Weekly Firesign Chat Cheese Log

A Firesign Chat
09/23/2010

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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 September 23, 2010 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Woody 1 enters at 7:59 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and dashes off to the Haberdashery Barn.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 8 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Woody 1: Whoops. Stepped into an empty room with an roaring fire. Hope there's a fireplace. Bee back I hope. See yall.
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "8:08 PM and late as usual, it's ah,clem, just back from Elmertown."
||||||||| It's 8:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Woody 1 - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| New CNI streaming notice: '"a few minutes with FireSign Theatre" at about 9 eastern, getting Dangerous'
||||||||| ah,clem is kicked out just as the clock strikes 8:15 PM.
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and announces "Announcing 'Woody 1', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:29 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary...
Woody 1: going to print this out on photo paper since I can't possible go. it'll make a great poster.
Woody 1: http://www.firesigntheatrelegacy.com/
||||||||| It's 8:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Woody 1 - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'TheAccidentalTweenist', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:55 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary...
||||||||| Catherwood enters with cease close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 8:59 PM tree-stunting plans, and rushes off to the Aviary.
||||||||| Principalpoop bounds in at 8:59 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Principalpoop: what what?
cease: tween
TheAccidentalTweenist: Hello, Dear Friends
cease: poop
Principalpoop: cat
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, September 23, 2010 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
TheAccidentalTweenist: Clem has a very Dangerous night in store
Principalpoop: hello
cease: i fear i'll be nicked
Principalpoop: my chat is paused
TheAccidentalTweenist: Quite :)
TheAccidentalTweenist: The paws that doeth not refresh?
Principalpoop: ahh i am in the cheeselog
||||||||| Catherwood leads Bambi in through the front door at 9:02 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Principalpoop: and now here also
TheAccidentalTweenist: A cheesy place to reside
Bambi: Hello Dear Friends :-)
TheAccidentalTweenist: Hello Bambi
Principalpoop: hello bambi
cease: hi deer
Bambi: how are you all doing this fine 'summer' fall evening ... at least here in va
Principalpoop: leo
TheAccidentalTweenist: Sure wish it was in Texas
Principalpoop: full moon or almost, bark bark bark
cease: i'm getting ready for my big trip on saturday
cease: hope the weather is pleasent in nyc
TheAccidentalTweenist: Still hearing TwIT in CNI
Principalpoop: i went deaf
TheAccidentalTweenist: Ah, clem on CNI now
Principalpoop: ahh the voice of ahh clem
Principalpoop: lock your wigs
cease: firesign is sinking in
Principalpoop: you may already be there
||||||||| Dexter Fong enters at 9:05 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Haberdashery Barn.
cease: my hwigs are locked. now what do i do with my tories?
TheAccidentalTweenist: Hare Fong
cease: hi dex
Principalpoop: fong is a federalists
cease: what's the weather like in nyc?
Bambi: hey Dex
TheAccidentalTweenist: Beinvenu...
Principalpoop: up against the wall of the future pavillion?
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "9:06 PM and late as usual, it's ah,clem, just back from Billville."
cease: cold and rainy here
Dexter Fong: Hi Cat, Bambi, poop, and tweeny
Bambi: don't wear wigs but have everything else locked down lol
Dexter Fong: And also clem
Principalpoop: i never forget, i don't recall forgetting anyway
ah,clem: against the wall of science at the minless fellowship pavilion
TheAccidentalTweenist: I remember forgetting
Principalpoop: i paraphrased, took a jump
ah,clem: landed in poop
cease: those who don't remember the alamo are doomed to forget it
Principalpoop: quite
Principalpoop: alamo and hertz
TheAccidentalTweenist: Remember that 20 I owe you? It's forgotten...
ah,clem: no one takes this program seriously, why should I?
Dexter Fong: Forget debt
Principalpoop: blasphemy!
cease: no one takes the firesign theatre seriously, least of all the 4 or 5 crazy guys
TheAccidentalTweenist: No Seriousness Allowed
Principalpoop: Is nothing sacred?
Dexter Fong: Is nothing scarred
Principalpoop: are you serious about no seriousness allowed?
TheAccidentalTweenist: Sacre blue!
Bambi: yep, being too serious is not a good thing ... and firesign theatre helps keep that in focus
Principalpoop: are the serious clouds the ones that look like cottonballs or naked women?
TheAccidentalTweenist: Or as Glenn Frey would say, No Fun Aloud
ah,clem: if you can't take a joke, you would not still be here...
Principalpoop: i try to steal all the jokes
ah,clem: so you got the horse?
TheAccidentalTweenist is a joke, and I'm, still here
Principalpoop: organ sting
TheAccidentalTweenist: You can steel a joke?
Bambi: very true clem :-)
Principalpoop: i am a pony today, a little hoarse
ah,clem: no, only engraver does that
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 9:13 PM, dragging CaterinoThe Lost by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Yahoo ™?"
TheAccidentalTweenist: Little hoarse on the prairie
TheAccidentalTweenist: Hello Bob
CaterinoThe Lost: Hoarse Cartwrite
Principalpoop: he that is lost shall lead the found, or foundry, founder
Dexter Fong: Bob's your uncle?
Bambi: the lost caterino?
CaterinoThe Lost: Miss you guys, been ill, been, busy,
TheAccidentalTweenist: Hop Sing makkie good Cart Right
Bambi: hey Bob
cease: aunt?
CaterinoThe Lost: Haven't been here in a year
Bambi: sorry to hear about the ill, but busy we all need, eh?
ah,clem: "don't want to go on the cart, I feel happy, happy"
Principalpoop: welcome back, sorry we stored stuff in your seat, just move it
CaterinoThe Lost: Hop sing and a Jumpa
||||||||| At 9:15 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, CaterinoThe Lost!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Caterino in through the front door at 9:15 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Caterino: I am found again
Principalpoop: he lost the lost part
TheAccidentalTweenist: lol clem
Caterino: Loser, lol
Bambi: lol
Principalpoop makes L on forehead with one hand
||||||||| Catherwood leads llanwydd into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, mutters something about 9:16 PM, then departs.
Caterino: Bambi, your type is lookin well
llanwydd: hi
Dexter Fong: Hey llan
Bambi: hey llan
Principalpoop: i made the sign of the devil, and he appeared
Caterino: Llan, been a wyldd
TheAccidentalTweenist makes the sign of infinity on his forehead and listens to ELP
llanwydd: lol
TheAccidentalTweenist: How devilishly brilliant, P
Caterino: Hey, was in a movie, small part, playing local then a film fest
TheAccidentalTweenist: Hey L
Principalpoop: elp, i need somebody, not just anybody ellllllllp
TheAccidentalTweenist: lol
Principalpoop: competition llan, kick him
TheAccidentalTweenist: Actually, the Beatles did pretty well with a Moog
cease: hi llan
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Merlyn close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 9:18 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the sitting room.
Principalpoop: and a sitar too
llanwydd: moog wasn't even born yet when the beatles were around
TheAccidentalTweenist: In a puff of smoke appears.... Haggard
Principalpoop makes M on forehead with 2 hands
llanwydd: Hi Merl
cease: my merl
Merlyn: hey
Principalpoop: afk
TheAccidentalTweenist: Just a Merlyn from Miskoggee
Caterino: Yeah it was, Tomas Dolby introused it to George during Abbey Road sessions.
llanwydd: well, I appear in a smofe of puck
TheAccidentalTweenist: Really? Dolby? Too cool
TheAccidentalTweenist: She Blinded Me With Science is an old fav
Caterino: Georges Wonderwall Music album. was the demo from Dolby. George scretched Dolby's name off and put his on it. Rip off George, really.
Merlyn: Tween, you near Austin TX?
TheAccidentalTweenist: biab
cease: speaking of blindness, where is dave these days?
||||||||| 9:22 PM -- Caterino left for parts unknown. (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
||||||||| Caterino steps in at 9:22 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Caterino: my finga's are not working right
cease: are they working left?
Caterino: Poop and Dexter Bambi cease, doo dah, doo dah
llanwydd: biab? barbara is a bitch?
ah,clem: have another olice
ah,clem: olive?
llanwydd: I've got to learn my abbreviations
Bambi: lol
Dexter Fong: Y/
Dexter Fong: Y?
cease: mca?
llanwydd: cause
Dexter Fong: mensa
Caterino: brbaiets
llanwydd: don't be sexist, dex. we call it peoplesa
cease: this is a very funny danger
Merlyn: hey tween and/or PP, what browser are you using?
Caterino: aint anyone gonna ask me what my abriviation means
Dexter Fong: Okay Bob, I'll bite...what did it mean?
Merlyn: wht r abbr men?
Caterino: IU don't know
Caterino: and stopp biting me
llanwydd: I was afraid to, caterino. I thought I was the only one who didn't know
cease: hey merl, i see rfo is going to have a subscription service. are you involved with that?
Dexter Fong: I had to, I lost my bark in the great NYC tornado
Merlyn: no cat
cease: you're not part of the rfo team?
Dexter Fong: rfo = Royal fuck offs?
cease: bergman's podcast, radio free oz. have you listened to it ,dex?
cease: its been going since april
Caterino: That tornato was following Dorothywho was on vacation at the time.
Dexter Fong: Just a bit cat
Merlyn: not officially cat, but I've sent a few bits to bergman
Caterino: I must listen to that, now I have some time.
cease: i was surprised to hear my name mentioned by ossman on monday's show
Dexter Fong: Perhaps he was just referring to cats as a species
cease: yes bob, check it out. ossman and bergman are quite proud of it
Caterino: I think they might have mentioned you when Ossman said, "Cease, who goes there?"
cease: i spoke to ossman last saturday and he was enjoying hanging out via skpe or wherever with many intelligent people
cease: bergman is bringing together
llanwydd: xcvbnmkjhgfwertyu
llanwydd: if I may say so myself
Merlyn: cat, where did you hear about a subscription service for RFO?
Dexter Fong: I think you just did
cease: today's rfo show, merl
cease: and on facebook, it sounded like there was going to be an announcement today
cease: its called ozinears, $199 for something, not sure what
cease: or $5 a month
cease: the only thing offered so far is cds full of oz skits, which are already online, i think
Principalpoop: xcvbnmkjhgfwertyu? llan? same to you...
Dexter Fong: Mighty quick retort poop
Caterino: Hmm, looks like a German mix up code
Principalpoop: that was the beans, sorry
Principalpoop: any german nazi youth could catch it
llanwydd: its welsh
Caterino: Oh, Poop is on again
Principalpoop: who welshed?
cease: on what?
Principalpoop: back like a yak
Caterino: Raquel
Principalpoop: where is peggy?
llanwydd: LOL
llanwydd: Raquel Manx
TheAccidentalTweenist: No clue
cease: what a rack of gams
TheAccidentalTweenist: That's me, clueless...
Principalpoop: you minx
||||||||| 9:41 PM: Bightrethighrehighre 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!"
Dexter Fong: that's stoat
Principalpoop: hi big
Dexter Fong: Hey bitre
Caterino: She got a check from the goverment. I think it was a Foster Grant
cease: hi big
Bightrethighrehighre: HOLD IT RIGHT THERE....!!!!
Caterino: Hey, Big
Dexter Fong: Where's the handle?
Principalpoop: now I'll hold it over here
Merlyn: hey big, long time no C
cease: how's it bigging?
Caterino: i am holding it,
Principalpoop: hey hey the gangs all here, what the heck do we care
Bightrethighrehighre: long time. no chat, amigos and amigoettes....
Dexter Fong: Yeah
Caterino: Poop, no one cares, no one listened to veggies then
Principalpoop: si senior
Bambi: hey Big
cease: and amigorinos
Bambi: hey Merl
cease: the friendly atomic particle that doesnt get no respect
Merlyn: hey bambi
Bightrethighrehighre: Caterino, I'll behave mine, if you behave yours....
llanwydd: how charming
Bambi :-)
Principalpoop: if you carrot all about bean someone, please romaine seeded
Caterino: Merlyn, hope all is well
Dexter Fong: afkfr
Principalpoop: just strange
llanwydd: that too
Merlyn: everything's ok here, caterino
Caterino: Poop, your puns runnith ova
Merlyn: what has happened to your nose?
Bambi: that was a good one princep
Principalpoop: i just returned from rome
||||||||| TheAccidentalTweenist is kicked out just as the clock strikes 9:45 PM.
||||||||| Outside, the 9:45 PM bus from Billville pulls away, leaving TheAccidentalTweenist coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Caterino: I just returned from Rome
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and announces "Announcing 'luckygirl', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:45 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room...
Bambi: in the vein of marlin and wet dreams for sure
Bightrethighrehighre: what hashappened to your nose?
Bambi: hello luckygirl
luckygirl: hi
llanwydd: Hi, luckygirl. Welcome to the Chat
cease: if you have a friend on whom you think you can rely, you are a luckygirl
Caterino: I just returned from Romane
Bambi: or would you prefer nancy? ;-)
Bightrethighrehighre: NOTINSANENOTINSANENOTINSANENOTINSANENOTINSANENOTINSANENOTINSANENOTINSANENOTINSANENOTINSANENOTINSANE
luckygirl: i'd prefer a scotch
Caterino: I have been holding this gift, to give to someone very special.
Bambi: catherwood, please pour luckygirl a scotch
||||||||| Catherwood gets luckygirl a scotch.
cease: i could offer you some apple ciidre? its ridiculously good
cease: my province has some fine apples
Bambi: sounds really good cat
Caterino: Pour me a welsh
cease: i hope that's true on the east coast.
luckygirl: apples and brandy maybe
cease: my fave is called Red Roof Cidre.
Dexter Fong: CAT: NYC? The Big Apple?
cease: calvados, lucky?
||||||||| Catherwood leads doctecazoid inside, makes a note of the time (9:49 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
cease: yes this time next week i'll be at doc's place, and here's doc!
Merlyn: hey doc
Bambi: catherwood, please pour Bob a welsh
||||||||| Catherwood gives bob a welsh.
Bambi: hey doc
Dexter Fong: Hey Doc
cease: yes dex i havent seen you in 5 years, but that's about to change
doctecazoid: i'll be at my place too - what a coincidence!
||||||||| 9:49 PM -- luckygirl left for parts unknown. (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
doctecazoid: evening all
doctecazoid: it's more like an apple corpse
Dexter Fong: Stem that kinda talk, Doc
Caterino: Lucky Girl left, to parts unlucky
doctecazoid: just sowing the seeds of discontent - like one does
doctecazoid: whilst hitting the sauce
Bambi: great to see ya doc
Bambi: ope all is well
doctecazoid: es it is
Caterino: Hop Sing Scotch
Bambi: our best to lily too
doctecazoid: thanks
doctecazoid: she's dozing on the couch
cease: i'll be eating at your place around this time next week
doctecazoid: she's been working her tail off - taking online courses on info technology in the healthcare field
cease: or maybe having finished meal, chatting
doctecazoid: she wants to get back in the work force
cease: is she enjoying the courses, doc?
Caterino: Good luck to her Doc
doctecazoid: we're already mapping out the menu strategy
doctecazoid: yes, she is
doctecazoid: and she's been aceing all of them too
cease: no doubt
Bambi: that's great :-)
llanwydd: bbiaqwertuy
Merlyn: New angus beef and bacon burritos at macdonalds, dammit
doctecazoid: what he said!
Principalpoop: there are new angus beef and bacon burritos at macdonalds for cease
Principalpoop: loool
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and announces "Announcing 'Bunnyboy', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:55 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary...
ah,clem: beef and bacon burritos at macdonalds, say goodbye to your heart
cease: uh, i dont think so, poop
Bunnyboy: lo dere
Principalpoop: hip hop bunny, getting crowded in here
cease: hi bun
Principalpoop: weather must be changing
Bambi: new cloned angus beef ....
Dexter Fong: Hey Bunny
doctecazoid: anybody ever had the fast food at a jake's wayback franchise?
Caterino: I have'nt had heart since some one sang it in the fifties
Bambi: hey bunny
doctecazoid: i ask because one just opened up very close to here
Bambi: never heard of it...but if it has real food, might have to find one lol
Bunnyboy: Everybody ready to be full-fledged Ozinears?
doctecazoid: we also have a five guys in the next town
Principalpoop: i left my heart in san francisco, no, that was my suitcase, maybe it was tulsa
Bunnyboy dusts off his charger card.
llanwydd: never heard of jakes
doctecazoid: i left my spleen in tucson
Caterino: I don't go because of my heart, I don't go because of all the missing food I don't get or notice till I get home
Principalpoop: jake huh, chinatown?
doctecazoid: i had not heard of them either, just saw the place on the way to our local package store
doctecazoid: this evening
doctecazoid: looked it up - wabackburgers.com
doctecazoid: waybackburgers
doctecazoid: sorry
doctecazoid: http://waybackburgers.com
Principalpoop: between boston chicken and pollo loco
Merlyn: did anyone listen to Captain Equinox yesterday?
Bunnyboy: Forget it, Johnny. It's Polynesian Town.
Caterino: I went to Jakes, and once you get passed the smell, the food can be rather smelly anyway. Kidding what the ehck is Jakes?
doctecazoid: bb: lol! i was just watching that dvd the other day
Dexter Fong dollies in for one last crane shot
TheAccidentalTweenist: Hi Doc
doctecazoid: merl: sorry, i missed it
Merlyn: *bang* there goes the last crane...
Principalpoop: roanoke is not on the list, sigh
cease: merl, what capt equinox?
doctecazoid: hey tween
Merlyn: yesterday was the autumn equinox
Bunnyboy: doc: I have to push aside some titles, and work the SCTV discs some more.
Dexter Fong: The Cranes are falling, The cranes are falling
TheAccidentalTweenist: Still trying to learn Russian?
doctecazoid: your name an 'accidental billionaires' ref?
cease: i thout you were referring to the old firesign single
doctecazoid: tibor's tractor
Caterino: Since I have ben here last, I have become the Twain of the writing world. "What, a legend?" No dead.
TheAccidentalTweenist: The Accidental Tourist
doctecazoid: mark his words...
Merlyn: yes cat, the appropriate days to listen are the two days a year that are equinoxes
Bunnyboy: Started the last NBC season discs, quite a while ago. Then have the "Best of" syndicated set.
cease: the firesign world is so vast, it precludes other realities, like equinoxes
Caterino: I got that Tween
doctecazoid: never the twain shall acquire
Dexter Fong: Bob: I thought reports of your death were somewhat premature
Merlyn: he can only be capt. equinox twice a year, the rest of the time he's Kiki
Principalpoop: nigger nigger nigger, says huck finn so get off my back
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
doctecazoid: i don't have the syndicated set yet - tho i have some vhs tapes i got years ago from another sctv fanatic in a trade
Caterino: No not at all, I am dead but it hasn't affected my appitite
llanwydd: princ said the n word
cease: you have the provo take over, doc?
Principalpoop: pretty lively for dead, what is your secret?
llanwydd: anybody got an o word to take the curse off?
cease: if not, i'll bring the cassette. wnat to use it in this rfb thing
doctecazoid: i'm sorry we are out of groat clusters - would you accept a wolverine in its place?
Caterino: Prince, you are so, so, Kramer
Dexter Fong: Huck Finn, the first rapper
doctecazoid: what is the provo take over? sorry
Principalpoop: want to hear my mel gibson impersonation? hehe
TheAccidentalTweenist: You ain't Mark Twain, Poop ;)
llanwydd: lol
Caterino: Fimm was one of the first five who ever took off their shoes, for industry of course
doctecazoid: i have a decent and hardly used cassette deck, so transfers to digital are not a problem
Bunnyboy: doc: I've been reading 1970 NatLamp PDFs, on my phone. O'Donohue always killed.
cease: bergman's orginal radio show was taken over by some "provos" this was the kpfk show
Principalpoop: the reports of my demise are premature
Caterino: finn, damn finga's
llanwydd: I never read HF although I did read TS when I was a kid
Principalpoop: 1970s natlamp, wow
cease: he was tied uip and the station had to play the sign off instead of broadcasting. i thik the show was cancelled after that
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 10:03 PM, dragging Woody 1 by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Yahoo ™?"
doctecazoid: i bought it back in (i think) 2002 or 2003
Bunnyboy: His section on creamed wolf meat is priceless.
Dexter Fong: Woody
Merlyn: hey woody
Woody 1: yello
Caterino: I can vouch for Woody
llanwydd: Hey Woody
Principalpoop: no vouchers
cease: hi wood
Bambi: hey woody
doctecazoid: i have a box full of the old natlamps - as well as the dvd pdf reissues
Caterino: Catherwood asked. I see he is a sailor
||||||||| Catherwood snubs Caterino
doctecazoid: i'm only missing to or three of the issues from 1970 to 1975
Bunnyboy: I also suspect he was behind the "Nazis-as-endangered-species" piece.
Woody 1: vouch for whom you wish, Cat'
doctecazoid: two
doctecazoid: o'donoghue was a genius
Principalpoop: vouch, i meant to say no mouchers
Merlyn: doc, are you using firefox?
doctecazoid: yes
Caterino: But Im not Mini though
doctecazoid: i can switch to chrome if you like
Woody 1: Hey, Folks.
Principalpoop: ahh minnie the moucher
doctecazoid: is woody woody?
Principalpoop: or the new mini?
cease: hey wood
cease: much better than plastic
Merlyn: it just looks like Firefox browsers do something so none of the geographic info comes through
cease: this must be somethiing visual they're doing
Principalpoop: he pulled a boner
Bunnyboy: Yup. I got a passel of old NatLamps, in a trunk in the basement. Have the PDFs of NatLamp, MAD and Marvel's AVENGERS run to get through...along with everything else.
Woody 1: I'm wood alright. Wait. Yeah. I'm wood.
doctecazoid: let me switch to chrome then
doctecazoid: brb
||||||||| doctecazoid leaves to catch the 10:07 PM train to Funfun Town.
Merlyn: you'd need to log out and in
Caterino: Prince, I was trying to think of a pun but it's so hard
Merlyn: ok
llanwydd: I devoured mad magazine when I was a kid
Principalpoop: i will give you a good tongue lashing for that
Caterino: I have to get that, chromium switch
Principalpoop: mad is still the same, but I don't understand any of the references now
Woody 1: the Godfather issue was my favorite.
||||||||| doctecazoid enters at 10:08 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Hat Pack Annex.
llanwydd: once I month I would sacrifice my lunch money to buy a copy because it cost exactly the same as a school lunch
doctecazoid: ok back
Dexter Fong: Look at that bright shiny chrome!!
doctecazoid: i logged out and logged in, as you said
cease: all the best, clem
Principalpoop: thanks you so much ahh, clem, feel better
Merlyn: Nino still has no clue though doc
doctecazoid: interesting
Woody 1: Michael's venture into the bathroom looing for the gun
doctecazoid: i'll go over to exploder...
||||||||| doctecazoid hurries out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's doctecazoid?! It's 10:09 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
Bunnyboy: Woody: Yeah, Mort Drucker always nailed the film pieces.
Caterino: Leave the guns, take the conoli's
||||||||| Catherwood leads doctecazoid in through the front door at 10:10 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Principalpoop: lol
TheAccidentalTweenist: Thanks much, mister clem :-)
llanwydd: I always thought drucker was the best artist
Bunnyboy: doc's havin' his way with the room. In and out and in and out...
doctecazoid: hey, the billiard room - cool!
Principalpoop: toad away
Dexter Fong: Thanks clem, y'all
ah,clem: nytol
Merlyn: yeah, thanks again clem
||||||||| ah,clem leaves to catch the 10:10 PM train to Washington.
||||||||| Bunnyboy walks away to The Aviary.
doctecazoid: mort's stuff was always top notch imo
llanwydd: Nite Clem
Woody 1: "Maybe they left A MESSAGE "Here I sit I all broken hearted...no that's not it."
||||||||| Bunnyboy climbs in through the window at the ungodly hour of 10:11 PM
Principalpoop: the red ball off the green stripe ball in the corner pocket
llanwydd: "I'm not Plozzo, Mr. Nervous"
Bunnyboy: Will Elder and Wally Wood killed.
doctecazoid: nervus norvus
Dexter Fong tried to poem but only arted"
llanwydd: funny we remember these details
Bambi: have a great night everyone!! see you next time ... great to see some folks we haven't seen for awhile
doctecazoid: nite bambi
Bambi: take care, grid bless :-)
llanwydd: Nite Bambi
doctecazoid: say hi to thumper for us
||||||||| "Hey Bambi!" ... Bambi turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 10:12 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
Bunnyboy: nite Bambi!
Dexter Fong: Night Bambi, y'all
cease: yes bambi, i hope to be speaking to you from a closer place next week
Dexter Fong: You mean in her heart??
doctecazoid: that would be cramped
Dexter Fong: But highly rhythnic
Dexter Fong: rhythmic
Woody 1: When Sonny was killed..."Pop always warned Sonny never to cross a toll bridge with any more than a five."
doctecazoid: i don't know who art is but i know what he likes!
doctecazoid: so, lili and i have made our plans to go to the rally to restore sanity
Principalpoop: art holeflapper and son
Dexter Fong: That's great necause art tatum was blind
doctecazoid: we're gonna take it down a notch
llanwydd: "he's in the bathroom waiting for his stomach to die down"
Principalpoop: yes doc yes, I would go if I could
cease: really, doc?
cease: fantastic
cease: stewart seems "serious" about it
llanwydd: I'm amazing myself by remembering these lines
Principalpoop: or keep fear alive, not sure which
doctecazoid: if i get it together, i'll carry a protest sign: "pandora called - she wants her box back"
cease: he and colbert can be a political force and i think they're getting into it
cease: too esoteric, doc
Dexter Fong: Doc, why not pop on over to Taco Belle and take a few nachos with those notches, in Natchez, natch
doctecazoid: mobile natchez?
Caterino: Bueno's Nacho's
doctecazoid: taco loco!
Dexter Fong: Nachos Grandes
doctecazoid: mayor nochez' la bomba chelter
llanwydd: I eat at Chez Nat
Dexter Fong: Enchilada Infecto
Caterino: I eat at Joes
doctecazoid: /me huevos to the crowd
Dexter Fong: Joses?
doctecazoid: oops
llanwydd: LOL, doc
doctecazoid me huevoa to the crows
doctecazoid: crowd
Dexter Fong: Doc, no greater sacrifice etc...
Caterino: Doc, may I see your soilent green card
doctecazoid: sheesh i've forgotten the goddam sin tax
TheAccidentalTweenist: Bad food and nad people go _together_ at Mernoches!
TheAccidentalTweenist: bad people
Dexter Fong: An Arm and a Leg, Doc same as always
Caterino: Ahhh the Bomber chelter
Caterino: or la bamba chelter
TheAccidentalTweenist: La Bomba Shelter!
Dexter Fong: Bad people and bad nads run away together at Meyer Nocheese, leg of the heron, eatery
Caterino: Mernoches
TheAccidentalTweenist: lol
Principalpoop: i am confused
Woody 1: I've been listening to alot of Firesign lately. So much there. Killer references even by today's standards. 'Self blinding eye shadow with matching pucnture pencils. LOL
Caterino: Nacho cheese
TheAccidentalTweenist: Eating prarie nads with hot sauce again, Dex?
doctecazoid: pimento mori
TheAccidentalTweenist: 'Lip Stiffener'
Dexter Fong: Tween: Yeah, nice little sea and prarie oyster stew
TheAccidentalTweenist: And prescriptions available without a prescription after midnight
llanwydd: "magic" puncture pencil
Woody 1: Is it magic?
doctecazoid: dixie leech shoe shine kits with an extra bottle 'o' yellow
llanwydd: magic
cease: yes woody, there is enough firesign for a lifetime or relistening
Dexter Fong: llan I always read/heard it as matching but misdirection was always part of their process
TheAccidentalTweenist: Some fine cuts on the Dear Friends release
llanwydd: I could be wrong
Dexter Fong: Cat: Whichever is longer
doctecazoid: and many items not normally on display in the back, just ask for mizz george and tell her necessity sent ya
Principalpoop: i could be crazy, but it just may a lunatic you're looking for
cease: indeed, dex
TheAccidentalTweenist: I've been listening since the early 70's, and I _still_ hearing nuances I hadn't caught before
doctecazoid: i have rich people - i hate them and their stupid problems!
Principalpoop: new answers?
doctecazoid: hate not have
doctecazoid: argh
Dexter Fong: llan: it's not a matter of right or wrong, FST often use a word that has one or more homonyms
cease: indeed tween
Bunnyboy: Ah, crickets...I hate crickets! *BLAM!*
TheAccidentalTweenist: Unless you make money from dealing with rich people's problems
doctecazoid: i think i'll get a dog, and call him relent - that way i won't be relentless anymore
Principalpoop: who was cricket, in natlamp?
Principalpoop: doggedly woof woof
Dexter Fong: I hat rich people and I have them and my stupid problemos
TheAccidentalTweenist: Sounds like Hunter S Thompson shooting a ringing phone he finds annoying
Bunnyboy: I guess we're up to 15 of the 16 weekly WFMU Dear Friends podcasts.
cease: is there a limit, bun?
doctecazoid: i hate them and their stupid typos
TheAccidentalTweenist: "You can't argue with a drunken rotweiler. Lord knows I've tried..." - HST
Bunnyboy: cat: I thought they (Taylor?) just remastered 16 hours worth.
Woody 1: Yeah. Great at mis-direction and mis-pronunciation. 'Remindering.'
Principalpoop: FMU sounds like an insult
Caterino: WFMU?? I was thirteen when I wrote and recorded two radio commercials for them.
doctecazoid: fmu you too
Principalpoop: they had radio back then?
doctecazoid: caterino: small whorled
Dexter Fong: fmu yah fmuing fmu
Caterino: It was for John Nurooki, who somehow had this show for ten freakin years
Principalpoop: FM me? nooo, FMU
Merlyn: hey, see you next week all
Bunnyboy: I was aware that several sections of JUST FOLKS were taken from the Dear Friends recordings. Didn't realize, until just recently, how clever they were in "repurposing" the material.
Principalpoop: night M
cease: by merl
Dexter Fong: Hey, otay
||||||||| Around 10:27 PM, Merlyn walks off into the sunset...
llanwydd: Nite Merlyn
Dexter Fong: Night and thanks for the hosting Merlyn
Caterino: Nite Merl, great to be here again
Bunnyboy: Specifically, the St. Heckler's Church piece. Wow!
Woody 1: Bye, Merl
TheAccidentalTweenist: Yes, thanks for what you do, Merl
Bunnyboy: nite Merlyn!
doctecazoid: when you were 13, was kodak working on this? http://nyti.ms/ch6f91
cease: are you tlaking about the tuesday broadcastrs, bun?
doctecazoid: that voodoo that you do...
TheAccidentalTweenist: St. Heckler? Haven't heard that one
Bunnyboy: That I am, cat.
Dexter Fong: Bunny: Like SCTV FST were very efficient, you don't throw stuff away
Principalpoop: wow, and I just saw they stopped making kodachrome film
Bunnyboy: doc: Unless it's a gag.
llanwydd: was it st. heckler's church of the seven lucky devils or was that something else?
Woody 1: Yeah. Just listening to that piece laately. Funny as hell. St. Heckler.
TheAccidentalTweenist: Film is so 20th century
Dexter Fong: They stopped making kodachrome? will that effect my new browser?
Caterino: When I was thirteen WFMU was a pr school. When I was 13, tape recorders had cranks.
Dexter Fong: llan Yes
TheAccidentalTweenist: lol Dex
Caterino: pre
Bunnyboy: llan: That's right. It was mainly an improv piece, with "booth guests", I reckon.
Woody 1: How about catapillars?
Bunnyboy: Hence, the laffs.
doctecazoid: hasslebad working on a 200 mexapixel camera - http://news.cnet.com/8301-30685_3-20017220-264.html
TheAccidentalTweenist: That;s an Adobe plug-in, right?
Principalpoop: now the internet has the cranks
TheAccidentalTweenist: Hasselblad going digital would be then end of an era indeed
Caterino: Yes it does have the Cranks, all the BS is shovel ready
Dexter Fong: Bunny: Sorry for the mis routing
Principalpoop: 3D video cameras under 1,000 be here soon
doctecazoid: they can only manufacture 999 of them?
Principalpoop: right, get yours fast
Caterino: Dice to a small, very small crowd: Miss routing, I banged her
TheAccidentalTweenist: lol P
doctecazoid: doctor tongue's 3d house of technology
TheAccidentalTweenist: And we will buy all this neat stuff from China with our new Walmart hobs, right?
TheAccidentalTweenist: jobs
TheAccidentalTweenist: We were _soooo_ had...
Principalpoop: i recommend you speak nicely of our owners tween
Bunnyboy: (sings) And the fireman hauls another load away...
Bunnyboy: Bob: Too soon!
Principalpoop: load away, load away
TheAccidentalTweenist: lol P
Woody 1: OK. Anyone going to the Bozos Live shows on October?
Principalpoop: wrong coast, rats
doctecazoid: i take a 40 long
cease: i think merl was going but he's gone
Bunnyboy: Didn't y'all think that Bozos would be the way to Gozos, come 2011?
Principalpoop: they never come to roanoke, they could get the roanoke convention center for a song, and a few skits
Dexter Fong: Woody: Where is it and what is it?
Woody 1: Thought about getting a ticket for a keep-sake.
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Elayne inside, makes a note of the time (10:36 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Elayne: Evenin' all!
Principalpoop: hi E
Woody 1: http://www.firesigntheatrelegacy.com/
doctecazoid: hey e
Dexter Fong: Hey Elayne
Bunnyboy: Morning, Elayne!
doctecazoid: what it be
Principalpoop: doesn't sake go bad if you keep it too long?
Elayne: Can't stay long, have to get up at 4:30 AM to be at the hospital by 6:30.
doctecazoid: long time no see
cease: hi el
cease: all the best to you
Elayne: Operation to proceed at 8 AM, after an hour and a half of admitting paperwork...
doctecazoid: what do you have to admit to?
Caterino: Elayne, hope you are feeling better
Elayne: Thanks Cat. Hope to be home and recuperating by early PM.
cease: i'll call you from doc's house in conn
Principalpoop: good luck, hope your keister is still attached afterwards
Elayne: I'll know after tomorrow, Bob. :)
doctecazoid: sounds like a shakedown to me
cease: we'll make arrangements to meet next sat
Caterino: well pre op hugs and kisses
Elayne: Oh, I could afford to lose a little keister, PrinPoop. :) As long as the kidneys are in one, er two pieces, I'll be happy.
Elayne: Thanks, Bob.
doctecazoid: yes, best of luck. may the doc not ever have to utter the word 'oops'
Woody 1: another martini and might eat the cups. really...
Elayne: Call me from Tom's place, Cat.
Bunnyboy: Best wishes, El!
Caterino: She will never admit to anything
Elayne: Off to bed now. Only 6 hours to sleep, after all.
Principalpoop: right you are doc, that is why they wear masks
Dexter Fong: Night ELAYNE TALK TO YOU NEXT WEEK
cease: will be in touch from con next week
Dexter Fong: ?
||||||||| Elayne leaves at 10:39 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..."
cease: or maybe from dex's
doctecazoid: zzzzzzzzip and she's gone
cease: just like life
doctecazoid: three minutes just goes by so fast...
Dexter Fong: there it goes
Principalpoop: up with the sun, still on the run, something something something I'm lazy
doctecazoid: ... i drift off here... page two
llanwydd: asdfgjkh
cease: doc did you ever watch the dvd you were telling me about, bit's dancing shoes and such?
TheAccidentalTweenist: ...
doctecazoid: not in its entirety yet, cat - but a goodly chunk of it
Dexter Fong: Having your periods Tween?
Principalpoop: gonna run, have a super week and trips and things, ciaoooo
Woody 1: Is this the beginning...or is this this the end ? No.... This is the end. Goodnight.
||||||||| Principalpoop leaves to catch the 10:41 PM train to Billville.
Caterino: Poops gone
Dexter Fong: Night poop woody
cease: by poop
doctecazoid: but not forgotten
Bunnyboy: Nite, puh-Poop!
Dexter Fong: have at chew
llanwydd: Nite, whoever's leaving
||||||||| Woody 1 departs at 10:42 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
doctecazoid: speaking of leafing - the fall colors are starting to creep into these parts
Bunnyboy: Oh, nite Woody!
llanwydd: so long, woody. you nazi
cease: here too, doc
cease: how's the weather in conn now, doc?
Dexter Fong: I understand that deep mauves, umbers, and shades of black are what everyone's wearing
cease: willl i need a short sleeve shirt?
Dexter Fong: How long are your arms?
Dexter Fong: Let me measure your inseam again
llanwydd: mauves and umbers? I wouldn't know one when I saw one
doctecazoid: things got a little chilly over the past two weeks of evenings, it just warmed up today
cease: can we ask dex if he has a recording device?
doctecazoid: (and yesterday too, come to think of it)
Dexter Fong: llan: Vegas argot for overs/unders...point spreads etc
llanwydd: aha
Dexter Fong: Cat: You may, I have only a cassette maching...a good one...an expensive one ....but still
cease: i want to go to vegas for some restaurants.
cease: both my cassette and dat recorders died and sony doesnt make them any mroe so they cant be fixed
cease: parts no longer made
llanwydd: all the restaurants in vegas are in casinos
Dexter Fong: I want to go for some action
llanwydd: and I wouldn't set foot in one of those
doctecazoid: the 10 day forecast calls for chance of rain with moderate temps (low to mid '70s fahrenheit) monday-tuesday-wednesday
cease: everything is in casinos
doctecazoid: thursday too
Dexter Fong: That's what I saw also doc
doctecazoid: evening lows in the upper 50s
doctecazoid: not that bad really
llanwydd: if I did, I wouldn't have to drive more than 50 miles to an indian reservation
doctecazoid: but cloudy and a bit dank - you'll feel like you're in england
llanwydd: but I have reservations about that
cease: about like here. ok, i'll wear my usual jacket, the one i wore to europe
Dexter Fong: or North Van
cease: never been to england other than heathrow
Dexter Fong: while y'all globe trot I'll take a moment to refresh
doctecazoid: he take one look and heathrow up
cease: always a good idea
llanwydd: I spent the summer of 1984 in England
llanwydd: heathrow tull?
Bunnyboy: I'd best be feeding my ravenous mate. Nitey, folks!
doctecazoid: thank her for her patience with us, bb
llanwydd: Nite BB
doctecazoid: "i'm so worried about the baggage retrieval system they have at heathrow"
llanwydd: I've been ravenous today as well. it's quite unusual
Caterino: Nite BB
TheAccidentalTweenist: lol Doc
doctecazoid: (python's contractual obligation record)
llanwydd: I'm so worried that I'm drivin everyone around the bend
doctecazoid: nite bb
cease: by bun
Caterino: Just a plug for the peeps peepin in later. http://caterino.proboards.com/index.cgi
llanwydd: intereresting that americans don't say "round the bend"
TheAccidentalTweenist renews his contractual obligation
doctecazoid: i used to call "not insane" firesign's contractual obligation record, but after having read david's diary, i see it was more a case of the group biting off more than it could chew.
Caterino: (python's contractual obligation record) I had that, placed it between Dwarf and Danger to dsee if some funny would rub off
||||||||| Bunnyboy leaves to catch the 10:51 PM train to Washington.
cease: well said, doc
TheAccidentalTweenist: Great recording. Matching Tie and Handkerchief as well
TheAccidentalTweenist: Have you seen Python's "Live In Aspen"?
llanwydd: yes, fst didn't like Not Insane but I think it has real merits
Caterino: The three sided album
cease: bun has gone from seattle to washington.
cease: i had a 3 sided album, by rr kirk
TheAccidentalTweenist: It's bundled these days on DVD with "Live At The Hollwood Bowl"
llanwydd: I bought Matching Tie and Handkerchief when I was in 8th grade
Caterino: I thought Not Insane was good. Seeing the movie made it better
llanwydd: it was fascinating
TheAccidentalTweenist: I amazed that FST and Python never found any common ground
TheAccidentalTweenist: The court jesters of the UK and America might have been good fun
TheAccidentalTweenist: i'm
Caterino: Comedians refuse to admit they like or listen to other comedians. The common ground was the Goon shows
llanwydd: I can definitely imagine a great live show with the two groups but never an album
doctecazoid: thing is: firesign was inspired by both classic radio and the goon show, that's what they went after.
Caterino: I can see a Python VS Firesign album
TheAccidentalTweenist: That's a good point Caterino
doctecazoid: python was also strongly influenced by the goons, but since they wrote for tv in the early and mid '60s, they figured out how to translate the goon aesthetic to the visual medium
llanwydd: for example "Never Be Rude to an Arab" would have been a great song to put on "40 Great Unclaimed Melodies" and they could have done that live
TheAccidentalTweenist: Jokes at 20 paces?
cease: proc and python have chatted, he says so in ihs planet
cease: they're not enemies by any means
TheAccidentalTweenist: With the help of American Terry Gilliam, of course
Dexter Fong: Bob: Goon show was certainly in FST's head as well as Python. but also for FST was Bob and Ray
doctecazoid: terry provided the interstitials
cease: yes llan, a collaboration would be amazing
Caterino: Remember the Python bit Dennis Moore
Caterino: the theme song?
doctecazoid: dex: yes, they were steeped in radio and that's their chosen medium
llanwydd: Phil Proctor as Dennis Moore!
doctecazoid: dennis moore, dennis moore, he's not in this bit
Dexter Fong: And the proto show for them all might have been Colonel Stoopnagel and Bud
Caterino: No but the other day on Cable, I saw the ending credits to an english show from the early sixties Ropbin Hood, thats the theme.
doctecazoid: i seem to recall hearing (not long ago) that the theme song is a parody of the brit tv version of robin hood ... ?
llanwydd: the two approaches are world's apart
cease: i was talking to ossman last saturday, raving abouthis reading of the tang poems
cease: he said it was the mike
cease: that's modesty.
doctecazoid: there you go then
Caterino: Ok rambling, gots to go bros and felines
llanwydd: Python is right in your face but FST requires you to draw near
Dexter Fong: Guidos and Guidettes
TheAccidentalTweenist: Great to see ya, Bob
Caterino: Yes Python is jolly good, but Firesign need thought and smarts
doctecazoid: python were dadaists, firesign is more surrealist
cease: by bob
Dexter Fong: llan: THAT"S THE BRITISH MUSIC HALL INFLUENCE that's present in the goons also
Caterino: C ya next week same firetime, same fire cha,, um, website
doctecazoid: python's tv show humor is scattershot, firesign wants you to laugh and think at the same time
TheAccidentalTweenist: Interesting, Doc
doctecazoid: which is no mean feet
cease: not sure i agree with that, doc
Dexter Fong: feets, get meanly
TheAccidentalTweenist: But then again, Python isn't always as obvious as it seems
Dexter Fong: ;steps on his own toes
doctecazoid: cat: you don't like my ideas? i've got others....
llanwydd: well, python always seemed to operate on the principal that the most unlikely situations were the funniest
cease: lol
llanwydd: that doesn't seem to be the primary focus with FST
cease: indeed, llan
TheAccidentalTweenist: Theere layers to Python as well, but nothing like FST complexity
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
TheAccidentalTweenist: There are
cease: i dont see putting either group in categories
Dexter Fong: Hmmm, the myune is missing....and some bloke has it in his backyard
doctecazoid: python really started stretching out thematically with the movies
TheAccidentalTweenist: As has been said a FST album is like a good rock mix
doctecazoid: grail and brian
cease: they have learned from and share traits with earlier traditions, but they are their own unique thing
Dexter Fong: or braille and grindin
TheAccidentalTweenist: In the light.... of the silvery...
cease: the 2nd flick, yes. the first was just stitched from the tv show
TheAccidentalTweenist: I _love_ Pink Hotel
Dexter Fong: koda chrome (no longer in production)
cease: indeed about the rock mix, tween
llanwydd: I don't mind labeling python dadist as someone said earlier
doctecazoid: they did it well, but when they tried to sustain it they hit a creative brick wall - they realized this, threw in the towel and that's why meaning of life comes off more like an extended python sketch show
Dexter Fong: Doc said it...and he means it pilgrim
llanwydd: and I suppose I can see surrealism in FST
TheAccidentalTweenist: Bubba did a great job resurrecting those old tracks
TheAccidentalTweenist: And I miss his prescence here as well
doctecazoid: hey, i'm just employing the posterior extrusion method with these analytical musings
cease: graiol and brian were amazing flilcks, i wish firesign had made flicks as good
llanwydd: python had more money
TheAccidentalTweenist: lol Doc
cease: yes llan
Dexter Fong: I'm a proud member ot the dazed knights of the Mobeius Strip
TheAccidentalTweenist: Yes, as has been pointed out, Python had the BBC and Harrison behind them
cease: but even if you gave the fireguys python bucks, would they have made something as funny?
cease: i dont think they have the same visual genius as they do audio
TheAccidentalTweenist: And yet they can pull off Weirdly Cool with practically no set
doctecazoid: is that anywhere near sunset strip?
Dexter Fong: We'll prolly never know Cat
cease: pbs's dime
llanwydd: amrad just hijacked me again
doctecazoid: cat: true dat
doctecazoid: firesign has always been and will always be masters of the audio medium
llanwydd: just as python was better on tv than on audio
doctecazoid: that, and their live shows
TheAccidentalTweenist: Yeah, and NPR for a while
Dexter Fong: What???
doctecazoid: python's audio was more often than not just a regurgitation of their video work
TheAccidentalTweenist: Which is where they should be again
llanwydd: which is why I like contractual obligation best. it was all new material
TheAccidentalTweenist: Oh yeah, Python's albums were very good
TheAccidentalTweenist: Nothing like the complexity of FST, though
Dexter Fong: I just got the Kindle version of Itchy and Scratchy
TheAccidentalTweenist: Like comparing Help with Sgt Peppers
doctecazoid: masters of sketch comedy - that's why gilliam was the glue, it freed them from having to write endings to their bits
llanwydd: I got to get me a kindle someday
cease: i think sgt pepper had an influence on formation of firesign
doctecazoid: they'd take a premise as far as they felt like it, then they'd hand things over to terry
cease: good point, doc
TheAccidentalTweenist: They had an influence on many people
llanwydd: beatles had a big influence on firesign
Dexter Fong: llan: Step around back. I got a face cord and I needs me some Kindlin'
doctecazoid: terry would then do his thing to get the show to the next sketch
TheAccidentalTweenist: lol Dex
doctecazoid: it is a brilliant formula that holds up well to this day
TheAccidentalTweenist: You have t see Monty Python Live In Aspen
llanwydd: I need an iphone before I buy a kindle though
||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, 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...
doctecazoid: i will keep an eye out for it tween, thanks
llanwydd: I've never even owned a cell phone
doctecazoid: self phone?
cease: i remain phoneless
Dexter Fong: I traded my Iphone in for a JPhone
doctecazoid: one good thing about calling yourself ... you're always there to answer
TheAccidentalTweenist: They muse about their beginnings and what MP meant to comedy
llanwydd: well, I've phoned myself
llanwydd: sounds phony doesnt it
Dexter Fong: llan: WHO< THE CALLER OR THE DIALEE
doctecazoid: the megaphone newsreel cameras fly over the oceans, across the seven seas - and right into your face!
llanwydd: I was listening to Magenta a little while ago and I've got an earworm
llanwydd: megaphone must have been a spinoff of vitaphone
TheAccidentalTweenist: Interview show setting by Robert Klein
doctecazoid: and the other 30's-40's newsreels
doctecazoid: ok - fading fast, have to get some sleep
llanwydd: Nite Doc. Tell Lili I said hi
TheAccidentalTweenist: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0287570/
cease: are you cooking something interesting when i arrive next monday at your place, dex?
doctecazoid: cat & dex: if there are any other details we need to lock in, please email or call me
TheAccidentalTweenist: Best to you and Lili, Doc
Dexter Fong: Don't for get the Pete Smith Specialties....Guy props a ladder against his house (wah Wah Wah) (crash) Oh no...he's done it again
cease: nite, doc. see you in a few days
doctecazoid: thanks all
doctecazoid: funway here we come!
doctecazoid: nytol (zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz........
||||||||| At 11:14 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, doctecazoid!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
Dexter Fong: Night Doc
llanwydd: my ambien is starting to kick in but I'll hang out a while longer
Dexter Fong: How's the foliage up in your'n parts Llan
cease: wow, i'm only a few hours away from flight.
TheAccidentalTweenist: You need Fukitol. Ask your doctor if it's right for you...
llanwydd: I don't know how it happened but I just got redirected to imdb.com
cease: keep on ambiening, llan
llanwydd: foiliage is brightening up, Dex
cease: it must be pretty where you are, llan
cease: fal and trees
cease: getting quite attractive here
llanwydd: yeah, it gets even better
Dexter Fong: fallen trees, like in out tornado
Dexter Fong: our
llanwydd: I just wish my next door neighbor hadn't ruined my whole summer
cease: did that impact you, dex?
llanwydd: fortunately he's gone now
cease: they come, they go, just like anything
llanwydd: big tomato in New York City? I hope it's back to an apple now
Dexter Fong: Nope CAT< JUST BARELY BRUSHED LOWER MANHATTAN WITH NICKEL SIZE HAIL AND THEN TORE THE SHIT OUTTA BROOKLYN AND QUEENS
TheAccidentalTweenist: Yeah, heard NYC got hot by tornadoes
Dexter Fong: sheeeeesh
TheAccidentalTweenist: Speaking of not in Kansas :(
TheAccidentalTweenist: hit
cease: i can hear you all the way in north van
Dexter Fong clicks two heels together three times and leaves them in the gutter
llanwydd: I hope the next tornado devastates an uninhabited area of water off the coast
llanwydd: that would be an interesting phenomenon
TheAccidentalTweenist: Not so funny when people get killed
Dexter Fong: llan: Why do you hate fish?
llanwydd: well, the fish wouldn't mind so much
cease: i only hate raw fish
llanwydd: they would just swim a little deeper
Dexter Fong: Oh sure! Like how long have you been working for scale?
llanwydd: I know. I hate them and their stupid problems
TheAccidentalTweenist see dolphins thanking LL and leaving
llanwydd: well, what should I eat before bed?
llanwydd: I've been eating ravenously today and its a strange phenomenon
TheAccidentalTweenist: kippers
llanwydd: yeah and then I'll kip off to bed
TheAccidentalTweenist: but that's just a red herring
cease: better red than dead
TheAccidentalTweenist: better dread than red, mon
cease: dont get all jamaican on me
llanwydd: catherwood, get me a plate of what tween suggested please
||||||||| Catherwood gets llanwydd a plate of what tween suggested.
TheAccidentalTweenist: lol
TheAccidentalTweenist passes the yukon blue
cease: i'm in the icebox with the yukon blues
llanwydd: catherwood get me half an ambien
||||||||| Catherwood gets llanwydd half an ambien.
cease: mama's in the outhouse and she got no shoes
llanwydd: that should do
TheAccidentalTweenist: Ah, Liz Island Delta Blues
cease: papa's in the harem and he's giving no clues
TheAccidentalTweenist: Sorry, Vic
TheAccidentalTweenist: LOL
llanwydd: I am in the kitchen with the kidneystone blues
TheAccidentalTweenist: Hear Cal may legalize, if for no other reason than to collect taxes lie cigs
TheAccidentalTweenist: like
cease: indeed tween
TheAccidentalTweenist: Smart move. Would also keep from ruining peoples lives over nothing
cease: i'm glad something good is happening there
||||||||| It's 11:30 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
TheAccidentalTweenist: Yeah, they're in a very deep hole economically
cease: thats true for a lot of places
llanwydd: I don't approve of taxation
TheAccidentalTweenist: True
llanwydd: I don't mind the government collecting a fee for the use of currency but that's it
cease: you would prefer customs duties?
TheAccidentalTweenist: But Cal is maybe the 8th largest economy on the planet?
cease: america could charge a tax for everything imported
llanwydd: no, I wouldn't
cease: yes tween. the prices have already started to fall in bc in anticipation of a yes vote
TheAccidentalTweenist: Well, sometime we can discuss what the Constitution provides for in terms of taxes. This ain't it
TheAccidentalTweenist: Good to hear, cease
llanwydd: I've been seriously thinking about moving to CA
TheAccidentalTweenist: Maybe it'll be like beer and wine. You can make (grow) a certain amount per year for private use
cease: i lived there for a long time. unfortunately the wrong time
cease: only it coincided with the birth of the firesgins
llanwydd: I love this place in the summer but I can not take another winter in the "north country"
cease: van is cold enough
llanwydd: maybe CA is the place for an actor anyway
llanwydd: or at least one who is making the crossover from stage to film
cease: good point, llan
llanwydd: and might need mmj occasionally
TheAccidentalTweenist: I hear Van is pretty mild in the winter, compared to the rest of CN
llanwydd: well, "need" is a sketchy word
cease: thats why we live here, tween
TheAccidentalTweenist: Texas drug laws are fairly draconian
TheAccidentalTweenist: A judge can trow 6 mos in jail and a $2000 fine at you for first offense
TheAccidentalTweenist: throw
cease: so i hear
TheAccidentalTweenist: On the other hand, Willie is a black belt lol
TheAccidentalTweenist: A land of contradictions, Texas
cease: there are a lot of such langs, tween
cease: lands
TheAccidentalTweenist: I'm sure
llanwydd: I, too, am a lland of contradiction
cease: i dont know if i'll be online chatting next thurs as i'll be at doc tech's house
TheAccidentalTweenist: Austin is not your average city in Texas. Just thought you should know TX law
llanwydd: as doc usually abbreviates my name
cease: if i were ever in texas, i'm sure austin would be the place i'd want to go
TheAccidentalTweenist: Oohhhhh great screen name - llanofcontradiction
llanwydd: I was in texas once. I saw houston and san antonio
TheAccidentalTweenist: The only reason I moved to Texas, I assure you
TheAccidentalTweenist: San Antion has some very pretty places, like Riverwalk
TheAccidentalTweenist: But Austin is "The Jewel Of Texas"
llanwydd: yes I took the riverwalk
llanwydd: I always smelled a certain strong flower in SA and its outskirts. smelled like women's perfume
cease: im fond of strong flowers
llanwydd: me too
llanwydd: that reminds me I just recently learned that an onion flower is called an umble
TheAccidentalTweenist: Well, Ladybird was the one who sprinkled wildflower seeds over the Texas road medians
cease: humble enough to lose the h?
TheAccidentalTweenist: I don't like what Johnson did, but Ladybird was a good soul
cease: my last chat from north van. see you here next week from conn
TheAccidentalTweenist: You must come visit South By Southwest some time :-)
cease: see ya'll then, or someother then
cease: i must indeed tween. i'd love to experience austin
llanwydd: same with kennedy. he nearly started world war 3 but jackie was a very gracious hostess
||||||||| cease is thrown out the window just as the clock strikes 11:47 PM.
TheAccidentalTweenist: Every time I hear about a FST concert on the left coast, I wish I could be there
llanwydd: Nite Cat
TheAccidentalTweenist: One of these days...
TheAccidentalTweenist: well, Llan, I hope you have a good week
llanwydd: one off deess dayss?
TheAccidentalTweenist: Until last time, again...
llanwydd: You too, tween. goodnight
||||||||| TheAccidentalTweenist leaves to catch the 11:49 PM train to Billville.
||||||||| It's 12:00 AM, 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...
||||||||| Catherwood walks in wearing his pyjamas, yawns, and mumbles "It's midnight here in New York city"...then he falls over and starts snoring loudly..
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 1 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 2 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 3 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| Catherwood ushers EggsOverEasy in through the front door at 3:54 AM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
EggsOverEasy:

Well, if that don’t take the rings off a Boomer!

Mark’s in a heap o’ hot gas now,
and I can’t do a thing
but go ‘round and ‘round in this tin box!

Well, my stars!
Looks like I’m gonna miss out on all the exposition,
and the biggest thing since the Eagle landed.
If I could just get this dad-blamed water pump to turn over . . .
EggsOverEasy:

Prince Arcturus!
Commander Demos of th Federation Navy speaking!
A thousand men,
mutants
and just plain Joes
from little Moons
all over the Universe
are ready to chase you back

to whatever evil world you came from!
Batten down the hatches,
Arcturus!
Here we come!
EggsOverEasy:

Can Mark Time and Bob make their childish trick work?

Can Doctor Technical get out of the Asteroid Belt
before two mighty rocket fleets launch their attacks around him?

Who knows?

Who cares?

Listen next week,
same fire time,
same fire station,
to Ma-a-a-a-rk Ti-i-i-i-me!!
||||||||| Around 3:55 AM, EggsOverEasy walks off into the sunset...
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 4 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| 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
Bightrethighrehighre
Bunnyboy
Caterino
CaterinoThe Lost
cease
Dexter Fong
doctecazoid
EggsOverEasy
Elayne
llanwydd
luckygirl
Merlyn
Principalpoop
TheAccidentalTweenist
Woody 1 URL References:
http://caterino.proboards.com/index.cgi
http://news.cnet.com/8301-30685_3-20017220-264.html
http://nyti.ms/ch6f91
http://waybackburgers.com
http://www.firesigntheatrelegacy.com/
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0287570/

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"