi - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Principalpoop: my ego is too fragile for your line of work, when the kirkland sales were slow I would be dispondent, and then get mania know the other show sold out
Phil Austin: cat: yes
Principalpoop: you take everything with a grain of salt
||||||||| Around 11:31 PM, H. Stones walks off into the sunset...
Principalpoop: applause for proftis
Bunnyboy: Okay, we're down to 6. Break out the cards.
live cat soap: i was kicked off but am back
Principalpoop: you are taking dexter fongs place tonight phil, that is a weighty responsibility, but you are up to it, maybe
Bunnyboy: Got any threes?
Principalpoop: Gin?
Bunnyboy: Instead of parking the car, he walks the dogs.
live cat soap: teh reason that this chat exists is becauswe some people want the fiesign to keep going
Principalpoop: exactly bunnyboy
live cat soap: spelling is not my thing, alas
Principalpoop: they will going and know as long as people can laugh cat, a wonder
Principalpoop: oops known
Principalpoop: let me try that again
live cat soap: well put, poop
Principalpoop: They will be going and will be known for as long as people can laugh :D
Principalpoop: and a couple of years after that LOL
Phil Austin: Well, it's so nice to know that this thurs. nite tradition continues. I'll try to check in more regularly, but let me just say that I really love the fact that you guys are here. Nighty night
||||||||| Catherwood says "11:36 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Phil Austin by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
Principalpoop: oops, I am assuming he knows our dexter fong, not the character
Merlyn: cya phil
Principalpoop: thanks again
Ben Bland: Nite.
Principalpoop: night all
||||||||| 11:36 PM -- Principalpoop left for parts unknown. (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
||||||||| Ben Bland rushes off, saying "11:37 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
Bunnyboy: Thanks, Phil!
Bunnyboy: Aw, that was neat.
Bunnyboy: nite poop...and gentlemen.
Bunnyboy: I'm flipping out!
||||||||| "11:39 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Bunnyboy, who then scurries out through the french doors and down through the garden.
Merlyn: NITE AWL
||||||||| Merlyn departs at 11:40 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
live cat soap: ara
live cat soap: 0off we flee
||||||||| It's 11:50 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| live cat soap - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| RedPillTweeny waltzes in at 12:09 AM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
||||||||| It's 12:20 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| RedPillTweeny - 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:
Phil Austin
ah,clem
Bambi
Ben Bland
Bunnyboy
Elayne
Firebroiled
FireTween
H. Stones
jahgust
live cat soap
Merlyn
Mudhead
Phil Austin
Principalpoop
Tonk URL References:
http://secondlife.com/support/system-requirements/
http://tennesseebillsotr.com/
http://www.adultswim.com
http://www.cattledog.com/
http://www.engrish.com/2009/12/its-fun-to-speculate-what-you-will-get/
http://www.facebook.com/search/?q=Peter+Bergman&init=quick#/pbergman1?ref=search&sid=1559286216.3501508045..1
http://www.firesigntheatrelegacy.com/podcasting/list.php
http://www.hashbash.com/
http://www.theonion.com/content/video/final_season_of_lost_promises_to

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"