Weekly Firesign Chat Cheese Log

A Firesign Chat
04/08/2010

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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 April 08, 2010 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Firefetched tiptoes in around 6:49 AM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last month's "unpleasant incident."
Firefetched:

This is Side Five.

Follow in your book and repeat after me
as we learn three new words in Turkish:

Towel . . .

Bath . . .

Border . . .

May I see your passport, please?
Firefetched:

All right, sir,

your telegram has been sent.

Guaranteed Delivery.

That will be two hundred and seventy-five, sir. No tax.
Firefetched:

Yes . . . How many are we?
||||||||| Firefetched is forcibly ejected just as the clock strikes 6:51 AM.
||||||||| Catherwood walks up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'trebor78', just granted probation at 4:36 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
trebor78: hello
||||||||| "Hey trebor78!" ... trebor78 turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 4:39 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
||||||||| Catherwood enters with boB close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 4:50 PM tree-stunting plans, and rushes off to the sitting room.
boB: trebor ! Looks like you spell your name backward too
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 5 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 6 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| It's 6:30 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| boB - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood escorts ah,clem into the room, accepts three dimes as a gratuity, grumbles something about 8:51 PM, then departs.
||||||||| New CNI streaming notice: '"a few minutes with FireSign Theatre" at about 9 eastern, outside the box'
||||||||| At 8:52 PM, ah,clem rushes out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "8:54 PM and late as usual, it's Dexter Fong, just back from Hellmouth."
Dexter Fong: I got here early so I could stick it out
Dexter Fong: By the wat Catherwood, I am *not* late
||||||||| Catherwood steps up to Dexter Fong and mumbles "Did you want me?"
Dexter Fong: way
||||||||| Catherwood enters with c's close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 9:00 PM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the anteroom.
c's: better late than latte
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, April 08, 2010 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
Dexter Fong: What time is it Catherwood?
||||||||| Catherwood says "It's 9:03 PM"
c's: i just listened to all things firesign and now this
||||||||| Catherwood ushers ah,clem in through the front door at 9:04 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
||||||||| Catherwood ushers wydd into the room, accepts an I.O.U. as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:04 PM, then departs.
wydd: hi
Dexter Fong: Hey Cat and Hi to clem, glad to see you back
ah,clem: hold the pizza
Dexter Fong: hey llan
c's: what the lll?
c's: isnt that a disease, clem?
c's: adds?
wydd: so, are we planning to get together in a few weeks?
||||||||| Catherwood enters with SameOleTween close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 9:05 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the vestibule.
c's: dex. a funny thing happened to me this aft. i opened the nick danger cd i got from you, and it was empty
wydd: Hey Tween
Dexter Fong: It's the old same tween
Dexter Fong: Cat: What ND was it supposed to be?
c's: no, its a new tween every week
c's: thge lost episodes.
Dexter Fong: When did I send it to you?
c's: i must have put it in another cd box. my collection is so disordered, its annoying
SameOleTween: A funny thing happened on the way to the forum
wydd: I GUESS they're lost
c's: you gave it to me when me met in nyc
SameOleTween: I bought a golf
Dexter Fong: hmmm? Any chance you took it out and misplaced it?
c's: with a cd of goons and bob and rays
c's: i remember listeninbg to it in a rental car in la in 06. i hope i didnt leave it in its cd player
c's: no, i've heard it since then
wydd: I used to listen to bob and ray on WOR in nyc
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 9:08 PM, dragging Merlyn by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yahoo?"
wydd: when I lived in nj many years ago
wydd: Hi Merlyn
Dexter Fong: Bad hair day MERLYN?
c's: i real influnecne on firesign, certainly proctor
c's: hey merl
Merlyn: bad hair! No braids for you!
wydd: I remember wally ballou and Mary Backstage, Noble Wife
c's: i was looking for this wine ad yesterday but forgot which album it was from
c's: synchornicity, sort of
||||||||| the Fool on the Hill bounds in at 9:11 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
wydd: I was watching a couple of films this evening. I'm not finished watching either of them yet
c's: hi fool
Merlyn: I can't stop listening to this track by a Russian electronic music guy: http://www.dance-industries.com/track.php?tid=29706 (you need to register to get it though)
wydd: Hey Fool
Dexter Fong: Hey FOH
the Fool on the Hill: no anchovies, please
c's: one for each eye, wyd?
Merlyn: I've heard it over 100 times since yesterday
c's: yes you can, merl
wydd: one is 2001. I've been listening to the commentary by keir dullea and gary lockwood in the dvd edition
ah,clem: did he say my master's baiting?
wydd: its very interesting
c's: you finally discover the joys of addiction, at your age
SameOleTween: Catherwood, please give anchovies to every one!
||||||||| Catherwood gives anchovies to every one.
Dexter Fong: Clem Yes
wydd: I got to the part where dave is disconnecting hal when I stopped to join the chat
ah,clem: "throw another snake on the fire"
SameOleTween: lol clem
Merlyn eats some anchovies with syrup
wydd: the other one I started watching is a documentary about the nazi occupation of france called The Sorrow and the Pity
SameOleTween: Don't Tread On My Coals
wydd: which so far is also very interesting
c's: its very sorrowful, wyd
wydd: no I wouldn't want to tread on your coals
SameOleTween: Catherwood, please give everybody some Vichez soup
||||||||| Catherwood gets everybody some vichez soup.
wydd: oh, have you seen it, cat?
c's: yes
c's: a bummer
SameOleTween: British Columbia only serves haggas
wydd: its a very long film on two discs
c's: not to me, tween
SameOleTween: lol
Dexter Fong: Merle haggas?
c's: i am looking forward to the city's best japanese food on saturday, birthday meal with friends.
c's: pix on blog
wydd: I've never had haggis and I'm sure I'll never have to
SameOleTween: Never occurred that they did ;)
wydd: Merle Haggas! LOL
Dexter Fong: One of the three haggas from the "Scotish Play"
the Fool on the Hill: I'm sure that i'll never want to :s
Merlyn: Hall & Oates & Kidneys
the Fool on the Hill: nor scrapple
Dexter Fong: Merle, Barbra, nad Sue Ann Rimes
SameOleTween: Okra from MisCalgary?
c's: Scottish food is an oxymoron.
wydd: I rarely eat meat anymore. if someone gives me some I'll eat it but I don't buy it
Dexter Fong: And hold the deep fried doggie log
wydd: good one, cat
SameOleTween: Hippie From Olema was a wonderful rresponse
wydd: shortbread is good though
c's: indeed, wyd.
||||||||| "9:20 PM? 9:20 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Bambi should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Bambi enters and sits on the couch.
Bambi: Hello Dear Friends :-)
Dexter Fong: Hi Bambi, missed you guys last week
wydd: Hi Bambi
SameOleTween: "We take folks in, even if they're tired and Haggard..."
Bambi: Catherwood, please pour everyone their favorite lovely beverage
||||||||| Catherwood gives everyone their favorite lovely beverage.
the Fool on the Hill sit in a chair next to the couch, ask questions, and takes notes
SameOleTween: No desparo!
wydd: thanks cathy
c's: hi bambi
Bambi: hi Dex, llan ... yes, we missed you all also :-)
Dexter Fong: Did you bring a note excusing your absence?
c's: i hope yall are well, bambi
Bambi: hi Cat
SameOleTween: Actually did a show with Merle Haggard's people. They were not what you might think
Bambi: thanks Cat ... doing well and you?
Dexter Fong: Not people?
c's: finishing up a project for austin i started a couple of monthes ago, finally completing by next week i hope
SameOleTween: Pretty good folks
c's: this has been my most creative year in quite a few
Dexter Fong: Just Folks
c's: will post some of the austin stuff on youtube
Dexter Fong: Cat: That's a good sign
the Fool on the Hill: most musicians (at least the good ones) are not what most people think
Bambi: Box of Danger if I remember correctly
SameOleTween: Were quite good at hiding their extra-terrestrial origins
Merlyn: if anyone hasn't noticed, the front page has the June dates laid out: http://www.firesigntheatrelegacy.com
c's: the lads are also entering a creative rennaissance. my creativity is not unrellated to that
Dexter Fong: Easy to hide their antennas under those 10 gallon hats
SameOleTween: The tentacles we a bit of a giveaway
wydd: they never come up into the hills, these guys
the Fool on the Hill: when this avocado hits 88 MPH, you'r gonna see some serious guacamole
wydd: cool, I made guacamole for supper tonight
wydd: used a very ripe avocado. I don't like the "just barely ripe" ones. they've got to be soft
Dexter Fong: llan: Did you add Jalapenos?
Merlyn: time travel avocado?
wydd: no, I added some cumin, minced onion, minced tomato, juice of one lime
Dexter Fong: I need some Jalapenos to spark it up
wydd: I like it mild
the Fool on the Hill: "swallow his own wad"? yipe!
Dexter Fong: Aslo coriander
Dexter Fong: also
wydd: I was in to much hurry to chop up cilantro this time
Merlyn: add some plutonium for extra spicy
SameOleTween: Always remember that goch is best served live
Merlyn: 1.8 gigawatts
Dexter Fong: goch?
wydd: goch?
Bambi: we were foo young to die LOL
Dexter Fong: Tween?
the Fool on the Hill: oh my goch!
Dexter Fong: Oh! Gogh!!! Klingon Delicacy
wydd: oh, that. I thought it was gagh
Dexter Fong: Could be could be
wydd: I looked at one of the NG books and it was spelled gagh
the Fool on the Hill: that van can really Gogh!
Dexter Fong: Thanks llan
wydd: I didn't read the whole thing. I never cared much for NG
ah,clem: just think of the residuals
Merlyn: I get residuals when I eat spicy food
Dexter Fong: Love that line "He shot herself!"
SameOleTween: lol
SameOleTween: Oh, Mother of Cod!
wydd: I have that on cassette. I could have put it on if I had known
SameOleTween: STNG had its moments
Dexter Fong: Three Faces of Al
wydd: yes. I could have put on all three faces
Dexter Fong: I loved Deep SPACE Nine
the Fool on the Hill: a junk full of junk
c's: good show, dex
SameOleTween: The boxed set is a collectors edition, for sure
SameOleTween: Nicely done, if the FST is listening
c's: they care, tween
the Fool on the Hill: even if they're not
Bambi waves at ah,clem :-)
wydd: I've worked on stage with a guy who did a couple of episodes of ST:Enterprise some years later
Dexter Fong: time for an afkfr
SameOleTween: Maybe the first 3 could be boxed like that as well
the Fool on the Hill: without a disguise?
Bambi: I liked Enterprise
c's: that was the prequil? i coulndt get into that
SameOleTween: Well, perhaps a burka
c's: excellent choice as usual, clem
wydd: if you remember a recurring character named lokesh, I know him
SameOleTween: The theme for Enterprise was the best thing about it, imho ;)
the Fool on the Hill: prequil? is that what you take before nyquil?
Bambi: I agree Cat ... excellent choice :-)
wydd: LOL fool
c's: when you're playing firesign, it's hard not to be excellent
c's: its just that we havent heard this box enough
the Fool on the Hill: unfortunately, Star Trek has degenerated into mostly action adventure
ah,clem: you got that right Cat
wydd: dfghjkl
Bambi: tFoH ... LOL!!!
SameOleTween: "I'm a doctor Jim, not a bricklayer !"
Merlyn: Whenever I hear about carmelite nuns, I always think they'd taste good dipped in chocolate
Bambi: agreed Cat :-)
ah,clem: bet they do, Merl
Bambi: lol Merl
Merlyn: Also, Barbie got ordained: http://www.religionnews.com/index.php?/rnstext/barbie_gets_ordained_and_has_the_wardrobe_to_match/
wydd: whenever I hear or read the name Carmel, I remember a wine of that name that was so sweet it was sickening
Dexter Fong: Who would dain to ordain her?
Dexter Fong: A great Dane
ah,clem: what is the world coming to?
Merlyn: a red light?
Dexter Fong: A red shift
ah,clem: they used the wheese on this bit, never noticed that
wydd: no, a deep red kosher
c's: der shnifter
Dexter Fong: a little balck hole cocktail dress
wydd: oh, I see now
Merlyn: well, I knew it was something red
ah,clem: amazing they can do this live
the Fool on the Hill: given the extremely patriarchal nature of the catholic church, i'd expect all hell to break loos over that Barbie
SameOleTween: Games without frontiers, war without tears
c's: speaking of live jive, has anyone heard the hour hours radiojive has been webcasting every sunday eve?
Dexter Fong: Not me
wydd: jouier sans frontier
c's: some of the lads best work. when they were writing/recording dwarf and gtting ideas for bozos
the Fool on the Hill: jeux sans frontiers
the Fool on the Hill: [mmm.. Kate]
wydd: not jeux I don't think
Dexter Fong has a sudden yearning for roller skates
SameOleTween is old enough to have become colorblind (well, I try)
Dexter Fong: That organ music does it every time
SameOleTween: lol Dex
c's: thas why its played at funerals, dex
the Fool on the Hill: /me has been colour deficient for 44 years
SameOleTween hands Dex some sparkles and hair colors
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Bunnyboy close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 9:50 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the anteroom.
Dexter Fong: As we all take our last skate about the casket, let us think of better days
wydd: do they still play that archaic organ music in skating rinks these days?
Bunnyboy: lo dere
c's: do you great greater joy from black and white?
the Fool on the Hill: there is go again, forgetting what medium i'm typing in
Dexter Fong: Hiya Bunny
c's: hi bun
the Fool on the Hill: and failing at typing in general
wydd: I used to go to a roller rink in ledgewood, nj when I was a kid
Dexter Fong: Fool: Just remeber it's a full colon
SameOleTween: Still some wall pads left, Bun :)
wydd: and the music was always too loud
c's: a semi colon only be half full of shit
Dexter Fong: foreshadowing todays rock concerts
the Fool on the Hill: that's fortunate, as i've never been able to find the empty colon key
Dexter Fong: where you can't skate
wydd: full colon? there's medicine for that
Dexter Fong: Hi Dear Friends, this is Hi Colonic
SameOleTween: The organist shouts, "All Skate!"
Merlyn: favorite band: spinal tap
c's: Hi, Hi
Dexter Fong: "Ladies Choice"
wydd: backwards skate
wydd: this is all coming back to me
Dexter Fong: Like a wet fist?
SameOleTween: You'll here from the US colonics, sir
wydd: lol
Merlyn: like spicy food
Dexter Fong: Sure
Bunnyboy: Hey, it's Paul Krassner's birthday tomorrow!
Merlyn: like a spicy fist meatball
Merlyn: there castle
Dexter Fong: Oooohh! Sounds delish
c's: he'll be 78,
Merlyn: he will have been born tomorrow?
the Fool on the Hill: when the probes deorbitted into Uranus, it rect um
Bunnyboy: What knockers!
ah,clem: there went the wheeze again
SameOleTween: Thanks, Bunny
SameOleTween: I'll mark it :)
the Fool on the Hill: /me doesn't know where his wheeze, so toots his whistle instead
Dexter Fong: Any one can shistle, said Steven Sondheim
SameOleTween: I don't have to always agree with Krassner to respect him
the Fool on the Hill me grumbles at himself
Merlyn: lost my wheeze in the great squeeze of '98
Dexter Fong: whislt
Dexter Fong: whistle
SameOleTween: Also the birthday of Paul Robeson
c's: a recent conversation with paul convinced me to totally change what my new play is about
the Fool on the Hill: a lot less dust puffed out that time
Dexter Fong: Fool: Loos the me and "/"
c's: an amazingly generous guy
SameOleTween: What year, Bun?
wydd: paul must be pretty old by now
c's: 78
Dexter Fong: who isn't
Dexter Fong: wow !! Older than me
c's: read his autobiography. born in 32. played violin at carnegie hall when he was 4, the year ossman was born, 36
SameOleTween: what;s Krassner's birth year, Bun?
c's: dex, Nobody is older than you
Bunnyboy: 1932. Pre-Code!
wydd: I thought he'd be much older than 78
SameOleTween: 32 ok
Dexter Fong: 36 same year I was born
SameOleTween: Thought he was 6 when he did that
Dexter Fong: was born?
wydd: but 36 was the year showboat was released wasn't it?
SameOleTween: I've read his autobio
c's: i can walk over to the next room and get the book but i'll wait a few minutes
Dexter Fong: Think so llan
Merlyn: his car wrote his life story?
Dexter Fong: But Bunny would know best
c's: you may be right, tween. onlh i thought it was a record for youngest perfromer and 6 isnt young in vaudevillle terms
Merlyn: "I was born in Detroit in '28..."
wydd: then he'd be much older than 78
c's: maybe your parents, merl
Merlyn: no, his car
Dexter Fong: Rolled of Henry's assembly line did you?
SameOleTween: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paul_Krassner
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Dexter Fong: Me clem
c's: of course, trween. good old wiki
wydd: oh, we're talking about krassner. I thought we were talking about robeson
wydd: don't mind me
ah,clem: oh, did I miss you Dex?, sorry
Dexter Fong: Robeson Caruso, the great EYETRALIAN Tenor
c's: i remeber storeis of very very young kids playing music in vaudeville in my parents day
Bunnyboy: I think the first film version of SHOWBOAT was about that time. '50s for the second.
Bunnyboy: And there's a show concept: BUNNY KNOWS BEST.
c's: dex, king fernand says that to colombus on the song round round world
c's: i could not figure out why stan freburg wanted that pronuncaition? is that an actually accepted pronunciation?
SameOleTween: Indians? Aren't they from Indiana?
Dexter Fong: Cat: Says what and who is King Fernand song
c's: they're from everywhere
Dexter Fong: Cat: Eyetralian?
c's: the stan freburg ablum usa, from 64 i think, check wiki
c's: yes, ferdinand says eyetralian
SameOleTween: Anybody here like the movie Amadeus?
ah,clem: gotta love live radio
c's: very much an influence on 2 places, that album
Bunnyboy: Okay, THREE versions of SHOWBOAT. 1936, 1951...and a mostly silent 1929 version. Thanks, IMDB!
SameOleTween: Witrh that, cease?
SameOleTween: With
wydd: it's not one of my favorite films but I like the music
Dexter Fong: Well, early pronunciations of "It"alian often came out as "eye" talian
c's: ffeburgs usa, firesigns 2 places
Bunnyboy: 1927 for the Broadway show...plus 6 revivals, through 1997!
wydd: in jersey city they say It'ly
c's: no, the r. eyetRalian. is that common?
SameOleTween: An aye for an aye, that's what they say on our ship
Dexter Fong: Wow 1927....really a ground breaking show
Dexter Fong: cAT: Not common
Merlyn: aye aye, Talian
Bunnyboy: HMS PINAFORE - "He is an Englishman".
Bunnyboy: (sings) For he might have been a Roosian...
Bunnyboy: ...a French, or Turk, or Proosian...
c's: if freburg let it be said on his album, he was in total control of that, no blooper
Dexter Fong: maybe Andaloosian
SameOleTween: Ah, the pilates of penn's ance
c's: so i assume it must be some kind of dialect
Bunnyboy: ...or perhaps *Eye-tal-eye-aaaaannnnn*...
c's: well enough known to not be considered an error
wydd: with the roses in their hair?
c's: bunny, you know the song i['m taling about, round round world
c's: ferdinand says eyetralian, right?
SameOleTween: Only in Grovernor's Square, LL
Dexter Fong: Cat: It is not uncommon for FST to deliberatley mispronounce words
Bambi: ...
c's: no this is stan freburg, pre fst
wydd: I get the reference tween, but I was referencing 2 Places
SameOleTween: Miss pro-nance?
Bunnyboy: Ferdinand in Freberg's HISTORY OF THE US?
Bunnyboy blushes
c's: yes bun
Bunnyboy: I've...never heard it.
c's: wow
c's: its proto firesign, which better music
c's: with
Dexter Fong: Cat: I concur
Bunnyboy: I've got a "Best of Freberg" album. Had it since high school.
SameOleTween: Ogg Firesign?
c's: i'm sure its online somewhere. 2 of its tunes are in the vids im doing
Bunnyboy: The one with the "Original Cast".
Dexter Fong: Cat: Great Pretender?
SameOleTween: Before the other leg was broken
Dexter Fong: Or Tally me Banana?
SameOleTween: Mmmmmm Jackson Browne
SameOleTween: The Pretender
Dexter Fong: Fountain of Broken Arrows?
c's: rr.world, take an indian to lunch
the Fool on the Hill: Ogg pointy media container format
c's: chain gang, great pretenders tune
SameOleTween: lol Dex
SameOleTween: Disco Acopolypse
c's: he isnt brown, he's occluded
Dexter Fong: Occlude me out
SameOleTween: I'm Texan, my colors are red white and blue, dad gummit
Dexter Fong: well not literally
c's: is that what yu check on your census form, tweeen?
SameOleTween: No black or brown
wydd: oh, texas is a state now, is it?
SameOleTween: I checked "Square Little Fella"
c's: a brown shoed square?
Dexter Fong shouts "remember the Alamo" and throws Tween out of the balloon
SameOleTween: Shiney shoes
SameOleTween: LOL Dex
c's: lol dex
c's: werent we talking about that joke on sunday?
Dexter Fong: Thnks tween =)) love that joke
Dexter Fong: Yes Cat
c's: bergmans sunday show sure didnt last very long
SameOleTween: Then I won't be able to talk in a squeaky voice
Dexter Fong: Squeaky? Where you FROMME PODNER?
c's: the motherfucker is firing himself
||||||||| Elayne sneaks in around 10:18 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident."
the Fool on the Hill: i recall hearing about a recording studio that had a reverb system that consisted of speakers and microphones in the concert hall next door
Dexter Fong: Cat: He's going to a nightly weekday show, yes?
Elayne: Evenin' all!
Dexter Fong: Hi Elyane
c's: hi el
Elayne: How are you feeling, Dex?
the Fool on the Hill: uh oh! martians!
Dexter Fong: Notice my "European" pronounciation, "ELY ANNE
c's: it souded like he was going to cut up the already made shows into segmetns. we'll see if its new on monday
Elayne: Oui oui, Dex!
SameOleTween hands Dex a helium diridgible
c's: but he'll really surprise me if this continues for any length of time
c's: how goes it el
SameOleTween: Evenin' Mz E
Bunnyboy: lo El!
Elayne: Fine, Cat. Big indie comic con this weekend. Rob isn't going, but I'm going to try to get him some work.
c's: good luc,k with that, el and robin
SameOleTween: Not to digress, but if you don't have Krassner's "Irony Lives", you should seriously consider it
c's: always a good idea to plug krassner, tween
wydd: I just tried some artificial milk made with hempseed. its pretty delicious
c's: hemp is your friend.
c's: or fiend, not sure which
SameOleTween: Be sure to get the introduction from the voice of Homer Simpson that the record company wouldn't let on the album (available from his web site)
Elayne: I think it is "fiends," as in "dope fiends," or something like it.
Elayne: All I know about the mari-joo-wanna is that it makes you play the piano fast.
Bambi: hi Elayne!
SameOleTween: Homer Simpson confuses Paul Krasser with Paul Kantner. Very funny
Bambi: hey Bunny !
c's: i was playing with sounds but good connection, el
Merlyn: hi E
c's: i have been mainlining firesign shows for a couple of monthes now working on this video project. my iq must have doubled
Elayne: Hey Brian, how's the new game coming along?
Bunnyboy: Or it makes you bossy.
Bunnyboy: "Faster! Play faster!"
Bunnyboy: "Shut up! SHUT UP!"
Elayne: Did they get bossy in Reefer Madness? I can't remember.
Elayne: Oh, that's right.
Elayne: And they got twitchy, pretty much the opposite of the actual mellowness most folks experience.
Dexter Fong: Don't shoot the piano player!!
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Principalpoop in through the front door at 10:26 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Bunnyboy: lo Poop!
c's: hi poop
wydd: yeah there were some bossy people in that film. "Bring me some reefers!!!"
Dexter Fong: Hiya poopsie
Elayne: Hey PrinPoop!
wydd: Hey Prini
Principalpoop: hi allll
Elayne: "Reefers, NOW! And Cheetos, lots of Cheetos!"
Principalpoop: reefers? whats that?
the Fool on the Hill: they acted drunk and strung out (neither of which is caused by weed)
Elayne: PrinPoop, we're discussing that classic piano-playing movie Reefer Madness.
c's: Cheetos and Chongos?
c's: lol el
Elayne: Seriously, Hollywood is updating so many crap movies, why not that one?
Bunnyboy: And Kramer's huffin' in the closet.
Principalpoop: i think those folks were using crystal meth, not reefer
Elayne: LOL, PrinPoop!
Bunnyboy: And people die!
wydd: oh, I know. The Blob was remade, night of the living dead, nightmare on elm street
Bunnyboy: Manslaughter, more manslaughter, and suicide!
Principalpoop: i never saw reefer madness until the internet, what a load of foofoo
Elayne: Wasn't that one of the characters' names, Foo Foo?
||||||||| NeeNee enters at 10:30 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Haberdashery Barn.
Principalpoop: if not, it should have been
Dexter Fong: Little Bunny Foo Foo
wydd: Hey nn
Principalpoop: neenee, the knights that say nee
Bunnyboy: And if you're REALLY gone...RACOON EYES!
Elayne: They picked up a lot of field mice and bopped them on the head, as I recall.
Dexter Fong: One of the Knights that says Nee?
the Fool on the Hill: HowdyHowdyNeeNee
Elayne: Bunnyboy, raccoon eyes are actually the style now. Adam Lambert, that guy from Green Day, etc. etc.
Principalpoop: that is a typo, she is deedee
Bunnyboy: Them mice is lyin'!
c's: not the knights that say ankule?
Bunnyboy passes around the samolians
Dexter Fong: Kiki DeeDee
Elayne: Them mice ain't nice!
ah,clem: welcome in, follow the rubber line to your seat
the Fool on the Hill: (pronounced "nay")
Bunnyboy: You don't see nuthin'!
Principalpoop: the voice of ahhh clem :D
Bambi: hey there NeeNee :-)
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Donk in through the front door at 10:31 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Dexter Fong: Yahooooo!!
Bambi: another lady is here :-)
wydd: Hey Donk
Elayne: Evenin' Donk!
Bambi: hey Don
Dexter Fong: Hey Don K
Principalpoop: hi rene, do you like photos? wink wink nod nod
c's: greetngs donk
Elayne: Who you callin' a lady, Bambi? Them's fighting words. :) :)
NeeNee: hey all
Donk: hey guys and gals
Donk: hey
Bambi: LOL Elayne
Bunnyboy: hiya Donk!
Elayne: Still only three of us, and a whole mess of Them....
NeeNee: Nee is short for Renee
Donk: hey Bunnyboy
Bambi: NeeNee :-)
Principalpoop: that is no lady, that is my future wife
Dexter Fong whispers insinuatingly "Candid pics of a trouser snake, anyone?"
Bunnyboy: Candid photography, eh? Say no more!
Elayne: Awww, really? Cool!
Dexter Fong: No MOre
Principalpoop: nee and renee = neenee
Elayne: The family that Firesigns together, something-somethings together...
NeeNee -)
wydd: lrktjyhugifodp
Bambi: now if Honey was here ... there would be 4 :-)
Principalpoop: what was that song with neenee nahnah nono newnew?
Elayne: Wasn't that a character on Teletubbies, "nee nee"... no wait, that was "noo noo"...
Dexter Fong: Poop: No, nee + rene = renenene
c's: Bit and I used to sing "Peorgie Tirebiter" together before she learned to speak english. she liked that tune
Bambi: wonder where Stones and Honey are tonight?
Bunnyboy: I always loved the old Charles Rodrigues cartoon of the guy offering "Spanish Fly?", and his mark saying "How'd you like a kick in the ass?"
ah,clem: behave Dex; no wonder we only get brave girls here...
Elayne: "Renene" sounds like a Ronettes song...
the Fool on the Hill: she is tidy, though
Principalpoop: of course you are correct fong, my apologies
NeeNee: nooooo, no Teketubbies!
wydd: I played Dipsy in Richard III last year
Elayne: Wydd, you would.
NeeNee: there was :Walk Away Renee as a song
the Fool on the Hill sings "be my little NeeNee"
c's: did you have to get tipsy to play tipsy?
Principalpoop: king crimson sang that?
ah,clem: ah sure he was wonderful in that part
Dexter Fong: The tipsy Gypsy
wydd: kc sang what?
Dexter Fong: Wonderful Rudolph Friml Operetta
Principalpoop: noo, nancy said Whaaat
ah,clem: Whaaat?
Dexter Fong: nooooo
Principalpoop: precisely
NeeNee: I love listening to these as I heard something new almost every time
wydd: it's all talk
Elayne: Oh man, you guys are so craaazzy....
Dexter Fong: and nobody walks
wydd: brouhaha balderdash ballyhoo
Principalpoop: that is metaphysically impossible
c's: better cray-zee than cray fish
Donk: you are right Renee, i hear new things from fst that i've been listening to for 40 years
Bambi: Wa Wa Nee?
c's: hello nee nee
wydd: that happens to me all the time, donk
the Fool on the Hill: took me 20 years to catch "Half-a-Key Largo"
NeeNee: hello hello
NeeNee -)
Dexter Fong: Suite wa Wa Nee?
Donk: lol fool
wydd: I caught that the first time I heard it FoH
c's: yes fool, there are nuggets buried in their work that you finally discover decades later
Principalpoop: you were stoned for 20 years? coool
wydd: took me a while to hear the beast with five fingers
Dexter Fong: How do we know that
c's: only 20 years?
the Fool on the Hill: lol
Bambi: hey princep :-)
Bunnyboy: "A wooden leg named Smith..."
Bunnyboy floats to the ceiling.
Principalpoop: too late bambi, try again next week
Bambi: better than a wooden leg named log
c's: shaq? he probably owns the aliens and the highway
Elayne: LOL, Bunnyboy! For some reason I'm hearing the worst Cockney accent in my head just about now...
Bambi: better late than never :-)
Bunnyboy: Log? It's heavy.
c's: isnt that your husband, el?
Bunnyboy: And big. And wood.
ah,clem: beavers in mounty hats, lol
Elayne: When my husband wants to taunt me he'll tell me that DIck Van Dyke laughs at my put-on British accent.
Bunnyboy: Not necessarily in that order.
c's: Fumiyo could no more do a Cockney accent than I could do a Shikoku accent
Principalpoop: the song about the waiter brought the drinks and we floated to the ceiling?
Principalpoop: my brain is chads
the Fool on the Hill: the NAFTA approach. heh heh
Bunnyboy: I want one of those giant inflatable beavers that were featured in the Olympics finale, this year.
Elayne: Robin's accent isn't really Cockney, that's London area. He's southern Englan, working class "scruffy boy," which is close enough to Cockney that it's hard for non-natives to tell the difference.
Elayne: Bunnyboy, I want one of EVERYTHING that was featured in the Olympics finale. That was like kitsch heaven!
c's: as someone unfamiliar with brit variant accents, they're all pretty much the same to me
Bunnyboy: El: You tell him: "Why should I take a Fauxstralian's word for that?"
Elayne is learning a lot about different English accents, but then she was a linguistics and English major way back when.
Elayne: He
ah,clem: Fauxstralian, lol
Elayne: He'd just say, "Australians, you mean those prisoners?"
Elayne: "Oh, and by the way, you Americans? Prisoners too."
Principalpoop: I am not a number, I am a free man
the Fool on the Hill: people are that way with southern accents, too. There are dozens of variations
Elayne: I never actually knew that the US was used as a prisoner dumping-ground as well.
Bunnyboy: Oh, that's it! The island is AUSTRALIA! Suddenly, it all makes sense...
Bambi: lol
ah,clem: insurgents actually
Principalpoop: prisoners and religious fanatics
c's: only if you're standing on your head, bun
Bambi: sounds like the beginnings here too lol
c's: bun, do you know down under danger?
c's: im sure clem has played it
the Fool on the Hill: yeah, a lot of people sold themselves into indenture, rather than go to prison
Bunnyboy: cat: I've only heard bits and pieces.
wydd: well, I'm heading out. see you next week or maybe sunday
Elayne: Bye Wydd!
Principalpoop: good luck wydd
Bunnyboy: nite llan!
Bambi: have a great week llan
Elayne: Wow, it's definitely a different experience being here when I'm not exhausted!
Dexter Fong: Night llan
Elayne: Bye Llan!
c's: by ll
Elayne: Wait, didn't I just say that on the other side of the record?
c's: good for you, el
Bambi: lol
ah,clem: that does not sound like Nancy to me
c's: are you still here, nee nee?
Principalpoop: but don't get hooked on the crystal meth E...
Bambi: where we were ... where were we lol
c's: a light work week, el?
Elayne: I'm still doing late Mondays and Wednesdcays, but no more Saturday work for awhile... finally free!
Dexter Fong: Elayne: Your work schedule lessening somewhat?
c's: good for you
Dexter Fong: Ah yes, I see
Bambi: NeeNee is fading and needs to type something
Elayne: Then after the 4/30 deadline no more evening on-calls either.
the Fool on the Hill: É�Ç�ÊŒo Ê�É¥Æ�Ä±É� ×�×�Ç�É� Ç�É¥s Ø�unÉ� ou s,Ç�É¥s
Elayne: "Season" is very interesting in our company, it makes people do strange things...
the Fool on the Hill: eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek
ah,clem: ok Brian
Elayne: That was pretty cool looking, Fool.
Bambi: glad to hear that Elayne!
Principalpoop: oops, i am having a flashback, letters are coming alive
c's: is that Klingon, Fool?
Dexter Fong: Speeking Klingon again, eh, Fool
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and announces "Presenting 'the steel box', just granted probation at 10:47 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
the Fool on the Hill: i forgot that this thing doesn't like unicode
Bunnyboy: lo noni!
Elayne: Nino, looking good!
Principalpoop: the steel box is a square guy
Dexter Fong: Unicorns?
c's: hi box
Bambi: hi the steel box
the Fool on the Hill: have to settle for: revo thgir llef ehs ,nuf on s'ehs
c's: only 2 dimensional? that must make it hard to type
ah,clem: is Josh in the box?
Principalpoop: i don't believe in dimensions...
Principalpoop: you don't know Jack ahh, clem?
Bambi: don't think so unless Nino thinks he is in California ;-)
ah,clem: I beleive in radio...
Bunnyboy: El: I'm catching up on Keith Giffen's present DOOM PATROL run. Some fun there.
the Fool on the Hill: doesn't that put your world in dis-array, PP?
Principalpoop: that is pronounced row day oh or row dee oh?
Elayne: Agreed, Bunnyboy.
Elayne: Today's Silly Site: http://forums.catholic.com/showpost.php?p=6128533&postcount=7
Bunnyboy: Vo do de oh?
Bambi: still a few months till new Warehouse 13 ... if syfy doesn't kill it ... hope they don't
Bunnyboy: (sings) Winchester Cathedral...
Principalpoop: i choose to be orthonagal
ah,clem: OMG, we really should rehearse this shite
Dexter Fong: Solid jackson, Bunny
ah,clem: rotf
the Fool on the Hill: never heard them drop bombs before
Elayne: And on that note, I'll be toddling. Next week, all!
Bambi: course, we won't see it anyway ... sigh
the Fool on the Hill: that's two
Principalpoop: toodles
the steel box: It's all a matter of having the right angle.
Bunnyboy: I just finished the "Larry" issue.
c's: by el
Bunnyboy: Nite Elayne!
Bambi: have a great week Elayne :-)
||||||||| Elayne departs at 10:52 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
Dexter Fong: Night Elayne
NeeNee: g'night Elayne
Principalpoop: lool
Principalpoop: which way is mecca from funfun town?
Dexter Fong: They really deconstructed this broadcast lol
NeeNee: East
Principalpoop: too late, I rolled up my prayer rug and put it away, but thanks
Bambi: left at the last house on the left?
Principalpoop: i remember that movie
NeeNee: sorry, hard to type with a cat sucking ones finger
Principalpoop: and don't look in the basement
Dexter Fong: I rolled up my prayer rug and smoked it, and all my prayers were answerd
Principalpoop: hehe she said cat sucking finger hehe
the steel box: First the toes, then the jugular.
NeeNee: well, he does :-)
Bambi: thanks Clem! :-)
Bambi: another great show
Dexter Fong: Them cats 'ull steal your breath
Principalpoop: that was new to me ahh, clem, coool, thanks
Dexter Fong: Hi Clem
NeeNee: this one steals fingers
c's: i'm only a token cat
Dexter Fong: Round em up and drive em here Clem
Bambi: have a great week folks! :-)
c's: you too bambi
Dexter Fong: Play more Firesign Clem
Bambi: see ya next time ... same bat channel lol
Principalpoop: thanks again ahh, clem and bambi
Dexter Fong: Make up for last week =)
NeeNee: Thanks JL and Bambi!
Dexter Fong: Night Bambi
Dexter Fong: Thanks and night JL/clem
Donk: only fading, cause i was downstairs getttin some grub
Principalpoop: toad away
c's: we will try and keep our toads as far from away as possible
Principalpoop: grub grub its paisley again
Dexter Fong: Tiny baby grubs?
NeeNee: have a great week everyone!
Donk: they are the best kind
c's: you too nn
Principalpoop: you have a beautiful singing voice ahh, clem, you too bambi
Dexter Fong: Night Nee Nee
Principalpoop: ciao neenee and the finger eater
NeeNee: g'night Dexter
NeeNee: g'night all
||||||||| It's 11:00 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| wydd - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Principalpoop: ahh procol harem, whiter shade of pale
Dexter Fong: Wearing a Homburg
Principalpoop: i want a homburger
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
the Fool on the Hill Catherwood fades his voice out like this and cues the organist...
the Fool on the Hill: oops. edit fail
the Fool on the Hill fades his voice out like this and cues the organist...
Principalpoop: that was cool
Dexter Fong: Pretty impressive stuff, Fool
Dexter Fong: Don't piss off Merlyn though...it could turn into a color war
the Fool on the Hill )
Principalpoop: those race wars are the worst
the Fool on the Hill :)
Dexter Fong =
Bunnyboy: Magically back. PC did a freeze.
Principalpoop: i liked the evil ice man on batman
ah,clem: good night all
Dexter Fong: I think he likes you too Poop
||||||||| At 11:04 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, ah,clem!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
c's: did magic bring you back?
Principalpoop: thanks again ahh, clem
Dexter Fong: Night clem
Bunnyboy: Last night's SOUTH PARK ep title: "You Have 0 Friends".
c's: good thing it didnt turn you into a toad
Dexter Fong: or a newt
Principalpoop: or a pelosi
the steel box: Deputy Dan has no friends
Bunnyboy: And the new character introduced has over 38,000 fans on Facebook today.
c's: we get new southparks on sundays here, after simpsons, after firesign Hour HOur on radiojive
Dexter Fong: Deputy Dan don' need no damn friends
Bunnyboy: The ep's tweaks: Facebook culture, and TRON.
Principalpoop: the motorcycle in tron was too hard for me
Bunnyboy: ...with requisite "poke" double entendres.
Dexter Fong: Okay dear friends, I must exeunt (leftly)
Principalpoop: i could do the other parts
Bunnyboy: See ya, Snag!
c's: by dex
Principalpoop: night fong, i will jump on the bus too, ciaooo
||||||||| "Hey Principalpoop!" ... Principalpoop turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 11:07 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
Dexter Fong: Night all
c's: off you flee, poop
Bunnyboy: Instead of cycles, they do battle with...Yahtzee.
||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Bambi - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| NeeNee - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Donk - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
the steel box: While Yahtzee comes in a box, it employs a cylinder for the rolling of the dice.
c's: I'll flee as well. By folks
||||||||| Around 11:11 PM, c's walks off into the sunset...
Bunnyboy: nite cat!
Bunnyboy: Yeah, gotta eat and feed. Ciao!
the Fool on the Hill: but it only employs one platonic solid for dice, whereas D&D employs all five
||||||||| Bunnyboy sneaks away to The Sitting Room...
||||||||| 11:13 PM -- Bunnyboy enters. (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
the Fool on the Hill: (plus the icky non-platonic decahedron, for those who can't figure out how to use an icosohedron for a ten scale)
||||||||| Bunnyboy scurries out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Bunnyboy?! It's 11:14 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
the steel box: one is the loneliest number ...
the Fool on the Hill rolls 0d0
||||||||| It's 11:20 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood enters with H. Stones close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 11:20 PM tree-stunting plans, and scurries off to the Aviary.
||||||||| At 11:20 PM, the Fool on the Hill hurries out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
||||||||| H. Stones rushes off, saying "11:21 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
||||||||| Catherwood leads H. Stones inside, makes a note of the time (11:21 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
||||||||| H. Stones leaves at 11:21 PM, singing "Oh, I'm just a little fishy, floating in the sea, and there ain't no hook that's smart enough to catch the likes of me..."
Merlyn: byeee
||||||||| Merlyn leaves to catch the 11:23 PM train to Elmertown.
||||||||| Catherwood says "11:24 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs the steel box by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
||||||||| It's 11:30 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| SameOleTween - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| "1:47 AM? 1:47 AM!!" says Catherwood, "Caterino should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Caterino enters and sits in the comfy chair.
||||||||| It's 2:00 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Caterino - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Outside, the 2:39 AM crosstown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving NeeNee coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
||||||||| It's 2:50 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| NeeNee - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| 3:02 AM: RedPillTweeny 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!"
||||||||| It's 3:10 AM, 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...
||||||||| "4:09 AM? 4:09 AM!!" says Catherwood, "RedPillTweeny should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as RedPillTweeny enters and sits on the divan.
||||||||| It's 4:30 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| RedPillTweeny - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood enters, and announces to all and sundry "It's 4:32 AM, time to change the log file and clean out unused rooms; please exit the chat room for a minute or two. Thank you for your patience."

The Evening's Participants:
ah,clem
Bambi
boB
Bunnyboy
c's
Dexter Fong
Donk
Elayne
Firefetched
Merlyn
NeeNee
Principalpoop
SameOleTween
the Fool on the Hill
the steel box
trebor78
wydd URL References:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paul_Krassner
http://forums.catholic.com/showpost.php?p=6128533&postcount=7
http://www.dance-industries.com/track.php?tid=29706
http://www.firesigntheatrelegacy.com
http://www.religionnews.com/index.php?/rnstext/barbie_gets_ordained_and_has_the_wardrobe_to_match/

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"