Weekly Firesign Chat Cheese Log

A Firesign Chat
03/11/2010

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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 March 11, 2010 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| 6:09 AM: Firebama jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past year and a half!"
Firebama:

Well, do you know about the gatherin’?

I said, do you know about the gatherin’?

I say the gatherin’ of the Revolutionary Forces!

Well, that’s gonna be at Reverend Willie’s pad

--at three o’clock this afternoon

--and be on time . . .
Firebama:

Ha, ha, ho!
You bet, Dear Friends,
it is going to be all right.
It’s going to be all right tonight,
here at the Powerhouse Church

of the Presumptious Assumption

of the Blinding Light.
Firebama:

Yes, Friends,

welcome to Pastor Flash’s Hour of Reckoning,

with Organ Leroy at his organ again,

and the Fifty-Voice St. Louis Aquarium Choir.

I’m Decon E. L. Mouse.

But, Dear Friends in these days of modern time,
when you can’t tell the AC’s
from the DC’s,

well aren’t we all yearning for someone
who can turn on a little stopping power?

Dear Friends,
I mean a smokey glass.

Don’t you think I mean a lightning rod
with which to chase these spooks away?

Don’t you know I mean our own Pastor Rod Flash!

He’s been up for a week,

but he’s coming down!
||||||||| Firebama leaves to catch the 6:10 AM train to Hawaii.
||||||||| RedPillTweeny sneaks in around 1:47 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
||||||||| It's 2:00 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| RedPillTweeny - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| "8:54 PM? 8:54 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Dexter Fong should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Dexter Fong enters and sits in front of the fireplace.
Dexter Fong: What time is it Catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood says "It's exactly 8:56 PM!"
Dexter Fong: Thankyou Catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood walks right past Dexter Fong
||||||||| Catherwood escorts H. Stones inside, makes a note of the time (9:00 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
H. Stones: Greetings Sir fong
Dexter Fong: Evening stones
Dexter Fong: And how are you this fire evening
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, March 11, 2010 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
H. Stones: It feels like spring over here at last, how are things in the Big Apple
Dexter Fong: Had three four days of sun and warmish weather but rain on the horizon thru the weekend
H. Stones: at least its been dry here but the wind has kept the temp in single figures
||||||||| Catherwood ushers c's in through the front door at 9:03 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
H. Stones: we have an old maxim over here about the weather which goes, "If you dont like it,.... wait a minute!"
c's: hi lads
Dexter Fong: That's centigrade isn't it? I can't do the transfer function
Dexter Fong: Hi Cat
H. Stones: yes
H. Stones: at minus forty its the same in Centigrade or fahrenheit
c's: we had our first winter snowfall here today
Dexter Fong: Just in time for the olympics
c's: just in time for para-olympics, which start tomorrow
H. Stones: it sounds a bit late this year cat
c's: my only interest in the olympics is that the torch looks like a bob marley size joint
c's: yeah spring is in 9 days
H. Stones: lol
Dexter Fong: Pass the tower on the left, mon
c's: the skiiers were skiing on bales of hay covered with trucked in snow for the healthy olympics
H. Stones: its academic here, in 1972, snow stopped the cricket in Buxton on the 2nd June
c's: i'm afraid our city will be full of people on wheel chairs stuck in snow
H. Stones: do they have any events for dyslexics ?
H. Stones: or could you suggest some ?
c's: F and I attended a concert of his in vancouver in a rather ritzy venue, where he was literally smoking a joint the size of a baseball bat on stage
Dexter Fong: The backwards race
c's: only my typyping olympics, stones
H. Stones: its another Gold for Canadia
c's: only acapulco, stones
Dexter Fong: Wonder where ah...Clem! that's it...where's CLEM
H. Stones: thats a funny way to spell Vancouver but i suppose thats dyslexics at its best
c's: maybe he joined the firesign theatre and has no time for us minor leaguers anymore
H. Stones: here we specialise in the arse over tit two man bob
Dexter Fong: He's the fifth crazy guy
||||||||| llanwydd enters at 9:10 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Haberdashery Barn.
Dexter Fong: Cat: YOu hear anything from Doc and/or Lili?
H. Stones: do they still practice Ski Humping ?
llanwydd: buenos abend
H. Stones: hi llan
Dexter Fong: A bien, todt llan
llanwydd: lol
llanwydd: till you die
c's: yes dex i spoke to doc a few days ago
Dexter Fong: or someone takes your place
c's: he runs my daughter's website and i needed him to update it
Dexter Fong: Things okay with them Cat?
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 9:12 PM, dragging Principalpoop by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Firehead?"
H. Stones: Greetings Poop
||||||||| Catherwood leads the Fool on the Hill in through the front door at 9:12 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
llanwydd: Hey Princ
Dexter Fong: Poop's hair
Principalpoop: the crawford brothers?
c's: i was under the impression he would be here tonight, but you know the kind of pressure he's under
Principalpoop: hi fool, all
c's: hi poop and llan
llanwydd: Welcome, Fool
c's: fool
Principalpoop: the short hairs
Dexter Fong: Hey FH
the Fool on the Hill: howdy folks
llanwydd: eating your gooseberry pudding up on the knoll?
Principalpoop: and the little one said, knoll over, knoll over
c's: i'll let doc address that when he shows up, dex
Principalpoop: i won't forget this in a hurry
Dexter Fong: Take your time poop
llanwydd: lol
llanwydd: lol
Principalpoop: steady llanwydd
llanwydd: there's an echo in here
Dexter Fong: Sturdy Ilanwydd
Principalpoop: there's an echo in here
llanwydd: hmm?
||||||||| "9:18 PM? 9:18 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Elayne should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Elayne enters and sits on the couch.
Elayne: Evenin' all!
Dexter Fong: Hi E
Principalpoop: Hi E
H. Stones: Hi there Elayne
llanwydd: it just looked funny. "I won't forget this in a hurry" followed by "take your time"
llanwydd: Hey Elayne
Dexter Fong: It sounded funny when I played it in my head
Elayne: Haven't blogged yet today, any good Silly Site suggestions?
H. Stones: well that explains the echo, Fong
Principalpoop: intellectual humor llan, you know how fong it
llanwydd: sounds even funnier when you read it
Dexter Fong: what echo?
H. Stones: there it goes again
llanwydd: what echo?
Dexter Fong: Moon worms
c's: hey el, we got another olympics for ya
c's: this one with snow!
H. Stones: it wont catch on C
Elayne: Do tell, Cat
c's: el, for the past few weeks, whenever i go to your site, my anti-virus program detects a virus
llanwydd: the snow is melting in my neck of the wydds
Elayne: That's very strange, Cat, maybe you should read the RSS feed?
H. Stones: slush glorius slush
Dexter Fong: Tie a scarf around it or knit little sweaters
c's: i can try that, el. you have no idea why my computer would find your site diseased?
llanwydd: little sweaters?!
llanwydd: have you ever considered how disgusting the word "sweater" is?
Principalpoop: How rude, you could have not found a nicer way to say that?
c's: you think i should cancel my bookmark and visit your site from another?
Elayne: No idea at all, Cat. I've had the malware less than a week and it's not affecting my blog (I'm pretty much doing everything on the Mac now).
Dexter Fong: There's been an outbreak in some small New Jersey town of someone putting little knited sleeves and such on lamp posts and tree limbs
H. Stones: it probably doesnt trust anyone with too many consonants in his name
llanwydd: and yet everybody wants to own a beautiful "sweater". how gross
Elayne: I honestly have no idea, Cat.
c's: i guess they have nothing else to do there
||||||||| Catherwood enters with SpringTweening close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 9:24 PM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the Aviary.
llanwydd: I heard about that on npr, dex
SpringTweening: Lo dere, folks
Principalpoop: hi tween
llanwydd: Hey Tween
Dexter Fong: Hey Tweeny
Elayne: Hi Tween!
c's: hi tween
Dexter Fong: Anyone know why clem is absent tonight
H. Stones: greetings Tweenster
SpringTweening: He's feeling poorly
SpringTweening: As is Mud
c's: that would explain it
Principalpoop: feel better ahh, clem, cni is on
H. Stones: i hope hes feeling better soon
c's: i hope mud had a great birthday feast at least
llanwydd: the fool is fading
H. Stones: his hill should outlive him
llanwydd: I'm sure
H. Stones: even Nino knows not where he is
llanwydd: sdfghjkl
llanwydd: nino doesn't know much
Principalpoop: stumped nino, wow
Principalpoop: nino knows all
llanwydd: this week, nino has me 100 miles south of where I actually live
H. Stones: All or Nothing, who sang that ?
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "9:29 PM and late as usual, it's ah,clem, just back from Camden."
llanwydd: Hey Cle
Elayne: Hey Jimmy!
llanwydd: sorry, clem
Principalpoop: hi ahhhh, clem
c's: hey clem. soon to be mr. health
ah,clem: hi hi hi
H. Stones: possibly you have been going south for some time llan
Dexter Fong: Hi Clem, was wondering about your whereabouts
H. Stones: Greetings Clem
llanwydd: lol
c's: nah, he'll outlive all of us, stones
Principalpoop: cni is on, i figured you were saving bandwidth, but they had you were sick
Principalpoop: get well alors, obey the principal
||||||||| New CNI streaming notice: '"a few minutes with FireSign Theatre"'
llanwydd: we can go farther south in america than you can in england
Dexter Fong: Yay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Principalpoop: I thought M had to do that, cool ahh, clem
llanwydd: we end up in the coral. you end up in the chalk
ah,clem: I'm ok, had a bad day yesterday, it comes and goes.
Principalpoop: weather changing, better soon I hope
H. Stones: i cannot argue with that llan
llanwydd: lol
Principalpoop: they have the chunnel now llan, he can go to france
llanwydd: that IS south
Dexter Fong: Timmie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
H. Stones: i hear that the last earthquake moved the Americas another yard west
llanwydd: I heard that too. ten feet
llanwydd: it also shortened our days by 1.26 milliseconds
H. Stones: ten feet, isnt that a Texan yard, better consult with Tween
llanwydd: and that's for the whole world. you can blame that on the chileans
Dexter Fong: Ten feet west? That means the atlantic is betting bigger..soon we'll have really big surf
H. Stones: and they will increase the air fare
llanwydd: LOL
Dexter Fong: and charge extra for surfboards
H. Stones: damn
H. Stones: i also noticed that they had a mini tsunami in CA
Dexter Fong: Stones: How is Honey doing?
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Captain Lou Yamamoto inside, makes a note of the time (9:36 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
llanwydd: Hey Yammy
Principalpoop: just because you guys chose greenwich as the center, if we had chosen our greenwich, then you moved East
Elayne: Evenin' Yam!
Dexter Fong: Hi Yam =))
Principalpoop: yum yam
Captain Lou Yamamoto: Greetins
H. Stones: i wonder which came first, the Observatory or the Meridian ??
llanwydd: mini tsunami sounds like some kind of japanese women's garment
Principalpoop: a prime question
Captain Lou Yamamoto Avoids Greenwiches theys pretty nasty
llanwydd: sounds trendy, actually
Dexter Fong: Stones, at one time various countries moved Merideans around according to who they felt was top nation at the time
H. Stones: Sounds like a New Zealand opera star
Captain Lou Yamamoto Looks under the Mini Tsunami and catches the wave
llanwydd: LOL
ah,clem: made a creamed brocolli soup with cheese, very sesonal dish
llanwydd: greenwich sounds like something unripe for lunch
Dexter Fong: I'll have two mini tsunami's and a barrel wrap
Principalpoop: i want a 8 day week, 3 days for a week end, call it new day, Poop Day
Captain Lou Yamamoto: Mini Tsunami in the Magic Flute?
H. Stones: if it were not for the development of the railway system over here, it may never have happened
c's: this is an hour hour show, if y'all dont know
Principalpoop: you saw that wikipedia entry too, eh stones?
Dexter Fong: Do you know which one, chronologically Cat?
||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| SpringTweening - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
H. Stones: the Wiki is best taken with an entire salt mine
Principalpoop: poor tween
c's: this from gary snyder
Dexter Fong: Tweeny died a measley death
llanwydd: take it with the city of salzburg
Captain Lou Yamamoto: Tween Planes of existence?
H. Stones: very witty llan
c's: is anyone else listening to these hour hours besides me?
Captain Lou Yamamoto: Too Much Salzburg gives ya High Blood Pressure. Ask Mozart
Principalpoop: the tween soulspace
llanwydd: actually I like wiki
Dexter Fong: I'm listening
c's: or am in a chat for some other comedy group?
Captain Lou Yamamoto: WHAT?
Principalpoop: i am listening now, it jumps around like a rabid monkey
H. Stones: i thought this was shiny latex chat...
Captain Lou Yamamoto: what?
Dexter Fong: Poop: Smooth listening here, you having transmission troubles?
Principalpoop: what what? Be Specific...
Dexter Fong: or reception troubles I should say
Captain Lou Yamamoto: I can't shift out of PARK
c's: southpark or park place?
Principalpoop: not the sound volume, the topics
Dexter Fong: Just lock it, but rremember, Not Responsible
llanwydd: parking is such sweet sorrow
Captain Lou Yamamoto accelerates unintentionally
Principalpoop: buy a toyota
Dexter Fong: Poop: This is a radio show, that's what they did..not like the albums
Principalpoop: usually there is some string, I have not found it yet
Captain Lou Yamamoto: String Theory?
Principalpoop: precisely
c's: i'm going to go over each episode and try and identify at least the subject matter as soon as it shifts, to the extent that is posssible
Dexter Fong: Poop: IN the later radio shows, DF and DF Let's eat they tended to be more thematic
Captain Lou Yamamoto: Mind you don't become unravelled
c's: get your hands up the skirt of toyota and you'll really turn on
Principalpoop: maybe not a theme, but at least an echo, please
c's: bergman got fired for saying that on one of the early itereations of oz
Dexter Fong: ease
Dexter Fong: ease
Dexter Fong: ease
Principalpoop: dis ease right here?
Dexter Fong: Now hold it over there
Elayne would volunteer to move the stylus on Dex's record, but nobody remembers vinyl any more.
Captain Lou Yamamoto: Now I'll ease it over THERE
Principalpoop: i remember vinyl, and mama
Dexter Fong wonders about Elayne's reference to his "stylus"
Elayne: Well, your mother should know.
llanwydd: I remember vinyl. it's hard to forget
Captain Lou Yamamoto: Blow Up Doll?
Elayne: Hey, I thought this was a family chatroom!
H. Stones: I remember vinyl, El, we used to wear lots of it
llanwydd: album covers were an important part of the album at one time
Principalpoop: kin to the Addams family
Dexter Fong: The New York Blow up DOLLS
Captain Lou Yamamoto: HAW! HAW! HAW!
llanwydd: which is why I was so disappointed when they were replaced by CDs
Dexter Fong: And they sounded like shit too
Dexter Fong: For a long time
Principalpoop: 23 skidoo
Captain Lou Yamamoto: Charleston!
Dexter Fong: Black Bottom
Principalpoop: speaking of the cat's pajamas
Dexter Fong: and the bee's knees
Captain Lou Yamamoto: I got slapped once trying to czech one of those out
c's: why would my pjs speak to you, poop
Principalpoop: with those goo goo googily eyes
Captain Lou Yamamoto: And stung when I touched a bee's knee
c's: anyone know if the new season of southpark has started yet?
Dexter Fong: The little geico money guy?
Principalpoop: i thought of that phrase before I thought of you name cat, i need a referee here
H. Stones: ah, it seems that the Devil reads Pravda
Dexter Fong: Not me Cat
c's: i thought it started yest in your country
llanwydd: I've never watched an entire episode of south park
Captain Lou Yamamoto: No clue meself
Principalpoop: remove the sting from the tale with your tongue
Dexter Fong: Saw a strange headline on the ABC building crawl..
Captain Lou Yamamoto: Nor has I
Dexter Fong: "Pope's Exorcist say the Devil is in the Vatican"
H. Stones: i watched an entire series
Dexter Fong: Whaaatt??!!
llanwydd: do tell, dex
Captain Lou Yamamoto: Pics or it didn't happen
llanwydd: so the pope has an exorcist
Dexter Fong: I'm only reporting
llanwydd: that is hilarious
c's: ah, website sez march 17
Principalpoop: the vatican guy gay pimp?
Dexter Fong: Although Pastor Tony Alamo has been proclaiming that for some time now
c's: i went all the way down town in the rain to see a flck last sunday, only to discover it wasnt on til this sunday
Principalpoop: bummer
Dexter Fong: It's good to be early but that's a little over the top
Dexter Fong: What movie
llanwydd: I picture him telling his secretary to make an appointment with his exorcist for a checkup
Captain Lou Yamamoto: Sure it's not 1st April?
c's: its called Time Being, 88 1 minute movies about time
llanwydd: what day is it, friday? I'm supposed to see my exorcist
Captain Lou Yamamoto: I'm on a regular programme of Exorcise
Principalpoop: i need more exorcise
llanwydd: exorcism in his daily life
Dexter Fong: Catherwood, please spit pea soup on everyone
||||||||| Catherwood strides up to Dexter Fong and queries "Did you need me?"
c's: by Chris Gallagher. the flick is the last event in my alma mater's citywide Research Week celebration
Dexter Fong: Catherwood, begone
||||||||| Catherwood rushes alongside Dexter Fong and mumbles "Someone mention my name?"
Captain Lou Yamamoto: Linda Blair is your server this evening
c's: it sounds very relavent to what i'm writing, or i would not brave the elements
Dexter Fong: afkfr
Captain Lou Yamamoto: Earth Wind and Fire?
Principalpoop: the present is an infinity between the infinite future and the infinite past
c's: you know the orign of that group, yammy?
Captain Lou Yamamoto: Oakland?
Captain Lou Yamamoto has no clue
ah,clem: yes, PP, but much shorter
||||||||| Bambi sashays in at 9:57 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Elayne apologizes for fading...
c's: did music for an indie kinda revolutionary flick called Sweet Sweetback's badass song, or something like that
Bambi: hello dear friends :-)
Elayne: Hey Bambi!
Principalpoop: yes, just a sliver
Captain Lou Yamamoto: Aja
c's: saw a documentary about the making of that flick by the guy's son
Principalpoop: hi bambi
Bambi: just wanted to touch base before I headed to lay down ... hurt my ankle and need to prop it up
Captain Lou Yamamoto: Good evenoing
c's: sorry i dont have a silly site for you today, el
c's: hi bambi
Principalpoop: feel better sweet deer
Bambi: hey Clem, Cat, Yammy, Dex, Elayne, llan, priincep, foh
c's: yes, up is better than down, bambi
Elayne: 'S alright Cat, you inspired one anyway.
Dexter Fong: Night and feel better bAMBI
llanwydd: Hey Bambi
Bambi: yes, thanks folks :-)
Bambi: have a great night!
H. Stones: I sometimes search sites for funny names but the USA always seems to win
Elayne: Get plenty of rest and drink plenty of something or other, Bambi!
c's: we do our best, bambi, with your and ah clem's help
Principalpoop: the sarah silverman comedy central blog about the baby dick is fairly offensive E
llanwydd: oh, she's going out. Nite Bambi
llanwydd: thought she was coming in
Elayne: I don't really follow Silverman, PrinPoop.
Principalpoop: she pushes the limits
H. Stones: take care Bambi
Dexter Fong: Nobody can
c's: silverman, goldman, but no bronzeman?
Principalpoop: coco is going on tour, has a new site up, want that link, just trying to help
llanwydd: the closest is bronfman
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
c's: i watcvhed the oscar wininng short logorama last night before i went to sleep and was not glad i did
Dexter Fong: lol llan
Principalpoop: bronf!
H. Stones: Honey is on the phone, bbs
c's: that means Whiskey Man. i wrote a play about him, as some of you know
Dexter Fong: Elayne lives in the Bronf
Principalpoop: say hi and best wishes please stones
llanwydd: yes, cat. that was the first I ever heard about bronfman
||||||||| 10:02 PM -- H. Stones left for parts unknown. (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
||||||||| H. Stones tiptoes in around 10:02 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
c's: sounds like something jim morrison and bertolt brecht would sing when they got drunk together
Captain Lou Yamamoto: The Bronf? I has friends there
Dexter Fong: I like stakin' island
c's: el and dex, while you're still here, is there still a subway to coney island?
Elayne: I live in the Bronf when I have a cold...
Dexter Fong: Yes cat
c's: emmet grogan died at the end of that line and i should visit.
Captain Lou Yamamoto: I hangs out in Crooklin in the main
H. Stones: connection was lost again, Honey is calling so bbs
c's: capture some sound on the way
Principalpoop: down on foist street, lots boids there
Principalpoop: you sound fine ahh, clem
Dexter Fong: You can't beat The Queens
Captain Lou Yamamoto: Thoity Thoid and Thoid
Elayne: Wow, after 10 PM, time for shower and beddy-byes. Next week, all!
Captain Lou Yamamoto: No, but the Queens may beat you
Principalpoop: ciao E
llanwydd: Nite Elayne
c's: http://fora.tv/2008/12/10/Peter_Coyote_Emmett_Grogan_and_the_Diggers
H. Stones: see you next week El
||||||||| "Hey Elayne!" ... Elayne turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 10:05 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
H. Stones: brb
Dexter Fong: Night Elayne
Captain Lou Yamamoto: Bye
c's: thats a great talk by peter coyote that spent all last year inspring me and still hasnt stopped
c's: by el
c's: oh the url didnt appear?
Principalpoop: yes it did
Dexter Fong: Cat It did
Captain Lou Yamamoto: Dude, I'm having a Deja Vu
c's: http://fora.tv/2008/12/10/Peter_Coyote_Emmett_Grogan_and_the_Diggers
Dexter Fong: there's another one
llanwydd: right at this moment?
Dexter Fong: Yeah man
ah,clem: that was a long one
Captain Lou Yamamoto: OH wow
Principalpoop: Deja Vu Lite or strawberry flavored?
Dexter Fong: I knew you were gonna say that
Principalpoop: you a premature mentation?
llanwydd: you know what deja vu is don't you. it all HAS happened before, infinite times, and every once in a while you remember
Principalpoop: mine was
c's: http://www.booktv.org/Watch/10809/Whos+to+Say+Whats+Obscene+Politics+Culture+and+Comedy+in+America+Today.aspx
llanwydd: ain't dat spooky?
c's: or you can just go to paul krassner's website and get it from there
c's: made me want to watch coyote again
ah,clem: do you remember the future, Doctor? forget it.
llanwydd: it's really hard to remember the future
||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Bambi - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
c's: my favourite firesign line, clem
Principalpoop: i think more people would have luck at the lotto if that was true llan
llanwydd: it's like putting coins in a laundry machine and trying to get them to come back out again
Dexter Fong: ;remember's not winning lotto ever
c's: you can hear the evolution of mutt and smutt and much other firesign obsession with funny named stuff here
ah,clem: think that line rather reminiscent of lsd25, but I can't remember for sure
Dexter Fong: It's the right color clem
Dexter Fong: Electric blue
Principalpoop: flash back
ah,clem: not paisley?
Dexter Fong: Flash me again, Gordon
Captain Lou Yamamoto: Paisely again?
Principalpoop: parsley
Captain Lou Yamamoto: Pea Soup?
Dexter Fong: Against the green
llanwydd: presarsely
Principalpoop: gazchupo
Dexter Fong: Chupo Chaiparienia
Captain Lou Yamamoto: Re that headline earlier: http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/comment/faith/article7056689.ece
llanwydd: chupo sarsaparilla?
Principalpoop: guilty by word association
Dexter Fong: Smile when you say that podner
Dexter Fong: So's I'll know when you're funning 'cause i ain't gotta sense o humor
llanwydd: that line was originally, "If you wanna call me that, smile".
Dexter Fong: I thought it was< If you wanna call me, just whistle
Dexter Fong: Can't smile and whistly at the same time
Principalpoop: you know how to whistle, don't you?
llanwydd: spoken to Trampas, who answered "I always smile with a gun in mah belly".
Dexter Fong: Just blow
Principalpoop: put your lips together first
Dexter Fong: OH, wondered why it didn't work
llanwydd: different flick
Dexter Fong: Wow> This long bit by Proctor wure does shoow up a lot later
Dexter Fong: sure
c's: last 2 sundays were wbai shows from their first east coast tour, march 1970
llanwydd: even when I lived in NJ I never heard wbai
Dexter Fong: Cat: You mean last week or the week before's broadcast?
c's: mud said he heard the shows in new haven. i didnt realize how much they cultivated and eastern audience from at least this period
Dexter Fong: CNI
c's: every sunday at 8pm pst, the guy who produced the shows plays them on his www.radiojive.com web show
llanwydd: one of my middle school teachers used to praise it though
c's: so i'm hearing them for the first time. that's late where you are, dex
Dexter Fong: Ah...thanks Cat
llanwydd: he said it was an "underground" radio station
Dexter Fong: Coulda been a college station "sharing" stuff
c's: i woulndt be surprised if they gave tapes of their shows to the yale radio station where they had worked in the 50s
Dexter Fong: Could be cat
c's: we did that a lot on college radio in my days, which were the days of these shows
llanwydd: I was once a dj on commercial radio stations. never did college radio though
Dexter Fong: D Jay Ilanwydd spinning wax and layin' down raps
c's: not me llan. only college, non-profits like wbai and kpfk,and govt stations
Principalpoop: i tried to be the hundredth caller to win a tuna sandwich on a radio show once
c's: sandwich wouldnt be very fresh by 100th caller
Dexter Fong: During WW2. on Radio America I used to spin Germanic Spoofs
llanwydd: lol
c's: i had forgotten what dopers they were then. their january shows were just as dopey
Principalpoop: stoners
Dexter Fong: Heard this poem on a Dear Friends Album
c's: yeah, a lot of stuff i thought was first on dear freinds turns out to be on hour hour first
c's: if i had tapes of their 3 earlier iterations, i'm sure i'd find earlier sources
Dexter Fong: Yep
llanwydd: didn't know you were that old, dex. you were a dj during world war 2?
c's: i mean doper in a political sense, sort of like marc emery without all his ego problems
Dexter Fong: I was a child prodigy
Dexter Fong: Invented "Scratching"
llanwydd: aha
c's: like paul krassner, the youngest person to play caregie hall.
Principalpoop: i meant stoner is the sense of being stoned, open to a wider perception of reality
c's: itchy and scrathing?
Dexter Fong: Also invented the "pppphhhhhhhttttt! in the Heil Hitler song
llanwydd: LOL
c's: no, very political. get stoned and overthrow the straight world
c's: bergman is kinda emery-esque though
ah,clem: good night everyone!
ah,clem: be well
c's: by clem
llanwydd: Nite Clem
||||||||| "10:28 PM? I'm late!" exclaims ah,clem, who then scurries out through the french doors and down through the garden.
Principalpoop: thank you clem, you and bambi get well
Dexter Fong: Good night clem and thanks for soldiering on for our benefit =)
llanwydd: I heard an npr piece about emery so I know who he is. I've never heard him speak though
c's: was a mantra of his in the orignal kpfk show. in the hour hours i got from the end of the run, not quite as dope-centric, but they are back at it in their new live shows
Principalpoop: toad away
c's: i met the guy maybe 500 times in the space of a couple of years when i worked for his tv station. he never remembered my name. and it aint exaclty a hard name to remember
||||||||| It's 10:30 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Captain Lou Yamamoto - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Dexter Fong: You bet a um ah...fella
Principalpoop: night yammy
c's: by yam
Dexter Fong: Night Cap
Dexter Fong: n Lou
Principalpoop: n crunch, wherever you are
c's: dex, i dont remember when i was on the subway with you, are there announcements on the subways?
Dexter Fong: What kind of announcements...like Lord and Lady GaGa?
c's: pa annoucnements like next stop, coney island, the terminus station. like we get on van subways
H. Stones: back again in time to say good night
Dexter Fong: No worries mate, coney island is the last exit in Brooklyn
Principalpoop: the white area is for loading and unloading only
Dexter Fong: How's Honey Stones
c's: hello and goodbye stones, i hope honey is better
||||||||| H. Stones hurries out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's H. Stones?! It's 10:33 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
Principalpoop: good evening your highness, keep all well
||||||||| H. Stones enters at 10:33 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and hurries off to the Chapeau Manger.
c's: no, i want to record audio on the subway, dex, for my play
Principalpoop: wb stones
c's: neither mynor doc's dat machine works anymore so will try and get decent recording device
Principalpoop: so I can tell you something again, good evening, and keep all well
Dexter Fong: Some trains have automated announcements which are very clean and fairly loud
c's: i need someway of identifying the stop
c's: but the coney island one?
c's: people record stuff ontheir phones now
c's: my once state of the art recording devices are now so old sony doenst make parts fot them anymore
Dexter Fong: Other trains have humans who run the gamut from noe thru inarticulate to perfunctory to quite informing and highly personalized
llanwydd: just took ambien. I've got about 15 minutes left to live
c's: just need a way for the listening audience to identify the station, dex
llanwydd: but I'll be born again in the morning
Principalpoop: sleep well llan
c's: you'll outlive us all, llan. of course, that's not saying much
Dexter Fong: Cat: I'll try to get you info on that
llanwydd: if you call that living
c's: well, i got til oct but i want to be as prepared as possible for recording, dex.
Principalpoop: consider the alternative
c's: that's mostly what doc and i talked about. he hinted he'd be here today, but i guess not
Dexter Fong exercises voice How now browen cow
Principalpoop: next stop, cooney island, wait I can do it better...
c's: doc said maybe he could borrow someone's, but that means id have to go to milford to get and then return. though i do plan to go to milford so that isnt impossible
Principalpoop: end of the line, abandon all hope yet who enter the isle of coney
c's: i want lots of subway sounds as train goes there, ala neal walking along mexican train tracks in his last minutes
llanwydd: drink your big browen cow and get outta heah....
Dexter Fong: Aja? Is that you
c's: steely dan, meet mettaly hat
Principalpoop: a root beer float was called a brown cow, vanilla ice cream
||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| H. Stones - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
c's: you know the metally hat ref?
llanwydd: so what was a black cow?
Dexter Fong: Catherwood, give principalpoop a hot tin roof
||||||||| Catherwood gives principalpoop a hot tin roof.
c's: i think it was electrician, but the lads riffed on that line many times in other shows
llanwydd: no, metally hat doesn't sound familiar
Principalpoop: chocolate ice cream and root beer
Dexter Fong: Metally(sic) hat?
Principalpoop: to stop the cia and aliens from invading my mind?
Dexter Fong: But not the Moon worms
Dexter Fong: afkfr
Principalpoop: they would have to clean up to find anything there anyway
llanwydd: ambien sure feels good
c's: i think its from wc fields forever
llanwydd: I take it with a quarter cup of coffee. that sets it off
Principalpoop: take amibien tonight and sleep, safe and restful, sleep sleep sleep, oops that is sominex
c's: its an acid image. dig, not metal hats, metally hats
llanwydd: there's a blast from the past, princ
Principalpoop: ice metally
c's: i thikn it was form the original oz on kpft when bergman was stoned on something
llanwydd: somehow mettaly hats sounds zappa
c's: no, very very early firesign, but they used the term a lot thereafter
Principalpoop: i thought it was a job description, me tally hats
c's: it was great during the q&a on whidbey, how they talked about their first show and how they had so mcuh time to kill, they experimented wildly
Dexter Fong puts on his melty thnking cap and tries to figure out what a mettely hat is
Principalpoop: ahh a milty hat, from uncle milty
Dexter Fong: That's it
c's: bergman and proc had worked on the yale station in the 50s and both had done radio even earlier, but the kpfk gig in 66 really inspired them
c's: if not, there wouldnt be a firesign theatre
Dexter Fong: Put on you're Milty Hat and a dress...sure fire comedy
Principalpoop: they made good locks, yale did
Dexter Fong: Eli's a-comin'
c's: and good unlocks: proctor and bergman
Dexter Fong: Lockpicks
Dexter Fong: Skeleton keys
c's: unlock your mind, relax and flow downstream
Principalpoop: goldilocks wait
Dexter Fong: Tumblers
c's: a song that owuld have ben on the radio when the firesign were first forming in 66
Principalpoop: hasps
Dexter Fong: Wax seals diving for petroleum fish
llanwydd: well, I didn't make the coffee properly so I'm going to have a cold mint julep with my ambien that I made a week ago
Dexter Fong: Nothing is Reel
Principalpoop: tuesday afternoon, i'm just beginning to see, now I am on my way
Dexter Fong: You make your own ambien?
c's: as lnog as its the first reel
Principalpoop: that is offensive, to talk about jew lips llan
Dexter Fong: An actor *and* a chemist
Principalpoop: mint condition or not
llanwydd: I wish I knew how
Dexter Fong: Tip toe thru the jew lips
llanwydd: why, jews dont mint on their lips?
Dexter Fong: nad the bohunk roses
c's: tiny tim, arent you dead yet?
Dexter Fong: and
c's: dex, do you have portable recording device?
Dexter Fong: Yes and so is Corey Haim
Dexter Fong: Cat: No
Principalpoop: yes, they are called his ears
Dexter Fong: Ah well said poop
c's: your ears record, poop? you should patent that
llanwydd: I only saw lucas and the lost boys
Dexter Fong: Actually, it's the ear brain interface
c's: i'll try and borrow or rent something when i go to nyc then, doc
llanwydd: and the only reason I saw lucas was because it only cost a dollar
Dexter Fong: Anybody see the movie "Inglorious Basterds"?
Principalpoop: exactly, I don't hear anything, just experience changes in air pressure on my ear drums
c's: i mean dex
c's: yeah doc said he could get me a machine, but i'll believe it when i see it
Dexter Fong: Poop: Then you know when a tornado is approaching
llanwydd: I have't gone to a movie since 13 Ghosts and I was dissappointed
Dexter Fong: I *do* recommend "The Hurt Locker" (not "Basterds")
llanwydd: I got my chest shaved yesterday
Principalpoop: last movie I sent to see was warren batey as a senator or something, a waste of money
llanwydd: cardiologist did it
Dexter Fong: Getting a tattoo llan?
Principalpoop: what is the matter with your heart?
Dexter Fong: Too much hair
llanwydd: nothing, princ. just an annual checkup
Dexter Fong: apparently
Principalpoop: looking for it?
Dexter Fong: Looking for the "heart" of saturday night
Principalpoop: i get the same answer from the smart asses, nothing wrong that you can't live with
llanwydd: first time my doctor ever told me to be careful. he said "lose weight, take aspirin" and "get more exercise"
Principalpoop: getting older llan, welcome to the club
Principalpoop: next time, the golden stallion
c's: good old tom waits
llanwydd: well, my heart is in good shape but apparently I am in a high risk gruop
Principalpoop: tom waits for no man
Dexter Fong: My doctor told me "dance like you don't care about money, love like you've been hurt, and work when nobodies watching"
c's: i just spoke with F who lived in nyc in mid 70s and she said no subway announcement in those days.
c's: emmet od'd on the coney island line in 78
llanwydd: my age, the heart disease in my familiy and simply being an american male
Dexter Fong: Great cat, that was forty years ago
c's: hey, i have no connection to anyone who walked any mexican train tracks in 68 when neal od's there
Principalpoop: watch the original pelham 123 and see how they announced stations
Dexter Fong: There *are* station announcements
Dexter Fong: ......usually
c's: as an audio playwrite, my job is to generate identifying sound.
c's: what year was that, poop
c's: good dex. i need them for play, not reality
Dexter Fong: Then you need a sound generator
c's: quoting ferlinghetti's coney island of the mind is just too easy
Principalpoop: early 70s walter mathow
Dexter Fong: Early 20's Christy Mathewson
c's: i'll check my dvd rental store for it poop
Principalpoop: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Taking_of_Pelham_One_Two_Three_%281974_film%29
Principalpoop: 1974, what do I win?
llanwydd: and now if you will pardon me I'm going to watch an old childhood favorite film of mine
c's: i recall seeing a pbs thing about coney isalnd, i thik by one of the burns boys
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
llanwydd: and probably drop off to sleep in the middle
Principalpoop: ciao llan, i will jump ship too, find coffee
Dexter Fong: Cat: Yes a history of it
Principalpoop: everybody stay well, have a super week
c's: 74, eh? that's when my wife lived there
Dexter Fong: Night poop
||||||||| Principalpoop departs at 11:01 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
c's: ok lllan and poop. off you pop
Dexter Fong: Night llan
Dexter Fong: A kinda slow night, eh Cat
c's: are there subways to your airport or only taxis, dex?
Dexter Fong: Getting ready to depart
Dexter Fong: Cat
c's: not til oct, but i'm contemplating it more and more
Dexter Fong: I think the only airport with subway access is JFK
Dexter Fong: and it's not reazl convenient either
c's: is that not the usual one?
Dexter Fong: JFK?
c's: when i fly from van to nyc, would i most likely to go jfk or some other?
Dexter Fong: There's also, LaGuardia
c's: i know you have several
Dexter Fong: and also Newark Airport
c's: i'm going to fly from nyc to montreal and back after visitng you folks so i'll be doing lots of airports and "taxis" or cheaper transportations
Dexter Fong: prolly cheapest from airport to city (Manhattan) is laGuardia
c's: i'm flying airmiles so i'll take what i can get. at least flights are free
Dexter Fong: Taxi fares are set fees...no meter
c's: i cant pay for cabs with airmiles, alas
Dexter Fong: Nope
c's: so if i land at la guardia and give the driver your address, its a set fee, not a meter?
Dexter Fong: There's also bus service to manhattan with access from there to subway
c's: yeah chicago was like that when i was there 2 years ago
c's: i'll take the earliest flight out of van i can get and get to your town i guess mid aft
Dexter Fong: Bus is certainly cheaper and you *could* then take a taxi to your next destination and save money that way
c's: we have 7 monthes to plan this but i'm sure i'll get the best possible advice from you and el and doc
Dexter Fong: Cat: Indeed
c's: one of the people i[m going to see in montreal works for the national theatre school which has an excelletn radio production facility so i plan to do some work there after recording stuff in nyc
c's: you may know her as al capone's wife on neal amid
Dexter Fong: Cool
c's: much as i
Dexter Fong: I don't think I ever met the Capones
c's: i'd like to have recording folks in nyc, at least i have fine actors like you and el. too bad robin doenst want to act, but he did a find job in red shift so i'm happy with whatever i can get from whomever
Dexter Fong: They invited me to a Valentines day party but I had a prior commitment
c's: if you have a freind on whom you think you can rely, you are a lucky man
Dexter Fong: I'm lucky I didn't go to that party
c's: i
c's: i
Dexter Fong: c
Dexter Fong: q
c's: i've gotten so involved with this creative shit since dec i rarely watch the news
Dexter Fong: Like my twitter chops?
c's: i suppose there's some sort of olympics happening, but it wont be in my play so fuck it
Dexter Fong: and the wheel chaird they rode in on
c's: lol
c's: we had a wheel chair mayor for a while. thankfully, he got towed away by the voters
c's: i'
Dexter Fong: Once again, The Da Vinci Files has stopped mid - well actually -late run
Dexter Fong: suddenly went into reruns
Dexter Fong: but not from the beginning
c's: l'll have a copy of my fave van flick for ya when i visit and some firesign stuff on mp3 discs. we'll discuss what you want later
Dexter Fong: just some arbitray date
c's: the flick i was tleling you about, about a coroner, an obit writer, a dead guy, etc
Dexter Fong: yeah?
c's: called Impolite. google it. amazingly good, but very obscure
||||||||| It's 11:20 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| llanwydd - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Dexter Fong: I hate being interrupted by dying chatters
c's: the dead tend to do that
c's: hopefuly my play will be full of dying chatters
Dexter Fong: My son just downloaded a buncha FS stuff including a dvd of the Rosebowl Parade with the firesign talk dubbed in
c's: wow
Dexter Fong: Cat: We're all dying chatters
c's: the torrent world has more firesign than me, and that's really hard to do
c's: i thought you had several sons, dex
Dexter Fong: Yes, torrent...whatever the fuck that is
Dexter Fong: Yes 2
c's: personally and through their spokesmen, the firesign have showered more affection on me in the past 2 montths than i would have thought possible
Dexter Fong: Ahhhh Golden showers
c's: but i suspect that's cuz i have a lot of theiri early stuff that they dont ahve, for some reason
Dexter Fong: You really think
Dexter Fong: I kinda thought that Ossman had a *whole* buncha stuff
c's: they hugged me so hard when we met i thought they were going to break my ribs. or mayvbe they wanted me to get into the para-olympics
c's: well, dex, its the bees and the spiders again.
Dexter Fong: The Southern Para=Olympics
c's: ive wandered through his stacks. they are impressive. but there are, shall we say, gaps
Dexter Fong: Yeah, figures
Dexter Fong: Well, we shall speak of this anon
Dexter Fong: Peace, I'm out
c's: off you go
||||||||| It's 11:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from the common cold
||||||||| c's - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 11:51 PM, dragging Merlyn by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this web surfer?"
Merlyn: Oh, I forget again...
Merlyn: next week maybe
||||||||| At 11:51 PM, Merlyn vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
||||||||| Catherwood says "11:58 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs the Fool on the Hill by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
||||||||| Catherwood enters, and announces to all and sundry "It's 4:32 AM, time to change the log file and clean out unused rooms; please exit the chat room for a minute or two. Thank you for your patience."

The Evening's Participants:
ah,clem
Bambi
c's
Captain Lou Yamamoto
Dexter Fong
Elayne
Firebama
H. Stones
llanwydd
Merlyn
Principalpoop
SpringTweening
the Fool on the Hill URL References:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Taking_of_Pelham_One_Two_Three_%281974_film%29
http://fora.tv/2008/12/10/Peter_Coyote_Emmett_Grogan_and_the_Diggers
http://www.booktv.org/Watch/10809/Whos+to+Say+Whats+Obscene+Politics+Culture+and+Comedy+in+America+Today.aspx
www.radiojive.com
http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/comment/faith/article7056689.ece

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"