A Firesign Chat
03/10/2012




Archive		 

Special appearance by
Phil Austin
||||||||| Catherwood re-enters the Waiting Room and explains "This is the main discussion room which is logged each night."
||||||||| Catherwood announces, "The time is 4:33 AM - I now declare Saturday's chat log for March 10, 2012 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| The-Very-Next-Day waltzes in at 7:13 AM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
The-Very-Next-Day: We are more because of Peter. It's time for us to give back and not expect to be entertained all the time.
||||||||| At 7:14 AM, The-Very-Next-Day hurries out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
||||||||| Outside, the 1:17 PM downtown bus from Billville pulls away, leaving Bambi coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Bambi: Rest in Peace, Peter! You will be greatly missed. We will start off our show tonight in your honor. March 10, 2012
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 1:18 PM and Merlyn bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Bambi: hey Merlyn!
Merlyn: Hey, still there?
Bambi: great to see you
Bambi: so sad about Peter
Merlyn: hi
Bambi: yep still there/here
Merlyn: had fans chatting last night too, we wanted clem to show up
Merlyn: yeah, a real bummer, as they used to say
Bambi: ah, shucks
Merlyn: Probably more tonight, doctech couldn't make it last night
Merlyn: and I'll archive the chats
Bambi: good deal we will be talking about Peter on the show tonight first thing
Bambi: et
Bambi: 7pm et
Merlyn: ok
Bambi: yes definitely a real bummer about Peter
Bambi: did you see my blog entry about it?
Bambi: http://bambismusings.wordpress.com/2012/03/10/firesign-theatre-peter-bergman-1939-2012/
||||||||| New topic: 'Remembering Peter Bergman
tonight starting 7 PM Eastern'
Bambi: excellent :-)
Merlyn: Just read it
Merlyn: Want me to send out email about it?
Merlyn: the chat, I mean
Bambi: well better get back to pulling things together for the show tonight
Bambi: sure that would be great
Merlyn: ok, see you later
Bambi: see ya later Merlyn
||||||||| "1:24 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Bambi, who then rushes out through the french doors and down through the garden.
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies ss2also inside, makes a note of the time (1:37 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Merlyn: hey ss2also
||||||||| It's 1:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| ss2also - dead from The Plague
 ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 2 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "2:19 PM and late as usual, it's PorgyTireBiter, just back from Funfun Town."
PorgyTireBiter: are we all bozos on this bus ?
Merlyn: some of us
Merlyn: I have a lot of windows open so I don't always see people right away
PorgyTireBiter: hiyas merlin ..np..im patient
Merlyn: I'll probably be on and off tonight (like a worm in a hot cheese log)
PorgyTireBiter: is is chat only assessible via web or is there a server a client can connect ?
Merlyn: just the web, it's a bunch of .php scripts I made
PorgyTireBiter: kewl just wondering if mirc would work with it
Merlyn: we had IRC chats before this
||||||||| 2:24 PM: puppet guy 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!"
Merlyn: hey puppet guy
Merlyn: did either of you hear about this from email, or from the facebook page?
puppet guy: hi there
Merlyn: because I'm not sure if the email got out, our host has a limit on # emails/day
puppet guy: FB
PorgyTireBiter: its working man..good job.. sorry to hear of the loss of peter..very sad..lets hope the pyramid opened for his arrival in time
Merlyn: email porgy?
PorgyTireBiter: FB link
Merlyn: hmm, well, we'll probably have a fair number of people
Merlyn: about 400 entries in the memorial so far
Merlyn: https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/peterbergman/index.html
puppet guy: I am spreading the word of peters fans, they will be on latertonight, just wanted to check it out
PorgyTireBiter: i have been playing firesign all day.. i have all archives..
Merlyn: thanks, puupet
Merlyn: puppet
puppet guy: us too Porgy
Merlyn: yeah, doing a little Duke of Madness Motors earlier
puppet guy: love it
PorgyTireBiter: consciously plays «» «» Comedy - Firesign Theatre - Roller Maidens From Outer Space
PorgyTireBiter: the first firesign record i bought was 'how can you be in two places at once , when your not anywhere at all' bump bump bump...
PorgyTireBiter: lets take this baby for a ride on the freeway .. wrong way.. hahah
||||||||| "2:32 PM? 2:32 PM!!" says Catherwood, "mcndrws should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as mcndrws enters and sits on the couch.
PorgyTireBiter: put your mucklucks near the fire
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Hal O'Dali in through the front door at 2:33 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Merlyn: hey new people
PorgyTireBiter: welcome to the old same place
Hal O'Dali: Hey! Just wanted to check in before the Memorial chat.
PorgyTireBiter: kewl..its working
Hal O'Dali: I'll be back for the chat! Bless you all!!!
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'Billbobagns', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 2:36 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
||||||||| Hal O'Dali is thrown out the window just as the clock strikes 2:36 PM.
||||||||| mcndrws departs at 2:36 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
||||||||| mcndrws tiptoes in around 2:37 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident."
Merlyn: billville toboggans?
PorgyTireBiter: the auditorium is soundproof ..what ?..huh
Billbobagns: Billbobagns alias Bill Bo Baggins
Merlyn: the other rooms have different rules about which text is shown
Billbobagns: but shorter
Merlyn: they're in case we have a HUGE number of people and we want to elimate chatter
Merlyn: only people with red names are heard in the auditorium
Billbobagns: Well gather in everyone. stay on camera
Merlyn: "inferior people should not be employed"
PorgyTireBiter: consciously plays «» «» Firesign Theatre (Dear Friends Episodes White La) - I Could Always Shoot Him With The Camera
Billbobagns: I've never gone this fast before. who are us?
Billbobagns: Is there 5 guys, inlcuding me logged on live chat right now?
PorgyTireBiter: we were small angry men
Merlyn: yes, names at the top
Billbobagns: Oh I get it
PorgyTireBiter: who am us ,anyway
Billbobagns: Let's see, there's principle poop, and you, AND ME
PorgyTireBiter: nancy nancy nancy
||||||||| At 2:42 PM, mcndrws vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
Merlyn: hey billbo, you're near my sister, she lives in Tucson
Merlyn: so stay away from my seester!
PorgyTireBiter: hahaha
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "2:57 PM and late as usual, it's abstract, just back from Funfun Town."
abstract: thinking of Peter, and will come back for the 7 pm memorial chat!
||||||||| 2:59 PM: garissimo 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!"
||||||||| abstract departs at 2:59 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 3 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Merlyn: ok, see you
||||||||| It's 3:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| garissimo - dead from measles
 ||||||||| puppet guy - dead from the fiddlers
 ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Merlyn: dropping like flies, but it's OK, we won't weigh 'em
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Klone close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 3:18 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the Aviary.
Merlyn: hey there
||||||||| It's 3:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| PorgyTireBiter - dead from the yaws
 ||||||||| Billbobagns - dead from measles
 ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Outside, the 3:36 PM crosstown bus from Elmertown pulls away, leaving hagen coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Merlyn: hello there
||||||||| It's 3:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Klone - dead from measles
 ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and announces "Presenting 'daveshep', just granted probation at 3:40 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Merlyn: hi
Merlyn: follow the yellow line and type in the box at the bottom
||||||||| Principalpoop enters at 3:42 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and dashes off to the Chapeau Manger.
Merlyn: Hey pp
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "3:45 PM and late as usual, it's annd, just back from Seattle."
Merlyn: annd?
||||||||| It's 3:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Principalpoop - dead from the common cold
 ||||||||| daveshep - dead from the common cold
 ||||||||| hagen - dead from intense demonic possession
 ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| russ enters at 3:55 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and dashes off to the Hat Pack Annex.
Merlyn: anyone else really on?
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 4 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and pipes up "Presenting 'Bronx Listener', just granted probation at 4:13 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Bronx Listener: I need parole
Merlyn: how about a pascone?
||||||||| UncleRoy enters at 4:22 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Hat Pack Annex.
Merlyn: hi unc
||||||||| It's 4:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Bronx Listener - dead from the yaws
 ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| UncleRoy departs at 4:27 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "4:27 PM and late as usual, it's UncleRoy, just back from Pennsylvania."
UncleRoy: This place is eerily quiet.
Merlyn: whoa, Pennsylvania and back eh?
Merlyn: we're quietly eerie
||||||||| Bronx Listener enters at 4:29 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and hurries off to the Haberdashery Barn.
UncleRoy: I was doing the time warp.
Merlyn: what does the Bronx sound like today?
||||||||| At 4:30 PM, UncleRoy hurries out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
Bronx Listener: The Bronx always sounds the same
Merlyn: if someone washes their clothes with Cheer in the Bronx, does it smell like raspberries?
||||||||| It's 4:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Bronx Listener - dead from Globner's disease
 ||||||||| annd - dead from pneumonia
 ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
: It looks like blueberries
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "4:42 PM and late as usual, it's Bronx Listener, just back from Elmertown."
||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and Flotsam gets out at 4:48 PM.
Merlyn: hey
Merlyn: bronx, you seem to get goofed up and your name removed
||||||||| It's 4:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Bronx Listener - dead from intense demonic possession
 ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and intones "Announcing 'Bronx Listener', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 4:55 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room...
Merlyn: back again
Bronx Listener: Merlyn, you're just jealous of my power
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 5 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Merlyn: true
Bronx Listener: Honesty is a policy
Merlyn: But deputy dan has no friends
Bronx Listener: why would he
Merlyn: Even I know enough Spanish to know that
||||||||| It's 5:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| russ - dead from dengue fever
 ||||||||| Flotsam - dead from dengue fever
 ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Bronx Listener: Is it 7:00 yet!
Merlyn: Catherwood, what time is it?
||||||||| Catherwood says "It's 5:11 PM, on the dot!"
Merlyn: about 2 hours yet
Bronx Listener: where?
Merlyn: 7 PM Eastern time
Merlyn: Isn't it a bit past 5 where you are?
Bronx Listener: twice a day
Merlyn: well like I said, two more hours or so
Merlyn: it will be one hour away once
Bronx Listener: Do I have to wait?
Merlyn: we can chat, but it might get a bit dull at times
Merlyn: the chat room is nearly always open except about 4:30 AM for a few seconds
||||||||| 5:18 PM: Bambi 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!"
Bronx Listener: the chat room is nearly always open for a few seconds ( except about 4:30 AM)
Merlyn: Hey Bambi!
Merlyn: Catherwood, please get the hors d'oeuvres
||||||||| Catherwood gets the hors d'oeuvres.
Bronx Listener: Are they gluten-free?
Merlyn: No fare for anybody for this fare!
Bambi: howdy :-)(
Bambi: during our http://www.CNIRadio.com JimmyLee and Bambi Show tonight, we will be talking about Peter Bergman and Firesign Theatre. Will try to stay in chat here but not sure how much i can be here during the time we are actually talking
Merlyn: ok bambi
Bambi: yummm love hors d'oeuvres
Merlyn: you can just talk since people will be listening
Bambi: as we were talking about earlier
||||||||| New CNI streaming notice: 'Peter Bergman and Firesign at 7 PM on CNI radio'
Bambi: not playing any pieces during the show since this is a news and information show of course
Bambi: cool :-)
||||||||| New CNI streaming notice: 'Peter Bergman and Firesign at 7 PM on '
Merlyn: clean it up a bit
Bambi: we will start out with talking about that and then move on to other news :-)
Bambi: but wanted to have discussion about Peter and Firesign Theatre first on the show
Bambi: looking good Merlyn
Bambi: ok back to work for the show
Bambi: will stay here
Bambi: though
Merlyn: ok
||||||||| Catherwood says "5:32 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Bronx Listener by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
||||||||| Outside, the 5:42 PM uptown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving Bronx Listener coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Merlyn sings "I was born to be a travellin' man"
||||||||| Catherwood leads the Fool on the Hill into the room, accepts a wooden nickel as a gratuity, mumbles something about 5:48 PM, then departs.
Merlyn: hey fool
Bronx Listener: Is it still 5:48?
Merlyn: The time is 5:59 PM
Bronx Listener: Got it
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 6 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Merlyn: one hour to go, and hold the anchovies
||||||||| Outside, the 6:01 PM crosstown bus from New York pulls away, leaving InTheWood coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Merlyn: hey woody
InTheWood: a sad day.
Merlyn: yep
InTheWood: Mind blowing. I was listening to his wit and wisdom in his Radio Free Oz podcasts, right up to the end.
Bronx Listener: It forced me to get out my old LPs
||||||||| Catherwood ushers R.Clem inside, makes a note of the time (6:07 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Merlyn: hi R.Clem
InTheWood: Indeed. All right then, I've got this working. I'll be back, waiting in the sitting room, in an hour.
R.Clem: Hi ya
||||||||| InTheWood leaves at 6:09 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: ok later wood
||||||||| It's 6:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| the Fool on the Hill - dead from measles
 ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood walks up and intones "Presenting 'blockdog', just granted probation at 6:17 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Merlyn: hey blockdog
||||||||| Outside, the 6:18 PM downtown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving ah,clem coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Merlyn: ah, clem finally
Merlyn: set up for later?
Bambi: hey Clem
Merlyn: or are you another clem?
Bambi: ah, yes, ah, clem is here :-)
Merlyn: Nino still has trouble with you, I fixed him for most other people
R.Clem: Why does the porridge bird?
Bambi: yeah, well I like being from all over the place ...it's about the only travel we get these days lol
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 6:20 PM, dragging Fonda Titz by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Yahoo ™?"
Merlyn: the porridge bird is bird-doggin it
Bambi: wow, parts unknown this time
Bambi: often from places like China, NJ and other places
Merlyn: Catherwood, give Fonda Titz some Booby Chew
||||||||| Catherwood gives fonda titz some booby chew.
ah,clem: guts in a cup, yum
Bambi: lol
||||||||| Catherwood leads Bill into the room, accepts an I.O.U. as a gratuity, mumbles something about 6:22 PM, then departs.
||||||||| Catherwood enters with crackerjackbox close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 6:23 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the sitting room.
||||||||| 6:23 PM: AhClem 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!"
Bill: I got three kids.. named Bill, Bill, Bill
Merlyn: Bill and Backjox
ah,clem: we will be on air live, but doing a tech show tonight at CNI
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 6:23 PM, dragging Andy by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yo-yo?"
Merlyn: I like the middle one
Bambi: can we be Anytown, VA, USA Merlyn?
Bill: where's my free double drink?
Andy: More wine!
crackerjackbox: All right Nancy I understand...Sign here...
Fonda Titz: Booby Chew from director Wm. Dear
Bambi: domestic or imported?
Bill: More sugar!
Merlyn: a bit chancy to kluge up Bambi, if people are logging in and out
ah,clem: where are these clem clones coming from?
Merlyn: ask Nino
crackerjackbox: just a second danger...what about my pickle?...
Merlyn: Morgan Hill, California
Merlyn: or around there
Bill: extra straws... good ol' Mickey... made drinking easy.
||||||||| "6:25 PM? 6:25 PM!!" says Catherwood, "soylentia should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as soylentia enters and sits on the divan.
soylentia waves
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 6:26 PM, dragging thedoge by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this web surfer?"
Bambi: Or in the same format Anytown, Virginia, USA
Bambi: l
Bambi: lol
Bambi: or forget the USA
crackerjackbox: ...What's all this Bru-Ha-ha...? ....Dry your muck lucs by the fire....
Bronx Listener: Time, gentlemen, time
Bill: Curio, Arizona?
Bambi: what time is it Catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood says "It's 6:28 PM"
Merlyn: acutally Bambi, I'll change ALL unknowns to Anytown, USA
Merlyn: like they SHOULD be
Merlyn: of course
thedoge: Or maybe Billville
Merlyn: You still don't get a dot, but it's changed now
Bill: near the corner of Bill Street and Bill.
Bambi: or DogTown
Bambi: or DogStreet, Virginia
Bambi: ol
Bill: eat flaming death, fascist media pigs.
Bambi: they call duke of Gloucester dog street in williamsburg, va
thedoge: "Oh, Afghanistan...:"
Bambi: I think
Bambi: ah,clem am I remembering right?
||||||||| Nancy enters at 6:30 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Chapeau Manger.
||||||||| porgy steals in around 6:30 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident."
ah,clem: yes
Bill: Honey, where's the dead cat?
Merlyn: Betty Jo!
Merlyn: and porgy, you old tirebiter
||||||||| Catherwood escorts goodirishstock in through the front door at 6:31 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "6:31 PM and late as usual, it's Crumrinde, just back from Hellmouth."
Merlyn: anyone who can't figure it out, type in the text box at the bottom of your window and press return
thedoge: PB's demise did motivate me to get back to digitizing my tapes of the "Dear Friends" show, though
Merlyn: turning comedy bits into comedy bytes
thedoge: Eight episodes down, four more to go
||||||||| At 6:32 PM, Nancy vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
Crumrinde: Ides of march can't see too well these days but what they can see, they don't much care for.
Bill: uh... lumber executive.
thedoge: Five if you count the National Surrealist Light People's Party election special
porgy: bits bits sex and wives ..... cant type
thedoge: Merlyn: and then into CDs
Merlyn: Nancy took the time machine again
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and intones "Announcing 'Beau Beau Kitty', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 6:33 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom...
||||||||| 6:33 PM: bix313 jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
Merlyn: bits bits sex and wives, how many were going to St. Ives?
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 6:33 PM and Betty Jo sashays out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Bill: did anyone invite Hideo Gump?
porgy: yes
Merlyn: would not surprise me
Crumrinde: Catherwood, my androgynous whig, if you will be so kind
||||||||| Catherwood ignores Crumrinde
Merlyn: chatting from coast to coast, from Bangor all the way to mighty Maine
porgy: more tea
Merlyn: Oh Catherwood, give Crumrinde his crummy old wig
||||||||| Catherwood gives crumrinde his crummy old wig.
Merlyn: and give porgy more tea Catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood gets porgy more tea.
thedoge: far out Catherwood, just roll a couple of bombers and leave them on the side table
||||||||| Catherwood fars out just roll a couple of bombers and leave them on the side table.
Merlyn: thank you, catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood answers "It was a pleasure to serve you..."
Bill: flushing, blushing and shortness of pants
porgy: cook cook achooo
||||||||| Betty Jo departs at 6:36 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
Merlyn: don't sneeze in the food
Bill: Please remind the punching people out there that ls aren't 1s and Os aren't 0s
porgy: and there came unto them phillup called punter
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Art Holeflaffer inside, makes a note of the time (6:37 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Merlyn: are they punching the wrong puns?
thedoge: Sneeze? Gesundhiet Dankeschoen, the ship's Prussian Captain!
Merlyn: Art, dig me a hole that's deep enough
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and pipes up "Presenting 'cease', just granted probation at 6:38 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
cease: wow. a full house.
Merlyn: pentacles wild
cease: i wish it were some other reason
Merlyn: yeah, for sure
cease: i just posted a photo of peter and me on facebook, along with a transcript of bergman's electrician dream from 1967
Bill: I need some french fried chicken fingers.
Merlyn: I knew this day would come sometime though, cat
cease: was this happening yesterday? i was out of the country.
Art Holeflaffer: I see a couple of Clems here. I always used the nick Uh Clem on chat boards
Bill: but there's soap in the soapdish.
||||||||| It's 6:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| AhClem - dead from intense demonic possession
 ||||||||| Fonda Titz - dead from jaundice
 ||||||||| blockdog - dead from The Plague
 ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
thedoge: Is that 7 PM EST? Can somebody ask Dr. Technical?
Bambi: wow, sure is
||||||||| ambientdreamer steals in around 6:40 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident."
cease: how long has this chat been doing on?
Merlyn: it's 7 PM Eastern doge
Bambi: ah,clem is always ah,clem LOL
Merlyn: 20 minutes into the future
porgy: dead from guarnica
||||||||| Catherwood leads albeitcrazy in through the front door at 6:40 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Bambi: yep sure is Merlyn
Merlyn: I've been here pretty much all day cat, but not much until the last half hour
cease: i just noticed your post about this, merl
cease: was there a chat yesterday?
cease: i wish i could post some audio
Bill: .....
Merlyn: I sent out email, but I think we hit the daily limit and it didn't make it out
cease: i got back to vancouver late last night
Art Holeflaffer: Did the group get a Grammy for Give me Immortality or Give Me Death?
Merlyn: there was a small impromptu chat yesterday, yes
cease: unfortunately, no, art
Bill: I should be in porno... that's where all the money is.
Bambi: we are going to be talking a bit about Peter Bergman and Firesign Theatre during our JimmyLee and Bambi Show on http://www.cniradio.com as Merlyn mentioned
Merlyn: always a bridesmaid of Firesign when it comes to grammys
cease: is that today, bambi?
Bambi: it's the first thing we will cover tonight
Bill: whatever...
cease: the firesign are way to smart for any of their judges
||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and Player plummets into the garden at 6:43 PM.
||||||||| lee harvey enters at 6:43 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and hurries off to the Haberdashery Barn.
Bambi: yes, at 7pm ET
Bambi: in 20 min approx
cease: ok bambi. how are you and ah clem these days?
Merlyn: for about how long, Bambi?
Bill: what time is the Swiss picnic?
Bambi: hard to say
Merlyn: ok
cease: it's ridiculous, waking up and no longer having the firesign theatre to look forward to.
Art Holeflaffer: back in about 20 minutes
||||||||| Art Holeflaffer departs at 6:44 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
cease: that is utterly fucked
Merlyn: if you end Firesign stuff, I can put up a link to some youtube things and we can synchronize watching
Bambi: it's certainly very sad
Merlyn: yep, finally broke the set cat
ah,clem: yes.
Bambi: heart goes out to all the guys and their families
Bambi: has to be very hard on all of them
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies boatini into the room, accepts a wooden nickel as a gratuity, mutters something about 6:44 PM, then departs.
Bill: definitely
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and announces "Announcing 'wowspring', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 6:45 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room...
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Tarla into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, grumbles something about 6:45 PM, then departs.
Beau Beau Kitty: I was told there'd be food here! I'm outa here ...
Bambi: they have been together longer than many people these days have even been married
Merlyn: Tarla, you really in New Zealand?
Bill: I owe a lot of people alot of money for a lot of airports
Merlyn: They've been together longer than THEY'VE been married
Bambi: Catherwood, please pass some food
||||||||| Catherwood walks alongside Bambi and yells "Stop typing gibberish, Bambi!"
Tarla: I've been listening to them longer than most people have been married.
Bambi: ok, Catherwood, please pour our favorite drinks and some chips, salsa
||||||||| Catherwood gives our favorite drinks and some chips salsa.
Merlyn: Catherwood, give people some hot cheese logs
||||||||| Catherwood gets people some hot cheese logs.
Bambi: your favorite drinks too lol
Merlyn: use your napkins
Bill: entrenching tools?
wowspring: My sadness from yesterday afternoon and hearing the news has turned to numbness
cease: tarla, i've been married for 37 years, firesign fan since 67
Bambi: I hear ya wowspring
||||||||| Catherwood ushers egbokalaka inside, makes a note of the time (6:48 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
cease: oo, drinks!
Bill: excuse me, is this your bar of soap?
Merlyn: No, it's the elevator boy's
thedoge: Just as we suspected...
Bambi: ah, yes...
||||||||| wowspring leaves to catch the 6:49 PM train to Billville.
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Yowzer inside, makes a note of the time (6:49 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Bill: take her away for re-grooving.
cease: i'm glad this chat is here for us now
Yowzer: Sad about yesterday
||||||||| 6:49 PM: newport jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!"
cease: this is the first time chat has been filled with non regulars
cease: for the obvious fucked up reason
Tarla: Me too, Yowser. Feels like a part of my youth has disappeared.
Yowzer: Found the link on FB
||||||||| Catherwood escorts DaSchnifter inside, makes a note of the time (6:50 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
||||||||| Catherwood ushers poplust into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, mumbles something about 6:50 PM, then departs.
egbokalaka: yep
Yowzer: dammit
||||||||| MudheadMontreal bounds in at 6:50 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
porgy: yha
soylentia: I've been highly irregular, but wish the reason I'm here, wasn't
poplust: hello? check... check...
Merlyn: yeah, I've been dreading a day like this for over 10 years
poplust: hey! it worked!
cease: only your youth? i think listening to the firesign theatre takes a lifetime
poplust: hello, fellow super sad fireheads!
poplust /
||||||||| 6:51 PM: Marla jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!"
cease: really, merl? you knew about bergman's health?
Yowzer: Yeah cease
MudheadMontreal: I see porgy got here ahead of me.
Tarla: They've been the thing that keeps me young.
DaSchnifter: Hello everybody, from the Tri-Color area.
ah,clem: can't chat and stream I guess, will look at log later, so sad about Peter.
thedoge: Was just thinking the other day that there hadn't been a FT album in a couple of years
Tarla: Now, I'm wrinkling up at an alarming state.
||||||||| ah,clem leaves at 6:52 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..."
porgy: oh wwll
||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and Arjunakat falls out at 6:52 PM.
Yowzer: It has warped my life
Merlyn: no cat, it's just that I figured I'd still be doing the website when the first of them died
cease: i remember when ossman nearly died. we were in a room talking about that with proctor and bergman in that seattle hotel, remember, merl?
Bambi: had to move to 30 sec refresh
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Groat into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, grumbles something about 6:53 PM, then departs.
cease: really, merl? i never expected any of them to die before me
Merlyn: Bergman learned he had leukemia back in September, I think
||||||||| Catherwood ushers John Tabacco into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 6:53 PM, then departs.
Marla: Hey. . . I've love you guys for 25=
Merlyn: yeah, cat
Yowzer: that was fast
Bambi: Clem had to leave for now; our stream is suffering from too much realtime stuff going on
cease: they talked about getting another actor to filll in for ossman. i dont think anyone could fill in for bergman
Merlyn: had that balloon in the arteries treatment
Tarla: I can still remember the first time I heard them on the radio...Sunday nights, it was the most wonderful thing ever.
thedoge: Glad to hear the stream isn't supposed to sound like that
Yowzer: nice final radio oz words
||||||||| 6:53 PM: ah,clem jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!"
thedoge: I thought maybe the drugs had just kicked in
ah,clem: there we go
cease: you heard them in la, tarla?
||||||||| At 6:54 PM, porgy dashes out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
DaSchnifter: I heard about the news rather early yesterday morning. Was saddened beyond words. I only met Peter twice but we'd been in touch via our radio station. I managed to hold it together through work and my radio show but when I got home and listened to Peter's final RFO signoff, I lost it.
ah,clem: you went to 30 sec refresh too ah,clem?
Tarla: In Phoenix
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "6:54 PM and late as usual, it's Open_Your_Gate_Doctor, just back from Hellmouth."
cease: with the firesign theatre, the drugs ALWAYS kick in
Tarla: I also saw them in "
Tarla: saw them in concert there in the early 70's
||||||||| It's 6:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Andy - dead from measles
 ||||||||| goodirishstock - dead from The Plague
 ||||||||| Crumrinde - dead from the fiddlers
 ||||||||| Beau Beau Kitty - dead from pneumonia
 ||||||||| bix313 - dead from the common cold
 ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
MudheadMontreal: the stream (music right now( sounds choppy - unless they're playing in some odd time signature
cease: a phoenix radio station played them on sunday nights? just like la
ah,clem: wow, there were a few with various plagues...
||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and porgy disembarks at 6:55 PM.
Merlyn: yeah, but it wasn't choppy a min ago, mudhead
||||||||| Catherwood leads Philbert into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, grumbles something about 6:55 PM, then departs.
Merlyn: dunno watts happening
cease: mudhead, you're in montreal?
||||||||| Open_Your_Gate_Doctor is kicked out just as the clock strikes 6:55 PM.
MudheadMontreal: heavy server load I guess
MudheadMontreal: yes I am
cease: you're a different mudhead from the one who used to be on chat
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies NO_anchovies inside, makes a note of the time (6:55 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
ah,clem: is it ok now?
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Hal O'Dali in through the front door at 6:56 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Merlyn: you the artist Philbert?
MudheadMontreal: hence I added the city
Bill: I'm enjoying reading your reflections and memories.
cease: no i recognize.
DaSchnifter: Yeah, the music sounds choppy and skippy to me, but then I buy CDs that sound like this on purpose
MudheadMontreal: figured other mudheads might precede me
NO_anchovies: just kidding folks, or as Nino would say: "that was me, Kiddo..."
cease: from the underground comic? wow
Merlyn: Nino knows where you live, Mudhead
Philbert: Nope. Just another Phil.
Yowzer: FMU has a bunch of playlists up, they stream fine
Tarla: It was a fantastic show. Their timing was impeccable, and there was just one guy who yelled out "Fuck you!" in the Principal Pooper sketch.
poplust: i cn't hear nuttin'
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 6:57 PM, dragging InTheWood by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this idiot?"
poplust: hmmm....
cease: yet another bergman fan
NO_anchovies: now THIS is starting to look like a Wake...
MudheadMontreal: there goes the stream :-(
DaSchnifter: Hal O'Dali: Been enjoying your artwork. Great stuff!
Merlyn: poplust, load the link near the top of the page that says CNI Radio
Hal O'Dali: Yeah, it's me, Philbert, or Phil Fountain,,,
MudheadMontreal: rebuffering...
cease: radio before bergman: nutting
John Tabacco: That skipping sounds like a problem with the server or the audio converter. What's up?
poplust: gotcha
cease: what better place for a wake?
||||||||| At 6:58 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, poplust!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
cease: hi phil
Merlyn: are we overloading it?
||||||||| Catherwood enters with RalphSpoilsport close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 6:58 PM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the anteroom.
porgy: cromium switch here
cease: you must have spoken to bergman shortly before his death, phil
||||||||| Outside, the 6:58 PM bus from Oregon pulls away, leaving CeeJayHey coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
MudheadMontreal: the time of day also has something to do with it
||||||||| Catherwood escorts RSpoilsport inside, makes a note of the time (6:58 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
RalphSpoilsport: Good evening, friends!
thedoge: where's doc technical when you need him?
cease: porgy, are you tom?
Tarla: standing on his head.
cease: ralph, still seling fords in the afterlife?
soylentia: comparing notes with others, apparently many of my friends also took part in informal readings, especially Nick Danger
porgy: no
: hmmmmmmmm........
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Benton in through the front door at 6:59 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
||||||||| Catherwood enters with poplust close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 6:59 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the sitting room.
RalphSpoilsport: Gotta move these Demons!
Merlyn: I'm pretty sure Tom O isn't here
Hal O'Dali: Yes, I spoke with Pete on Wednesday. Like always, he spoke of the future,
Merlyn: uh oh, lost a name
cease: i think doc tech will be here later?
egbokalaka: I'm getting nothing at that URL - quicktime loads, but no sound
Yowzer: this stream if messed UP!!!
John Tabacco: Rebuffering..
Bill: ....
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 7 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
cease: where's ma lust?
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "7:00 PM and late as usual, it's Beau Beau Kitty, just back from Funfun Town."
Merlyn: maybe cat, I don't know
Tarla: I transcribed the entirety of Bozos for analysis in my comedic writing class.
||||||||| At 7:00 PM, RSpoilsport vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Jeree in through the front door at 7:00 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
poplust: spinni' thingy makin' me dizzy
cease: hello kitty. i'm cat
John Tabacco: ITunes seems to work. Not Quicktime on my end.
cease: you teach comedy, tarla?
RalphSpoilsport: No, I'm here... just temporarily lost... my mind.
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Pastor Flash into the room, accepts an I.O.U. as a gratuity, mumbles something about 7:00 PM, then departs.
CeeJayHey: But, quid maulbug inplane'o
Bill: the cat is in the soap...
MudheadMontreal: Itunes is skippy on my end
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 7:00 PM and Art Holeflaffer sashays out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Tarla: No, I just took the class and that was my project.
||||||||| 7:01 PM: ssolxy jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
thedoge: Same with iTunes here in St. Louis
Yowzer: Dammit!
||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and wowspring disembarks at 7:01 PM.
||||||||| Catherwood ushers JMan inside, makes a note of the time (7:01 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
||||||||| Catherwood ushers BloodyL into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mutters something about 7:01 PM, then departs.
RalphSpoilsport: Yikes!
Beau Beau Kitty: Finally, food!
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies TheSpartanCrow inside, makes a note of the time (7:01 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
DaSchnifter: I loaded the URL in VLC and it plays much better.
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting '6th Meal', just granted probation at 7:01 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
soylentia: lots of rebuffering, itunes here too
RalphSpoilsport: More sugar!
cease: is it leg of the crow?
||||||||| 7:01 PM: Jubal jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!"
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 7:01 PM, dragging Unclaimed Mysteries by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yahoo?"
Marla: hello?
MudheadMontreal: same here at More Science HIgh
Yowzer: Hi Marla
||||||||| Catherwood leads JMan in through the front door at 7:02 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Tarla: groat clusters for me, please.
InTheWood: Does anyone else have Duke of Madness?
cease: i have never seen so many irregulars here
Hal O'Dali: Yeah, iTunes is choppy for me as well
cease: i have duke
RalphSpoilsport: What's this about iTunes... can we log on there, too?
||||||||| 7:02 PM: Tweeny jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!"
poplust: me 2
Merlyn: VLC is choppy for me
NO_anchovies: who's Lee?
ambientdreamer: me too
Art Holeflaffer: Me too
BloodyL: Hello all.
Hal O'Dali: click the CNI Radio link, Ralph
InTheWood: Duke of Madness radio sessions - let's talk about 'em!
thedoge: the stream is an .m3u flle, opens in iTunes by default
cease: actually i have a vast collection of firesign goodies. there will be no more, alas
Jeree: Hello Hall
||||||||| Outside, the 7:03 PM uptown bus from Austin pulls away, leaving Tweeny coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Merlyn: I have DOMM also. Hi BloodyL
||||||||| CJ steals in around 7:03 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last month's "unpleasant incident."
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "7:03 PM and late as usual, it's shepatw, just back from Hellmouth."
thedoge: But it sounds like the problem is on the server end
John Tabacco: Can't seem to handle the volume of listeners?
cease: hi tween
||||||||| Catherwood walks up and announces "Presenting 'CJ', just granted probation at 7:03 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
poplust (
||||||||| "7:03 PM? 7:03 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Gov'tTweeny should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Gov'tTweeny enters and sits at the bar.
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 7:03 PM and JMan bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Tarla: The ads were the best. I remember one for tampons, in Moon Maiden, and Stuck Pig sizes.
Merlyn: maybe John
||||||||| 7:03 PM: DJ MJD 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!"
cease: this sounds like firesign radio deconstruction
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 7:03 PM and shepatw waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
: Hello, Dear Friends
||||||||| "7:04 PM? 7:04 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Jimmy should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Jimmy enters and sits on the couch.
NO_anchovies: Catherwood, give Lee Harvey an enema.
||||||||| Catherwood brings lee harvey an enema.
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "7:04 PM and late as usual, it's CJ, just back from Hellmouth."
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 7:04 PM and CJ waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
RalphSpoilsport: Which section is the CNI link?
||||||||| CJ steals in around 7:04 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident."
Merlyn: Hi hasnoname
||||||||| CJ enters at 7:04 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Chapeau Manger.
Merlyn: Ralph, it the top of the screen, the CNI Radio link
cease: has no name? i remember that monniker
InTheWood: Here we all are, in chaos. PB would approve!
egbokalaka: that worked
||||||||| Outside, the 7:04 PM downtown bus from Los Angeles pulls away, leaving DJ MJD coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
||||||||| 7:04 PM: DanDan 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!"
Merlyn: Same as this link: http://www.cniradio.com/cniradio.m3u
cease: true, wood
||||||||| Catherwood leads toddaway in through the front door at 7:04 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 7:04 PM and JMan steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
||||||||| Catherwood ushers DanDan68 inside, makes a note of the time (7:05 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
RalphSpoilsport: Got it, thanks!
||||||||| kestrel74 sashays in at 7:05 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
||||||||| "7:05 PM? 7:05 PM!!" says Catherwood, "seeker should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as seeker enters and sits on the divan.
||||||||| E. L. Mouse tiptoes in around 7:05 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last month's "unpleasant incident."
egbokalaka: Choppy audio actually sounds firesignesque
||||||||| 7:05 PM: toddaway jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!"
RalphSpoilsport: And it IS a bit choppy, but as they say in the 21st Century, "Whatever"!
||||||||| Catherwood enters with toddaway close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 7:05 PM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the vestibule.
Pastor Flash: are we sitting here in the waiting room, or waiting here in the sitting room?
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Patricia McFarland in through the front door at 7:05 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Tarla: Best wishes to all, and I'm sorry for the loss of someone we all seemed to enjoy and admire. I can't handle the feed any more, but I wish you all the best.
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 7:05 PM and kestrel74 bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 7:06 PM, dragging Andy by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yahoo?"
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and intones "Presenting 'Patricia', just granted probation at 7:06 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and E. L. Mouse plummets into the garden at 7:06 PM.
MudheadMontreal: I'm rooming here for the time being.
porgy: as a ull ed of air
||||||||| earldaley tiptoes in around 7:06 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
cease: el mouse, the name of austin's beetle
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "7:06 PM and late as usual, it's E. L. Mouse , just back from Funfun Town."
||||||||| Catherwood enters with earldaley close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 7:06 PM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the anteroom.
||||||||| Andy enters at 7:06 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and dashes off to the Chapeau Manger.
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and intones "Presenting 'Andy', just granted probation at 7:06 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
||||||||| "7:06 PM? 7:06 PM!!" says Catherwood, "E. L. Mouse should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as E. L. Mouse enters and sits in front of the fireplace.
cease: patricia, bergmans ex? mother of his daughter?
: Hey Muddy, haven't heard from you in a while
||||||||| 7:06 PM: E. L. Mouse jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!"
thedoge: FYI the radio interviews I did with PP and PB are still available at iTunes; just search on "stage left podcast"
||||||||| Catherwood enters with E. L. Mouse close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 7:07 PM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the Aviary.
cease: earl jibe?
NO_anchovies: what? did he junk "Speedy Gonzalez"?
egbokalaka: weird effect
||||||||| Outside, the 7:07 PM uptown bus from Hellmouth pulls away, leaving E. L. Mouse coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Yowzer: It's like a fractured family gathering
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "7:07 PM and late as usual, it's nancy, just back from Funfun Town."
||||||||| Outside, the 7:07 PM bus from Elmertown pulls away, leaving E. L. Mouse coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "7:07 PM and late as usual, it's elpoptart, just back from Elmertown."
||||||||| kestrel74 bounds in at 7:07 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
InTheWood: Are we NYC area only, or worldwide?
||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and E. L. Mouse falls out at 7:07 PM.
Yowzer: Brooklyn here
CeeJayHey: Follow the yellow rubber line
||||||||| "7:07 PM? 7:07 PM!!" says Catherwood, "E. L. Mouse should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as E. L. Mouse enters and sits in front of the fireplace.
Merlyn: worldwide Wood, check the Nino link
cease: a lot of people are here
||||||||| ambientdreamer leaves at 7:07 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..."
Yowzer: Please keep your jhands to yourself
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 7:08 PM and roxtar sashays out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Arjunakat: icrophone...orking?
egbokalaka: condolences to peter bergman's family and friends.
InTheWood: Inwood - get it?...
Art Holeflaffer: Is the feed choppy for everyone? Or is it me? Be nice...
soylentia: well, I handed the chat link to some geeks from OWS, so pretty global today
Bronx Listener: Boston via the Bronx
cease: ah clem sounds oddly chopped up
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and announces "Announcing 'ambientdreamer', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 7:08 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
||||||||| Catherwood enters with kestrel74 close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 7:08 PM tree-stunting plans, and hurries off to the sitting room.
CeeJayHey: Peter was so kind to us
||||||||| Catherwood enters with catherworth close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 7:08 PM tree-stunting plans, and hurries off to the anteroom.
||||||||| ambientdreamer steps in at 7:08 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and announces "Announcing 'toddaway', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 7:08 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room...
||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and residualecho falls out at 7:08 PM.
Merlyn: yes cat
||||||||| JMan sashays in at 7:08 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
poplust: burp
cease: yes, has anyone contacted pete's daughter?
egbokalaka: yes - choppy, but down now
poplust: excuse me
NO_anchovies: Hey Cease, howz the weather in BC?
CeeJayHey: Rodger, that
Merlyn: cat, she was in some of the email exchanges
cease: wet and cold, typical
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 7:09 PM, dragging kestrel74 by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yo-yo?"
RalphSpoilsport: Aha! CNI is down for the count.
||||||||| nickie nick enters at 7:09 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and scurries off to the Hat Pack Annex.
||||||||| lfjones waltzes in at 7:09 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
||||||||| residualecho waltzes in at 7:09 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
||||||||| "7:09 PM? 7:09 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Johnny Piano should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Johnny Piano enters and sits on the couch.
egbokalaka: waiting for the electrician was the first album I heard
InTheWood: Sorry- my laptop is an antique-I'm on my texto-phone.-
cease: hi johnny
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Alan Gross close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 7:09 PM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the Aviary.
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Johnny Piano close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 7:09 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the Aviary.
||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and baron falls out at 7:09 PM.
||||||||| Outside, the 7:09 PM bus from Gilbert pulls away, leaving boazo coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
NO_anchovies: well, at least tomorrow we get back the hour-hour.
||||||||| 7:10 PM: kestrel74 jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and stslade gets out at 7:10 PM.
||||||||| 7:10 PM: Alan Gross jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!"
Pastor Flash: I've been a fan ever since waiting for the electrician
RalphSpoilsport: Oops.. CNI is back. Just who am us, anyway?
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'stslade', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 7:10 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room...
||||||||| boazo enters at 7:10 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and hurries off to the Chapeau Manger.
CeeJayHey: Oh, this is really keen!
||||||||| Catherwood escorts baron in through the front door at 7:10 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
||||||||| Outside, the 7:10 PM crosstown bus from Illinois pulls away, leaving Johnny Piano coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
soylentia: very choppy audio, wish I could hear better, but am very glad to see so much renewed interest, hope y'all get rich
||||||||| "7:10 PM? 7:10 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Johnny Piano should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Johnny Piano enters and sits at the bar.
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 7:10 PM and roxtar sashays out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
||||||||| Catherwood leads saintslade in through the front door at 7:10 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
: Hey JP
||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and kestrel74 plummets into the garden at 7:11 PM.
NO_anchovies: & i still rank "Waiting 4th Electrician" rather high in the canon of works.
Merlyn: I think I heard them talking about switch some hardware
RalphSpoilsport: So... what happens?
Art Holeflaffer: Anyone here ever get to meet Peter at a FST concert?
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and intones "Presenting 'elpoptart', just granted probation at 7:11 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
||||||||| Johnny Piano waltzes in at 7:11 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Jeree: So sorry the Bergman is not here, I want to hear him rant NOW.
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 7:11 PM, dragging residualecho by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Firehead?"
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'Johnny Piano', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 7:11 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary...
||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and intones "Announcing 'Alan Gross', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 7:11 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom...
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Bunnyboy close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 7:11 PM tree-stunting plans, and hurries off to the sitting room.
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Alan Gross close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 7:11 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the anteroom.
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 7:11 PM, dragging Alan Gross by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yahoo?"
Yowzer: Nino the mind boggler is occult in my head
egbokalaka: better!
InTheWood: no concerts for us on the east coast...
||||||||| kestrel74 sneaks in around 7:12 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
cease: do you actually rate firesign albums, no?
NO_anchovies: was at last year's L.A. show. i got a pic posted somewheres... i'll try to find it.
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "7:12 PM and late as usual, it's Bunnyboy, just back from Funfun Town."
Arjunakat: ah, much better
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'Bunnyboy', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 7:12 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room...
cease: hi alan. just looking at you in a photo above my computer.
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "7:12 PM and late as usual, it's Bunnyboy, just back from Funfun Town."
||||||||| max47 tiptoes in around 7:12 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident."
Merlyn: Hey BunnyBoy
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies max47 in through the front door at 7:12 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
cease: you're sitting between ossman and bergman.
Hal O'Dali: Audio getting better!
cease: hi bun
cease: what happend to cni?
||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and max47 plummets into the garden at 7:12 PM.
||||||||| Bunnyboy enters at 7:13 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Haberdashery Barn.
Art Holeflaffer: I was out West in '09 for one of the Hollywood shows. Quite cool.
egbokalaka: who are you talking about?
||||||||| Bunnyboy tiptoes in around 7:13 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident."
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 7:13 PM and Bunnyboy sashays out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and Johnny Piano gets out at 7:13 PM.
egbokalaka: it's back and working
||||||||| Outside, the 7:13 PM uptown bus from Washington pulls away, leaving Bunnyboy coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
RalphSpoilsport: Same here. I can hear them now, but they're still talkin loud & sayin' nothion'!
NO_anchovies: hey Bun
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "7:13 PM and late as usual, it's residualecho, just back from Hellmouth."
||||||||| Catherwood leads Bunnyboy into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, mutters something about 7:13 PM, then departs.
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 7:13 PM and Orc bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
RalphSpoilsport: I mean Nothin!
||||||||| Catherwood walks up and pipes up "Presenting 'Brad Shaw', just granted probation at 7:13 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
||||||||| baron down sneaks in around 7:13 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last month's "unpleasant incident."
DaSchnifter: Sounds great now!
egbokalaka: Cool whizzy magic
Merlyn: OK, now the stream sounds good
||||||||| Outside, the 7:14 PM crosstown bus from Florida pulls away, leaving Orc coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Johnny Piano inside, makes a note of the time (7:14 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Merlyn: after switching away from Bambi and Clem
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 7:14 PM and Orc1 sashays out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
||||||||| Outside, the 7:14 PM downtown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving Bunnyboy coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
egbokalaka: what was that 2nd password?
||||||||| Catherwood leads Bunnyboy inside, makes a note of the time (7:14 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
||||||||| Outside, the 7:14 PM crosstown bus from Washington pulls away, leaving Bunnyboy coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'ErikM', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 7:14 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room...
egbokalaka: I tunnel into my home net for passwords
porgy: i liked it better choopy
cease: HI Nancy
egbokalaka: haha
||||||||| Catherwood leads residualecho in through the front door at 7:15 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Arjunakat: what exactly are we listening to, please?
soylentia: I'm confused by this broadcast, and not in the intriguingly fun way I've come to expect from FT
egbokalaka: this is hardcore geeky
Yowzer: The hell?
||||||||| Catherwood leads jahgust into the room, accepts a wooden nickel as a gratuity, grumbles something about 7:15 PM, then departs.
porgy: you say
||||||||| Catherwood walks up and pipes up "Presenting 'jahgust', just granted probation at 7:16 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
egbokalaka: I'm thinking they aren't in sync - this is IT chat
RalphSpoilsport: Yes. Unncecessary geek talk. Hello I must be going! Bye all!
Yowzer: My mind is getting boggled
cease: hi jah. interesting story to read about pete smoking a joint with bob marley
||||||||| Catherwood says "7:16 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs RalphSpoilsport by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
Merlyn: they aren't broadcasting a show at the moment, this is the default stream
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and pipes up "Presenting 'RalphSpoilsport', just granted probation at 7:16 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "7:16 PM and late as usual, it's RalphSpoilsport, just back from Billville."
cease: in the dangerous minds post today
||||||||| "7:16 PM? 7:16 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Bunnyboy should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Bunnyboy enters and sits on the couch.
egbokalaka: Sounds like Twit
cease: hiya friends
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 7:17 PM and Bunnyboy waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
egbokalaka: only geekier
||||||||| Outside, the 7:17 PM bus from Elmertown pulls away, leaving victork coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
||||||||| 7:17 PM: Bunnyboy jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!"
Merlyn: we COULD all listen to a youtube channel at the same time, lots of Firesign there
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Bunnyboy into the room, accepts a wooden nickel as a gratuity, mutters something about 7:17 PM, then departs.
egbokalaka: OTP, encryption
cease: i guess pete won't write his autobi as dangerous richared suggested, but it would be a great subject for someone to do
egbokalaka: the info might be useful for an adversary
egbokalaka: shutting it down
MudheadMontreal: I think the climate control is set to Land of the Geeks
Merlyn: Oh thank Grid
egbokalaka: foo
CeeJayHey: Radom cool zip
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and intones "Presenting 'Bunnyboy', just granted probation at 7:18 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
egbokalaka: it sucks about PB, am I right?
cease: i remember walking up to the top of the mountain in montreal and finding a couple of guys reciting 2 places. this was 71
||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and Orc plummets into the garden at 7:19 PM.
Hal O'Dali: Killing my Grid, verily
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'victork', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 7:19 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary...
Yowzer: Yeah ego
||||||||| 7:19 PM: motherjudge jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!"
||||||||| Catherwood leads victork inside, makes a note of the time (7:19 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Johnny Piano into the room, accepts a jar of pennies as a gratuity, mutters something about 7:19 PM, then departs.
||||||||| "7:19 PM? 7:19 PM!!" says Catherwood, "motherjudge should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as motherjudge enters and sits on the couch.
||||||||| "7:19 PM? 7:19 PM!!" says Catherwood, "victork should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as victork enters and sits in front of the fireplace.
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "7:19 PM and late as usual, it's motherjudge, just back from Albany."
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and announces "Announcing 'victork', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 7:19 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom...
Art Holeflaffer: I think we found a radio station just on the other end of the dashboard.
Yowzer: http://wfmu.org/playlists/FT
||||||||| Catherwood enters with jahgust close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 7:19 PM tree-stunting plans, and scurries off to the sitting room.
porgy: my gosh
||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'Bunnyboy', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 7:19 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
egbokalaka: I only saw them once live - Fighting Clowns of Hollywood in Santa Barbara
Pastor Flash: the ancient geeks ate their servants, we thorow away light bulbs
Yowzer: I think I'm still a little bit scared..of holes
Arjunakat: pluck the duck, this is no movie...
Hal O'Dali: Just obsolete The Grid yourself! Words to live by.
Art Holeflaffer: From the Book Of Holes?
Merlyn: The list of people got corrupted
Yowzer: It's just a hole on its side
cease: i regret not seeing them on their last tour.
NO_anchovies: here's a pic from last year's L.A. gig. http://xa.yimg.com/kq/groups/7401694/sn/1920882835/name/FT102210_02lo.jpg
Merlyn: me too cat
Yowzer: Nice pic
Merlyn: but you were closer
cease: thanks, no
Gov'tTweeny: kewl NA
||||||||| Catherwood enters with BbBoy close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 7:21 PM tree-stunting plans, and hurries off to the vestibule.
egbokalaka: And the grid sank into a foul industrial stew
||||||||| At 7:22 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, BbBoy!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
Alan Gross: Hi All! Is this thing on?
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and snorts derisively "Presenting 'BbBoy', just granted probation at 7:22 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
DaSchnifter: Here's Firesign live on KBOO Radio last Dec.: http://kboo.fm/node/32550
egbokalaka: burn your bridges, cover your tracks
Yowzer: Hi Alan
||||||||| Catherwood says "7:22 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs BbBoy by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
cease: i didn't want to see them in Kirkland because that's where my daughter's killer was from. I couldn't afford to see them in Portland, alas
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "7:23 PM and late as usual, it's dlokazip, just back from Austin."
||||||||| tones steals in around 7:23 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident."
residualecho: -icrophone working?
cease: yes the kboo show was i guess their last recorded radio performance
Alan Gross: Just wanted to let y'all know I posted a video of Pete at the 1996 Big Internet Broadcast on Facebook.
||||||||| 7:23 PM: BbBoy jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!"
egbokalaka: This is Leo Laporte, no?
Merlyn: tx Alan
BbBoy: I'm multilpyin'! I'm multiplyin'!
cease: hi alan.
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and pipes up "Presenting 'voidmstr', just granted probation at 7:23 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Merlyn: did you put a link on the Firesign FB?
Yowzer: WNYC has the strwam of 1996 broadcast up
cease: you look great smiling next to bergman in the photo
||||||||| Jippo tiptoes in around 7:24 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident."
BbBoy: 17 iterations of Bunnyboy. Sorry. Chat kept kickin' me out.
NO_anchovies: 170 chatters...? (good thing they only had a "Cult" following)
cease: bunny, are you reproducing yourself?
Merlyn: I know bunnyboy, the list got messed up and you're multiplyin
soylentia: DaSchnifter - thanks for that link
||||||||| It's 7:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| ErikM - dead from dengue fever
 ||||||||| Bunnyboy - dead from the fiddlers
 ||||||||| Bunnyboy - dead from jaundice
 ||||||||| Bunnyboy - dead from jaundice
 ||||||||| Orc1 - dead from Globner's disease
 ||||||||| Johnny Piano - dead from Globner's disease
 ||||||||| Orc - dead from dengue fever
 ||||||||| baron down - dead from jaundice
 ||||||||| Brad Shaw - dead from the yaws
 ||||||||| Orc - dead from pneumonia
 ||||||||| Bunnyboy - dead from The Plague
 ||||||||| residualecho - dead from measles
 ||||||||| Bunnyboy - dead from The Plague
 ||||||||| Johnny Piano - dead from dengue fever
 ||||||||| Bunnyboy - dead from Globner's disease
 ||||||||| Bunnyboy - dead from intense demonic possession
 ||||||||| Bunnyboy - dead from Globner's disease
 ||||||||| max47 - dead from The Plague
 ||||||||| max47 - dead from measles
 ||||||||| max47 - dead from pneumonia
 ||||||||| Bunnyboy - dead from the common cold
 ||||||||| Bunnyboy - dead from dengue fever
 ||||||||| Bunnyboy - dead from intense demonic possession
 ||||||||| kestrel74 - dead from intense demonic possession
 ||||||||| Alan Gross - dead from the fiddlers
 ||||||||| Alan Gross - dead from Globner's disease
 ||||||||| Bunnyboy - dead from the fiddlers
 ||||||||| Alan Gross - dead from the fiddlers
 ||||||||| Johnny Piano - dead from jaundice
 ||||||||| residualecho - dead from the common cold
 ||||||||| Johnny Piano - dead from The Plague
 ||||||||| elpoptart - dead from measles
 ||||||||| kestrel74 - dead from the yaws
 ||||||||| saintslade - dead from dengue fever
 ||||||||| roxtar - dead from dengue fever
 ||||||||| Johnny Piano - dead from the fiddlers
 ||||||||| Johnny Piano - dead from the fiddlers
 ||||||||| baron - dead from jaundice
 ||||||||| boazo - dead from dengue fever
 ||||||||| stslade - dead from the yaws
 ||||||||| Alan Gross - dead from dengue fever
 ||||||||| stslade - dead from Globner's disease
 ||||||||| kestrel74 - dead from jaundice
 ||||||||| boazo - dead from the fiddlers
 ||||||||| baron - dead from jaundice
 ||||||||| Johnny Piano - dead from the yaws
 ||||||||| Johnny Piano - dead from dengue fever
 ||||||||| residualecho - dead from the yaws
 ||||||||| lfjones - dead from dengue fever
 ||||||||| nickie nick - dead from the fiddlers
 ||||||||| kestrel74 - dead from jaundice
 ||||||||| JMan - dead from measles
 ||||||||| toddaway - dead from measles
 ||||||||| ambientdreamer - dead from measles
 ||||||||| catherworth - dead from pneumonia
 ||||||||| kestrel74 - dead from dengue fever
 ||||||||| ambientdreamer - dead from intense demonic possession
 ||||||||| roxtar - dead from The Plague
 ||||||||| E. L. Mouse - dead from the common cold
 ||||||||| E. L. Mouse - dead from measles
 ||||||||| kestrel74 - dead from the common cold
 ||||||||| elpoptart - dead from the common cold
 ||||||||| E. L. Mouse - dead from jaundice
 ||||||||| nancy - dead from Globner's disease
 ||||||||| E. L. Mouse - dead from Globner's disease
 ||||||||| E. L. Mouse - dead from jaundice
 ||||||||| E. L. Mouse - dead from pneumonia
 ||||||||| E. L. Mouse - dead from The Plague
 ||||||||| Andy - dead from the yaws
 ||||||||| Andy - dead from pneumonia
 ||||||||| earldaley - dead from Globner's disease
 ||||||||| E. L. Mouse - dead from the yaws
 ||||||||| earldaley - dead from the common cold
 ||||||||| E. L. Mouse - dead from Globner's disease
 ||||||||| Patricia - dead from pneumonia
 ||||||||| Andy - dead from intense demonic possession
 ||||||||| kestrel74 - dead from jaundice
 ||||||||| Patricia McFarland - dead from intense demonic possession
 ||||||||| toddaway - dead from The Plague
 ||||||||| toddaway - dead from the yaws
 ||||||||| E. L. Mouse - dead from jaundice
 ||||||||| seeker - dead from the yaws
 ||||||||| kestrel74 - dead from jaundice
 ||||||||| DanDan68 - dead from measles
 ||||||||| JMan - dead from intense demonic possession
 ||||||||| toddaway - dead from the common cold
 ||||||||| DanDan - dead from measles
 ||||||||| DJ MJD - dead from jaundice
 ||||||||| CJ - dead from jaundice
 ||||||||| CJ - dead from intense demonic possession
 ||||||||| CJ - dead from measles
 ||||||||| CJ - dead from intense demonic possession
 ||||||||| Jimmy - dead from Globner's disease
 ||||||||| shepatw - dead from intense demonic possession
 ||||||||| DJ MJD - dead from The Plague
 ||||||||| JMan - dead from dengue fever
 ||||||||| CJ - dead from pneumonia
 ||||||||| shepatw - dead from the fiddlers
 ||||||||| CJ - dead from jaundice
 ||||||||| Tweeny - dead from dengue fever
 ||||||||| Tweeny - dead from intense demonic possession
 ||||||||| JMan - dead from Globner's disease
 ||||||||| Unclaimed Mysteries - dead from the common cold
 ||||||||| Jubal - dead from the fiddlers
 ||||||||| 6th Meal - dead from The Plague
 ||||||||| TheSpartanCrow - dead from the common cold
 ||||||||| Benton - dead from pneumonia
 ||||||||| crackerjackbox - dead from jaundice
 ||||||||| Bambi - dead from dengue fever
 ||||||||| Player - dead from intense demonic possession
 ||||||||| newport - dead from The Plague
 ||||||||| Marla - dead from jaundice
 ||||||||| ah,clem - dead from Globner's disease
 ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and ah,clem gets out at 7:25 PM.
Arjunakat: Is this an idea whose time hasn't come?
Alan Gross: I edited my video down to just Pete and it's 18:46 long. Not sure how wide!!?!!?!
BbBoy: Whee! Netsplit!
cease: not necessarily, arj
Merlyn: ALL THE CLONES ARE DEAD
||||||||| ah,clem departs at 7:25 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
Merlyn: HOORAY
DaSchnifter: Soylentia; You're welcome. Possible their last recording in the radio idiom.
Hal O'Dali: Am I here?
||||||||| maxg enters at 7:25 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and scurries off to the Haberdashery Barn.
egbokalaka: better be 1080p to get the iPad3 arket
Alan Gross: Are we anywhere?
BbBoy: Funny. I see them in grey, here.
Merlyn: SOME OF THE CLONES ARE DEAD
Hal O'Dali: Maybe yes, maybe no
Merlyn: SOME ARE GHOSTS THAT WILL DIE SOON
BbBoy: Huzz...! Huh?
||||||||| MudheadMontreal says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, MudheadMontreal exits at 7:26 PM.
NO_anchovies: well, one should never clone, alone...
Yowzer: Where do people go for rarities?
Merlyn: I think this is hilarious anyway
CeeJayHey: Alan: also listening . . .
cease: define rarities
Merlyn: vote time. what Firesign bit that is on youtube would people like to listen to?
Yowzer: Boots, broadcasts
Gov'tTweeny: Quite the full house this evening :)
Hal O'Dali: Rarities Am Us, We Got A Million Of Em
Merlyn: Or Alan's?
BbBoy: I picked up a backup LP of GIVE ME A BREAK today, at Easy Street. My original one is greatly used.
||||||||| Catherwood snorts derisively "It's 7:28 PM; let's see who falls in through our celebrity trap door!" -- he pulls a lever, and Phil Austin plummets onto the oriental shag rug.
Yowzer: The video of Everything you know is wrong was on youtube for awhile...
Gov'tTweeny: Hi Phil
egbokalaka: Ah, like john wayne's boots from True Grit?
BbBoy: $2.00, near mint.
soylentia: Merlyn - I was hoping to see the video Alan mentioned - link?
cease: hi phil. how sad to see you here
Alan Gross: There's so much material out there (and I do mean out there). My specialty has been videos.
Yowzer: You am my people
Merlyn: OK, screw it, Phil is here
Hal O'Dali: Hiya, Phil
NO_anchovies: (thinks... we may just have transcended the "Just Folks" phase, here?)
Merlyn: Alan's video is here http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=3225906680255
||||||||| Catherwood enters with bupkus close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 7:29 PM tree-stunting plans, and rushes off to the sitting room.
BloodyL: Hello Phil.
BbBoy: Sorry about Pete, Phil.
Phil Austin: hi everyone. Pete's gone
Alan Gross: Hi Phil! Sad news indeed. I hope you're doing well.
BbBoy hangs his head.
NO_anchovies: buzz buzz
Merlyn: yeah, major downer Phil
cease: when i met oona at your langley show a couple of years ago, the first thing she said to me was that you and pete were finally geting along
cease: that is really fucked up, phil
Phil Austin: alan: about as well as can be expected.
Art Holeflaffer: Hey Phil, How are you Guys holding up?
DaSchnifter: Hi Phil! So sorry! My condolences.
CeeJayHey: Thanks, Alan!!! just now posted on fb and gave you credit. - cja
Phil Austin: I know, pete and I had reached a nice place in the last few years.
Yowzer: Hi Phil
Alan Gross: The news really shocked me. I was diagnosed with Polycythemia Vera in 2003. It's a "mild" form of leukemia.
CeeJayHey: Thanks, Phil
cease: i'm glad for that, phil.
Merlyn: Alan's video link again is http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=3225906680255
cease: as Fumiyo said after Bit was killed, at least she spent the last half of her life ina beautiful place
NO_anchovies: (or... has he merely changed channels...?)
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and pipes up "Presenting 'Tirebiter', just granted probation at 7:31 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
cease: if only the real tirebiter would show up
Hal O'Dali: Are PP and DO planning on dropping in?
cease: he could bite some tires
Tirebiter: I saw Proctor and Bergman at the Bottom Line in NYCity and the props had me laughing before any of the skits.
||||||||| APRyason sneaks in around 7:33 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last month's "unpleasant incident."
Merlyn: I think PP is still in Hawaii?
cease: with a computer, you are everywhere at once, merl
Alan Gross: The video demonstrates Pete's ability to look into the future. He sensed the Internet's importance. At the same time as the NC event, he was also releasing the video game Pyst with John Goodman. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pyst
Tirebiter: What were some of Peter's voices on "Dont' Crush That Dwarf/Hand me the pliers"?
Merlyn: He only had a phone, cat
egbokalaka: how can you be everywhere at once when your butt is right here?
Phil Austin: yeah, proctor is on Kuai and David's in SB, I think. Haven't heard if they're planning to show up here tonight.
NO_anchovies: Tirebiter, i saw at least two of their BottomLine gigs, as i recall.
cease: same thing, merl
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "7:34 PM and late as usual, it's MudheadMontreal, just back from Montreal."
residualecho: I'm glad I've thanked you guys, individually and collectively, for all the voices in my head, but I'll say it again--I'm grateful for having been able to hear your voices.
cease: what is sb? santa barbara?
Yowzer: Same here
Art Holeflaffer: Ditto
||||||||| Outside, the 7:35 PM crosstown bus from Billville pulls away, leaving electric coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Hal O'Dali: Wasn't CNI supposed to be doing a Firesign tribute?
Yowzer: FT extends Bob and Ray into our stupifying present
electric: Proctor is on Kauai? That's where I first heard Firesign Theater.. my family lives there :)
NO_anchovies: SB is Santa Billtown, i think?
Merlyn: webcasting problems, Hal
Merlyn: Too choppy
egbokalaka: Sum Beech City
||||||||| Catherwood escorts NeuroManson inside, makes a note of the time (7:36 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
||||||||| Catherwood escorts AtoZ into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mutters something about 7:37 PM, then departs.
electric: not a show, of course.. my dad has your records and cds. my favorite is Waiting for the Electrician or Someone Like Him
||||||||| Jippo leaves to catch the 7:37 PM train to Ohio.
||||||||| 7:37 PM -- MudheadMontreal left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
residualecho: I wasn't intending to pirate anything, but I recorded a couple of minutes of the Marin show in October of 2010, and posted it last night
residualecho: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Crsb67a7QHc
Merlyn: IMSAI 8080 kits
Hal O'Dali: Well, the outpouring of tributes to Pete on the web has been remarkable.
||||||||| mukluks sneaks in around 7:38 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
||||||||| phil austin steals in around 7:39 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident."
soylentia: Phil, I'm sending a largish, emphatic hug your way, should hit right about the same time as the big solar pulse
electric: Thank you, Phil, so much, for helping to form my own special brand of humor! Life is so much more enjoyable having had all your insights.
Merlyn: Phil, did you get logged out?
Alan Gross: @ Hal They are well -deserved. Pete was a very unique individual.
||||||||| At 7:39 PM, AtoZ vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
NO_anchovies: Catherwood, bring Mr. Austin some distilled comfort.
||||||||| Catherwood gets mr austin some distilled comfort.
||||||||| Catherwood ushers AtoZ into the room, accepts a jar of pennies as a gratuity, mutters something about 7:39 PM, then departs.
Arjunakat: Alan Gross, thx for the vid - really appropriate!
Phil Austin: Thanks, everyone, for all the good wishes. Pete would have been pleased if not for that pesky death problem.
||||||||| It's 7:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| bupkus - dead from the yaws
 ||||||||| maxg - dead from the common cold
 ||||||||| John Tabacco - dead from pneumonia
 ||||||||| Tarla - dead from the fiddlers
 ||||||||| Bill - dead from dengue fever
 ||||||||| InTheWood - dead from pneumonia
 ||||||||| poplust - dead from dengue fever
 ||||||||| Beau Beau Kitty - dead from Globner's disease
 ||||||||| Pastor Flash - dead from the common cold
 ||||||||| ssolxy - dead from The Plague
 ||||||||| wowspring - dead from dengue fever
 ||||||||| BloodyL - dead from the fiddlers
 ||||||||| residualecho - dead from the yaws
 ||||||||| jahgust - dead from jaundice
 ||||||||| jahgust - dead from pneumonia
 ||||||||| RalphSpoilsport - dead from dengue fever
 ||||||||| RalphSpoilsport - dead from The Plague
 ||||||||| Bunnyboy - dead from intense demonic possession
 ||||||||| Bunnyboy - dead from dengue fever
 ||||||||| victork - dead from the common cold
 ||||||||| Bunnyboy - dead from Globner's disease
 ||||||||| Bunnyboy - dead from dengue fever
 ||||||||| Bunnyboy - dead from measles
 ||||||||| Orc - dead from jaundice
 ||||||||| victork - dead from the fiddlers
 ||||||||| motherjudge - dead from the yaws
 ||||||||| victork - dead from Globner's disease
 ||||||||| Johnny Piano - dead from intense demonic possession
 ||||||||| motherjudge - dead from dengue fever
 ||||||||| victork - dead from the common cold
 ||||||||| motherjudge - dead from The Plague
 ||||||||| jahgust - dead from intense demonic possession
 ||||||||| Bunnyboy - dead from the fiddlers
 ||||||||| dlokazip - dead from pneumonia
 ||||||||| tones - dead from the fiddlers
 ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Merlyn: another batch of clones killed off
APRyason: Will miss Pete a whole lot. Was kind of dreading this inevitability. Life is too short.
Alan Gross: Hello? Hello? Is this thing on?
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "7:40 PM and late as usual, it's Bunnyboy, just back from Washington."
Merlyn: sort of, Alan
NeuroManson: And Jean "Moebius" Giraud just died today as well. Everyone's dropping like flies today
Merlyn: the login file got corrupted and created a bunch of clones
Bunnyboy: Okay, reclaimed muh name. I'll kill BbBoy...
Philbert: Pete was really going gangbusters with RFO this past year and really seemed excited about what he was doing.
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 7:41 PM and Flotsam steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
||||||||| "Hey BbBoy!" ... BbBoy turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 7:41 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
Merlyn: I didn't even know it could do that
residualecho: The podcasts made hims closer than ever. I don't like this entire past tense thing either.
Hal O'Dali: It's just tjis little chromium switch here...
Phil Austin: thanks, everyone for all the good wishes. Pete would have loved to have known all this.
Bunnyboy: Merlyn: Tricks are for kids.
Flotsam: my iron lung is working again
NeuroManson: Is it going to be all right?
||||||||| "7:42 PM? 7:42 PM!!" says Catherwood, "chicagofish should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as chicagofish enters and sits in the comfy chair.
soylentia: NeuroManson - oh no, not Moebius too
Flotsam: so sad....
chicagofish: More sugar.
Bunnyboy: Let's see if I can get a bigger liner rate. BRB.
Philbert: I keep trying to think of things I can do to honor his spirit and perhaps even manifest a bit of it in the world. So far the only thing I came up with is to try not to get lost in my usual dark cynicism.
Merlyn: we got lots of tape, NeuroManson
||||||||| Bunnyboy leaves at 7:42 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..."
||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and Bunnyboy gets out at 7:43 PM.
||||||||| 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 7:43 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
electric: I've searched the internet since it was created for info about you guys, and only recently found anything on youtube, and a friend posted about Pete and i just last night Liked your FB page.
mukluks: sorry Pete had to go. i've been a fan for so long, it felt like he was an old friend.
||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and Bunnyboy plummets into the garden at 7:43 PM.
||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and balcony plummets into the garden at 7:43 PM.
Bunnyboy: That's better. 25 lines will dol.
AtoZ: Thanks back at'cha, Phil
Merlyn: again, here is Alan Gross' video of Pete link: http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=3225906680255
NeuroManson: Been a bozo since 1980 at the tender age of 10
||||||||| Outside, the 7:43 PM uptown bus from Hellmouth pulls away, leaving fuddite coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
chicagofish: I expected to hear about Pete on the news today. It seems so huge.
mukluks: feels like all the Firesigns are old friends.
R.Clem: He broke the president
DaSchnifter: There was also a news story about Ravi Shankar dying, but it was Ravi Shankar Sharma, not the more famous Ravi Shankar
chicagofish: Scared me there for a sec, DaSch.
Hal O'Dali: Thanks for stopping by, Mr. Austin, I know it's been hard
Merlyn: he did make the front web page of latimes.com and nytimes.com in the obit section with a photo
Bunnyboy: Not to be too proud, but I think my generation may have been the last set of prevalent, active listeners.
NeuroManson: Mmm, Ravi Shankar Sharma, I love that with a little yogurt sauce and some korma.
Alan Gross: I met Pete, Phil, Dave and Phil in 1974. It was backstage at the Westbury Theatre during the Bozos tour. I made an audio recording of the show and the next day, met the guys at the Metromedia TV studios for the Susskind taping. Thus were the beginnings of my Firesign archives..
DaSchnifter: me too, when I saw it, minutes after Moebius
soylentia: in 86 I moved to a new city, didn't know a soul, kept alternating FT albums to hear familiar voices in the house.
balcony: And I'm atri-choke, and we're all just a joke
NO_anchovies: actually... they did an obit on NPR today.
APRyason: Pete was the second FST member I first heard way back when; a friend had How Can You Be. Hooked from then on. You guys were my radio voice lessons. I'm still in the broadcast biz.
Bunnyboy: Not just of Firesign, but in general.
cease: no, do you have a link to that?
chicagofish: My dad used to play FT all the time. Dwarf is probably the first record (of any kind) I ever heard.
balcony: First heard "Electrician" in 67 and was solidly hooked.
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and pipes up "Presenting 'Johnny Piano', just granted probation at 7:46 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Johnny Piano: Hi gang
Tirebiter: CAn anyone put a list together onto the Facebook page of who did what voices on the albums?
NeuroManson: The only other comedy albums I heard in those days was National Lampoon and Congress of Wonders, wore out most of the record needles on FT though
mukluks: my first contact with Firesign was in a record store when i was fascinated by the Marx and Lennon album cover
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 7:46 PM and puppet guy waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
cease: chicago, my daughter grew up listening to my firesign records
chicagofish: APR...I do some voice work too...I never even thought to connect it with my FT habit, but I really did learn so much listening to them.
electric: Phil, will you guys continue to tour, or is it too soon to ask? i know Pete was such a big part.. but you all are a big part, so I hope maybe someday you will?
APRyason: The obit on NPR this morning was kind of short. Not much said considering the history of FST on "public" radio.
Bunnyboy: How many people do you see, huddled over an iPhone, or Android phone, listening, for more than 30 seconds?
residualecho: My 7th grade history teacher played Temporarily Humboldt County for our class when it was steaming hot wax, just as I was discovering that LA Radio dial, and tracked down quite a few of the live shows, too.
NO_anchovies: one of my fave Pete moments is the "Balliol Bros" commercial.
||||||||| Organ_Leroy bounds in at 7:47 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
electric: my family are all HUGE fans of Nick Danger. it's how i learned what a "cervix" was before i was really old enough to understand ;p
Johnny Piano: I can't stick around as I've got a gig. Just wanted to stop in and say "hello" and send my love to you all. Mr Austin, my deepest condolences to you and the rest of the Firesign family.
mukluks: it think that introduction was in 1967 or 1968, i was but a wee young adolescent then
Bunnyboy: Sex education! It works!
Philbert: Me, too, Anchovies (re: "Balliol Bros").
AtoZ: What TIreBiter asked, who voiced whIch !
Yowzer: See youse guys later
egbokalaka: Civilization Ho!
Phil Austin: Lectric: shows were pretty much at an end in Portland last year anyway. I can't imagine the three of us putting something together without Pete.
NO_anchovies: well, medically speaking, "Cervix" can also refer to the neck/collarbone, etc.
balcony: Here in Madison, WI, we have Rocky roccos pizza, hope you guys get a royalty on it.
mukluks: yes! LOL
chicagofish: You know, just seeing some of the names in here makes me feel a little better...a little more connected.
APRyason: I remember not quite understanding "c..c...coming, mother" when i first heard Dwarf. You had to listen over and over again. So many layers
Tirebiter: Thanks AtoZ..getting some traction here on who did what voices?
Alan Gross: Folks! This has been comforting but I must take a break. There's an order of groat clusters with my name on 'em that need picking up.
chicagofish: Yes, I've always wondered about Rocky Rococco's restaurants!!!
Merlyn: Sorry I missed the last shows, Phil, but I think I've made it to about 15 in all
electric: Temporary Humbolt County still applies today.. i have posted it recently in response to some news stories
cease: phil, merl, doc tech and i were in a room with proc and bergman after the frieday seattle show in 99
mukluks: LOL i didn't understand "coming mother" until about a year ago and i'm almost 60
electric: i'm sorry to hear i missed out on seeing you guys in person, Phil. ♥
cease: and they talked about replacing ossman, who had recently nearly died, with someone else
NO_anchovies: yup. no Beatles without John or George.
||||||||| "Hey voidmstr!" ... voidmstr turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 7:49 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
||||||||| Catherwood walks up and pipes up "Presenting 'voidmstr', just granted probation at 7:49 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
chicagofish: Hah...I got that one in college...after having heard the record since early childhood...
electric: APR~ yes!!! LOL!
Phil Austin: the last shows, particularly the last night in Portland, were as good as I remember us ever doing.
Merlyn: "Coming mother" is also from the Aldridge Family (radio show)
Johnny Piano: Phil, were the last shows recorded at all?
AtoZ: Phil, didn't think so , outside further archiving
Merlyn: Phil, they were also recorded, right?
Bunnyboy: The Shakespeare book is sure purty.
Alan Gross: Phil---I'll be in touch with you, Proctor, and Ossman shortly but you're in my thoughts and prayers. I know this isn't easy for you guys. I'm still processing the loss.
NeuroManson: Mannnnn, I knew I'd regret missing it when you guys were in Kirkland
electric: Phil, have you guys put out any compilation dvds or anything like that for shows? presuming any were taped...
cease: i was on an island in washington state yesterday so this is my first day processing the news
APRyason: I missed the midnight EYKIW back in 75 or whenever that was. Sorry I never saw you live. :-(
Hal O'Dali: I think all of the shows from Monterey on proved you guys still had the chops! Can we expect a "live" album?
egbokalaka: I've enjoyed revisiting the things I love about FT, but I hate what prompted me to do that
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 7:51 PM and hhitch waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
egbokalaka: condolences - over and out
||||||||| Around 7:51 PM, egbokalaka walks off into the sunset...
Phil Austin: We did very few live shows over the last 45 years and records of them are slim
NeuroManson: *puts on his clown wig in memorium*
electric: maybe collect the bootlegs from youtube and get them released? :D
voidmstr: I saw a live show at Cal in 73? 74?
chicagofish: I saw you in 1992 in DC. Drove there from Pittsburgh. Totally and awesomely worth it.
cease: i frist saw you guys live at the ash grove in 1960
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "7:52 PM and late as usual, it's nancy, just back from Ohio."
||||||||| freedmania steps in at 7:52 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Alan Gross: Rest assured Fireheads. A video project is not out of the picture but mum's the word as this time.
cease: is there a recording of that show?
balcony: 4 bodies of brilliance, thank you for being.
Bunnyboy: 1960, cat? Mister Wayback!
cease: well said, balcony
soylentia: Phil, thank you. I've stopped in variously over the years and will again. I'll be thinking of y'all.
electric: i'll keep hoping and keep an eyeball glued open
Art Holeflaffer: Phil, I saw you Guys in '09 in Hollywood. It was the highlight of my trip.
hhitch: I saw the Proctor and Bergman show live at the Power Center in Ann Arbor Michigan around 1974
Johnny Piano: I'm sure we all we gratefully accept whatever video product comes our way, Alan. I know I will.
Gov'tTweeny: That would be Before The Beginning!
||||||||| soylentia leaves to catch the 7:53 PM train to Billville.
Tirebiter: WE Buckeyes are proud to have called Peter one of our own along with Jonathon Winters. Wea re the swing state, after all.
Merlyn: The first live Firesign show I saw was the 25th reunion tour in Chicago
Bunnyboy: Was there this turtle?
chicagofish: When there was This Turtle?
residualecho: Thanks for being here with us, Phil
mukluks: ah, Proctor and Bergman, enjoyed them in 1972 at the University of Buffalo in Buffalo, NY
hhitch: about a year later I saw Proctor and Bergman at a tiny back street theater in Ann Arbor and I got to talk to them before the show.
chicagofish: Dang, Bunny!
Philbert: Yes, Tiebiter, you're right (another Buckeye here).
Phil Austin: the Grossman has done an epic job of preserving FST video
Bunnyboy sprints to the ribbon.
cease: are you in ohio, tirebiter?
APRyason: When I was on the KPFA show "Over The Edge," Don Joyce told me to stop listening to FST for a while...
Alan Gross: Any video project I'm involved with will be under the auspices of the remaining members of the group.
R.Clem: lay its egg in the air?
Johnny Piano: Geez, poor typing tonight. Gotta run. Catherwood, drinks for the house, please. Toast Peter.
||||||||| Catherwood walks right past Johnny Piano
electric: yay Alan!
Art Holeflaffer: I'm a buckeye also.
cease: thanks, johnny
NO_anchovies: Buckeye's just a euphemism for "Horse Chestnut" fellas. :-)
hhitch: We had a band in Ann Arbor called the Martian Entropy Band and we really were a tribute to FS in many ways
Johnny Piano: Peace, Cat.
cease: good to hear, alan.
Bunnyboy: Playing is fun. And fun's where it's at.
||||||||| It's 7:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| victork - dead from jaundice
 ||||||||| Yowzer - dead from the common cold
 ||||||||| phil austin - dead from dengue fever
 ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
cease: we are on your side
Merlyn: there's also full video of all the XM radio shows, about a foot away from me
Tirebiter: Right on, Philbert. Did they ever play in Ohio?
cease: but it's really a great foot, mrs. pressedkey
Phil Austin: I think that's the previous me who's dead
balcony: Whew!
hhitch: but soon I found out I was right -- everything I knew was wrong.
Merlyn: yes, Phil
Philbert: Not that I know of, but news is hard to come by..
chicagofish: Okay, enough dying already??
APRyason: Damn, I wish Pete won Beat the Reaper. At some point our number is up and we lose the game.
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and announces "Presenting 'redkat', just granted probation at 7:55 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
R.Clem: This is worker
voidmstr: Do aliens still need to appear, however briefly?
Merlyn: the black Phil, not the red Phil
||||||||| Outside, the 7:56 PM downtown bus from Hellmouth pulls away, leaving compositeur coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Bunnyboy: Phil: We don't want ANY of you dead!
Merlyn: Are you going to take the black Phil, or the red Phil? One leads to reality, the other to Firesign
NO_anchovies: i think it might all be worth it, if we could just get Papoon into the oval orifice.
NeuroManson: One of the recentish "releases" I found recently was the Rose Bowl XM radio show, dubbed over the actual parade footage, that was pure beauty
hhitch: echo
Alan Gross: Enjoy my video tribute to Pete and I'll try to rejoion y'all later.
Bunnyboy: And certainly not Peter.
Phil Austin: My grid! there's two of me and one of everyone else. And one of me is dead! no, wait. that's just Bergman. So ,,,, we were just the same person, Nick and Bradshaw, all along?
||||||||| At 7:56 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, hhitch!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
Merlyn: ok Alan
mukluks: i'm not Joe, he's not Ed
Bunnyboy: Hey, that's a great angle!
electric: aw, Phil, you made me laugh inappropriately! :D
chicagofish: I never really "got" Nick Danger til I saw it performed live. Astounding.
cease: all the firesigns were the same person, all along
Bunnyboy: Nick Danger meets A BEAUTIFUL MIND.
mukluks: hahaaaa!!
Merlyn: you have your part mixed with Rocky Rococo
Phil Austin: inappropriate laughter would please Pete best, believe me
Alan Gross: We're all victims of Multiple Identity. And now both of us bid adieu...
Bunnyboy: Is it too soon to say: A little song, a little dance, a little seltzer down your pants.
R.Clem: I see you are are a sailer
||||||||| wowspring sneaks in around 7:58 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
Merlyn: Pete Best is here too?
NeuroManson: Nick Danger and the Case of the Missing Bytes
wowspring: yeah but what about Ringo?
NO_anchovies: wasn't Pete Best the other Beatle?
Merlyn: they really are the Beatles of comedy infestation
cease: thanks for pointing that out, phil
AtoZ: Pete Best is dead too ?!
residualecho: You guys had your multiple identity stamps and could portray each others' holygrams at will in my head. It wasn't until I attended as many of your live shows that your simulations got so surrealistic.
Phil Austin: Should always think of Pat Hatt and Chump Threads when remembering Peter.
NO_anchovies: dang, Merl... your bandwidth beat my pair of clubs.
mukluks: yes, Pete Best was Ringo. i met him. he's a very nice man
Bunnyboy: They're the Ones who switched the Zeroes!
balcony: Sail on, Peter, we were blessed to have experienced you.
chicagofish: I've been hearing this comparison of FT and the Beatles. I don't think that's accurate. Python was the Beatles. FT is more like Frank Zappa.
cease: i still got sports in my shorts
Gov'tTweeny: Richard Starkey is Ringo
cease: bergman actually wanted to be the beatles
electric: methinks i agree with chicagofish
mukluks: or FZ was FT
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 8 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
cease: he was in london when they started out
AtoZ: buncha weep-eyed wuss-grams !
||||||||| llanwydd steals in around 8:00 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last month's "unpleasant incident."
llanwydd: good evening
mukluks: i mean FZ was FS sheesh!
Merlyn: Bergman?
Merlyn: Hi llan
APRyason: You guys are so unique, I doubt you'd want to find a "Curly Joe" to replace Pete.
NeuroManson: All of them? Wow, schizophrenic lonely hearts club band material there
mukluks: or FT
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and announces "Announcing 'jahgust', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:00 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room...
mukluks: of FST was FZ
NO_anchovies: there is also rumored to be a "Fifth" Crazee Guy... care to reveal that, Phil?
wowspring: I listened to RFO's Blast From the Past #2 this morning. Peter's Newt and Bill Clinton wrestling match was classic!
cease: i know bergman interviewed zappa on the original kpfk show but i dont see control freak zappa as a parallel with the more freewheeling pete
jahgust: Hey all
chicagofish: There is no replacing Pete.
mukluks: wait
mukluks: no
||||||||| Outside, the 8:01 PM bus from Billville pulls away, leaving JMan coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Bunnyboy: And Jerry Mathers is The Beaver.
NO_anchovies: it wasn't Stu Sutcliffe?
mukluks: yes
residualecho: Beatles or Stones, I haven't been this sad about a hero since Lennon. I'd at least had a chance to try to be ready for Zappa's passing. This was a huge shock to the system.
||||||||| 8:01 PM -- Art Holeflaffer left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
||||||||| Around 8:01 PM, nancy walks off into the sunset...
Merlyn: I think you're taking analogies too literally, Cat
cease: that's no beaver, that's my wife
chicagofish: I don't mean in personalities...I mean in artistic style, cultural and technical contributions. In that sense, FT is more like Zappa than Beatles.
APRyason: The "Fifth" guy was the combination of all of the FST. The FST was its own person.
NeuroManson: Enough of the geeks on CNI, bring on the geeks!
Merlyn: like a Transformer!
Merlyn: [TM]
cease: merl, did bergboy take the analgy too literally when he decided to form a beatles of comedy
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 8:02 PM, dragging the fox did by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
NeuroManson: It's all geek to me...
freedmania: Ingmar, Ingrid, and Peter. I trust Peter brought enough noses and floppy shoes.
NO_anchovies: oh Jeeeez... thanks for ruining the mystery of it.
electric: what happened with the CNI er.. "podcast"?
cease: ok chicago. fighting's out of style
||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and InTheWood gets out at 8:02 PM.
Bunnyboy: I was clocking out of work yesterday, dialing up RFO.com, to catch up on the second RFO.net show. That's when I found out about Peter's passing.
APRyason: The writing of all four together was a very unique style, not found in the solo efforts.
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:02 PM and nancy bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Merlyn: the audio was too choppy, electric, so they stopped webcasting and now it's the default computer news feed
cease: passing? pete's dead now.
compositeur: a brief appearance to pay my respects
nancy: nancy bounds back in
Bunnyboy: So, let's play Dr. Memory...
residualecho: Although I love all the solo work too.
the fox did: Juice this, please!
freedmania: Which one of you was Shakespeare, I wonder ...
NeuroManson: Good thing there's MST3K to watch streaming
jahgust: Speaking of losing heroes , Davy Jones was another of mine. Would not be a musician if not for The Monkees
Bunnyboy: I loved...Bergman's Marv Albert wig, in the 1999 shows.
mukluks: there are so many people who think the soap opera Peter Bergman died.
Merlyn: you're out of bounds, Nancy
||||||||| fordprefect steals in around 8:03 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last month's "unpleasant incident."
Phil Austin: Peter was in a group of four people in the late Sixties who had a record contract. The Beatles analogy is beyond obvious. If only we'd had short jackets and bowl-cut hair.
NO_anchovies: passing? last i heard, the bid was two clubs.
llanwydd: I had no idea he was sick. did he not say anything about it?
electric: ahhh yes, when i first started to try to listen, it was overlapping, and they said "good luck with THAT, FBI" XD
nancy: good one merl
residualecho: Roller Maidens, How Time Flys, and TV or Not TV, all brilliant stuff
||||||||| 8:04 PM -- fuddite left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
NeuroManson: Hey, I know, does Pandora have Firesign Theatre?
InTheWood: InTheWood is back from the shadows again.
Merlyn: you have MORE hair than the Beatles
fordprefect: @mukluks, I know, that's disgusting
R.Clem: trailorbites chiggerbites & mos-quitoes
Bunnyboy: "He was great, on ALL MY CHILDREN..."
jahgust: Phil were you the Paul of the group?
Merlyn: llan, Peter only told the other Firesigners earlier this week
APRyason: It was the same with Lennon-McCartney, the sum greater than the parts, IMHO.
NeuroManson: Yeah, but you'd have to have an ugly one who nobody listens to as well, was there a hidden Ringo, perhaps Papoo (sp?)?
Merlyn: I assume his daughter knew earlier
InTheWood: Thanks for being here with us, Phil!
ooona about a month ago that he had a mild form of adult leukemia that was deemed eminently treatable. He'd been diagnosed around september of last year, I thnk.
Bunnyboy: Pete's IMDB listing still has a 23 episode run of ONE LIFE TO LIVE, or one of the soaps, on it.
balcony: Wasn't Phil the Indian of the group?
compositeur: best regards to all in the FST universe; I'll see you on the Funway. Doors open in five seconds...
||||||||| At 8:05 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, the fox did!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
nancy: THE phil austin?
residualecho: You're thinking of Jimmy Carl Black
NO_anchovies: i think McCartney's secret to immortality, is that he died on Sgt Pepper?
Merlyn: Yes Nancy
Bunnyboy: balcony: Naw, that was Jimmy Carl Ossman.
nancy: whoa
fordprefect: The phil austin? what do they come in six-packs now?
balcony: Good call, but don't forget Neil Young.
electric: i'll take a case!
NO_anchovies: no balcony, that's his brother, Jimmy Carl Austin.
||||||||| wowspring leaves at 8:06 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..."
jahgust: shorts nd quarts ford!
Bunnyboy: (spurious facts, courtesy of Ms. Information).
InTheWood: Phil, who was the best musician of the group?
voidmstr: One thing I loved about Peter was his love of radio; I worked with him and Phil briefly on some radio stuff during the P % B era
balcony: Not insane!
NO_anchovies: (jeeeeez... we all think alike.... scary....) see what you've done to us, Phil...?
Merlyn: Yeah, Peter was involved with that youth radio play group
cease: yes void, he really understood radio. i'm from the pre tv era myself and greatly appreciated the firesign updating the great things radio was doing in the 30s
nancy: i love you guys! i was very sad to hear about peter...
jahgust: Funny I obly recently realized that his folks were on radio. Has anybody heard tapes of that stuff?
cease: it is a fountain of sadness, nancy
residualecho: Your work has brought you all immortality--unfortunately, it's the second best kind, not quite as good as simply not dying. At least we'll be able to try to comfort ourselves with an amazing simulation.
APRyason: Not Insane - sound collage had a huge influence on Over the Edge, KPFA.
Bunnyboy: I was fortunate enough to start listening to Firesign, just after my initial infatuation with Old Time Radio.
Merlyn: you mean his parents? No, but I suspect "Breakfast with the Brunts" is somewhat based on "Breakfast with the Bergmans"
voidmstr: we're all on the antelope freeway
NeuroManson: And the Church of the Subgenius
DaSchnifter: jahgust: I doubt it, most radio shows didn't record until tape became cheap, like say the late 60s
||||||||| It's 8:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| lee harvey - dead from the yaws
 ||||||||| Alan Gross - dead from jaundice
 ||||||||| Flotsam - dead from Globner's disease
 ||||||||| Johnny Piano - dead from the fiddlers
 ||||||||| Organ_Leroy - dead from the fiddlers
 ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
cease: woody allen had it right: i dont want to achieve immortality with my work. i want to achieve it by not dieing
Phil Austin: Yeah, talk to me about that wacky immortality. It's in the eye of the Beholder, who's the guy who's still alive, the bastard.
APRyason: Thanks for Duke of Madness release. Now I have another lifetime of stuff to run through the brain.
llanwydd: of all places to hear about Peter's death, I saw a thread on progressiveears.com which is about progressive rock
llanwydd: then I heard a piece on NPR the next morning
Bunnyboy: Ivan Stang mentioned, in his memorial book entry, that tomorrow's SubGenius Hour of Slack will be a tribute to Peter.
chicagofish: I missed the NPR piece...I'll have to look that up.
jahgust: Got a lot of Prog people who are FSTers! FST is Prog comedy!
cease: i remain alive while Bit remains dead. That has always annoyed me.
freedmania: I gotta get Charles Barkley to '
chicagofish: Ahem, Bunny, that's REVEREND Ivan Stang.
freedmania: achieve immortality by not dieting
cease: does stang have a podcast?
APRyason: NPR piece this morning was too short, no samples of his work...
Bunnyboy: Or, if you wanna get real technical, the NOT-RIGHT-REVEREND Ivan Stang, bless his monkey heart!
cease: i think he's a friend of Elayne, chicago
||||||||| "8:12 PM? 8:12 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Slau should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Slau enters and sits at the bar.
Hal O'Dali: I think there was a part of Peter that really WANTED to check out this "death" thing... not in a creepy, morbid way... but because he wanted to see for himself how the damn thing worked!
voidmstr: I have to go but love and respect from me and WMMR Metromedia FM Philadelphia back in the Old Daze
NO_anchovies: or High Epopt Stang... takes yer pix.
Bunnyboy: cat: The Hour of Slack is available as a podcast, and (of course) has been running for many years pre-podcast, and pre-internet.
Slau: gimmie a bear wizz
electric: aw, P.. did you ever get out of Turkey?
nancy: cool that you could work james joyce into your ]
cease: hal, i don't think so, but it's possible
balcony: Glad I found you on FB, otherwise I don't know how i would have found out.
||||||||| Around 8:13 PM, voidmstr walks off into the sunset...
fordprefect: Catherwood! Hie thee hither, drinks and smokes for everyone please!
||||||||| Catherwood steps up to fordprefect and asks "Did you need me?"
nancy: oops, cat stepped on the keyboard
NO_anchovies: hey Llan.
APRyason: How many here got into radio partly because of FST in the 60s-70s?
residualecho: No survivor guilt, please. There isn't enough immortality to go around. I'm grateful for the heaping helpings of humanity I grew up on from you guys.
Bunnyboy: I gonna feed muh dogs. BRB.
chicagofish: Um, does 80s-90s count?
cease: no, bergman is still in turkey, high on whirling hash and language lessons
DaSchnifter: Me!
APRyason: Any time
Bunnyboy: BTW: Phil, how's yer pups?
NO_anchovies: How many here got stuck in the radio and can't find their way out?
balcony: Her mother calls me a melon head, because i can't elope with her.
Merlyn: Me, APR, did a local science fiction radio show for 25 years on and off
electric: /me raises hand
Merlyn: with radio plays
jahgust: Started with FST for me and that led to The Goon Show. Not sure which was the gateway drug as The Goons came before.
cease: apr, i was first on radio in la a year before bergman, in 65. but very much influenced by the firesigns over the years
APRyason: I'm still stuck. I'm in TV now. sometimes the checks bounce but I come back for more.
DaSchnifter: I first heard Firesign on KBOO in the 70's (the Dear Friends syndication set) and then 30 years later, I engineered for them live on the air at the same station
cease: drugs are good
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and pipes up "Presenting 'Moishechazzer', just granted probation at 8:15 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
cease: good for you, schnifter
llanwydd: that reminds me. I've got a can't elope in the fridge
chicagofish: I did some voices for the radio/CD version of the Left Behind series. Yeah, I know. I only got to play non-believers who died violently on the air. It was fun.
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 8:15 PM, dragging bob noxious by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this web surfer?"
jahgust: Then hitchhikers guide and all things british!
chicagofish: Can't Elope Freeway, one 16th mile....
Slau: I'd like a Bear Wizz plz
DaSchnifter: Ken Nordine's Word Jazz was also a huge influence
APRyason: Never did drugs in HS. FST was the only drug I needed
||||||||| "8:16 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Arjunakat, who then runs out through the french doors and down through the bushes.
cease: ita odd that elayne isnt here. she originated this chat
NO_anchovies: (hands Slau a cold one)
fordprefect: a small Ol' Janx Spirit if you please, Catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood ignores fordprefect
cease: yes nordine had godlike tones.
residualecho: When Dwarf was just out, I was the X caller guessing what cut the needle would drop on next to win a record, from KTBT DeeJay The Live Earl Jive, and at my request, he sent me a promo copy of Dwarf. I wish I still had the poster that shipped with it. I wore that vinyl through to the other side.
llanwydd: yes FST was always a mind-bending experience
fordprefect: Make that a LARGE one.
cease: jive should be here
freedmania: Nordine was god for a small polynesian atoll 1956-1959
chicagofish: Oh! My dad still has that poster!!
Merlyn: Catherwood, please give fordprefect a small Ol' Janx Spirit
||||||||| Catherwood gets fordprefect a small ol' janx spirit.
jahgust: Still is man. I have the Dukes set on permanent rotation and have been listening to a bit each day since I got it last year!
Phil Austin: I'm back. So much going on and both phones ringing and internet buzzing
chicagofish: Ford, you're turning into a penguin. Stop it.
electric: is Catherwood at my cervix?
||||||||| Catherwood s at electric's cervix.
fordprefect:
cease: have you been interviewed today, phil?
electric: *whimpers*
jahgust: Must be kinda crazy Phil?
fordprefect: *ahhh,,,,*
Phil Austin: The whole thing is beyond odd.
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:19 PM and Hemlock Stones steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Moishechazzer: I used to hang out with Pete & Proctor whenever they came to Chicago.
jahgust: ford put Catherwood down!!!
||||||||| Catherwood snubs jahgust
nancy: did npr interview you?
cease: what do you mean by that, phil? death itself? pete's untimely demise? fame?
Phil Austin: I've only talked to NY times
freedmania: Anybody seen my porridgebird? It was nesting above that dutch elm tree
fordprefect: how to invert scrolling? can't see
mukluks: @Moishechazzer, did you leave it out?
electric: please have whoever updates the facebook page post more links to interviews and such. old and new ones! thank you :)
cease: i opsted pete's dream of the electrician to my facebook page. hope you can read it
Phil Austin: cat: odd, all of it. Odd lives, odd occurrences, odd demises, odd lives.
jahgust: The best of times, the New York Times!
Hal O'Dali: @electric... everyone is welcome to post things to the FB page.
DaSchnifter: Later, Fireheads! I've got to run. All the best!
Merlyn: see ya schnifter
electric: cease~ i don't know who you are on fb.. maybe put it on the Firesign page?
cease: as i commented to one of lili's facebook postings today about pete's death, death is no one's friend
JMan: If I may be so impertinent... when was Peter diagnosed with leukemia?
||||||||| Clem enters at 8:22 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and scurries off to the Chapeau Manger.
Gov'tTweeny: Hi Clem
llanwydd: hi Clem
cease: is there a firesign page? yes i'll definitely contribute. i have tons of stuff, memories
mukluks: is speaking in Firesignese a form of Tourette's syndrome?
jahgust: Clem!
||||||||| At 8:23 PM, JMan dashes out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
electric: ah, well, i was hoping that people that already know where they are would post the creme de la creme ;)
electric: http://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Firesign-Theatre
||||||||| "Hey nancy!" ... nancy turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 8:23 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'nancy', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:23 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom...
llanwydd: Tween, I hope I didn't confuse you with my email the other day
||||||||| 8:24 PM -- fordprefect left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
Phil Austin: One night on the Original RFO, Pete and I played Jr. Walker and the All Stars' "I'm a Road runner, Baby" all night long, over and over, each time as if it were new to us, each time making each other laugh. It's on Utube. Peter and I share a love of old-time fifties RandB
balcony: Find me in the uncle room.
Merlyn: You need the number, electric: http://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Firesign-Theatre/282668140208
Hal O'Dali: @JMan, I believe Pete has known about the leukemia for a few months, but felt good about the prognosis. His eapid demise was wholly unexpected. He assured everyone his illness was treatable.
||||||||| fordprefect enters at 8:24 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and scurries off to the Chapeau Manger.
Phil Austin: halodali
||||||||| It's 8:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| albeitcrazy - dead from the yaws
 ||||||||| Tirebiter - dead from jaundice
 ||||||||| AtoZ - dead from the fiddlers
 ||||||||| compositeur - dead from the fiddlers
 ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
nancy: love that i can hear "how can you be in two places...on youtube
||||||||| Outside, the 8:25 PM uptown bus from Billville pulls away, leaving AtoZ coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
mukluks: that happened to my friend's brother
Phil Austin: halodali's take on the leukemia matches mine. Pete only told OOna and me about a month ago.
mukluks: his leukemia turned bad all of a sudden
Hal O'Dali: Hiya, Mr. A
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies 30-W into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, mutters something about 8:25 PM, then departs.
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 8:25 PM, dragging melvert by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this web surfer?"
mukluks: and he died quickly
||||||||| Catherwood enters with terminal close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 8:26 PM tree-stunting plans, and scurries off to the sitting room.
Merlyn: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SSosQRiXiPw Junior Walker & The Allstars - (I'm A) Roadrunner
Phil Austin: Yeah, the quickness of his death is some kind of blessing.
llanwydd: I had no idea he was sick. was he keeping it a secret, Phil?
melvert: FIL died at 75 of leukemia too - sudden and unexpected. evil disease.
jahgust: Phil I think that is what i love about the radio stuff is the element of sponataneous guffaw from everyone!
Hal O'Dali: He complained of feeling lethargic but was formulating ideas for the next podcast. We had a meeting scheduled for Monday.
cease: fuck death
Moishechazzer: Lots of memories of time spent together. Of course, nothing like yours, Phil.
mukluks: definitely
chicagofish: Ditto, cease.
nancy: when did you guys last perform together?
Phil Austin: and check out the lyrics for Roadrunner: I'm going to live the life ...
jahgust: Indeed cease.
llanwydd: I don't know if you heard it but you would have liked it
||||||||| uhclem tiptoes in around 8:28 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last month's "unpleasant incident."
Hal O'Dali: I think "Roadrunner" is a damn fine piece of poetry... and you can dance to it!
freedmania: Recently some Guy said to me, "Life's serious. It's death that's the joke." I didn't get it.
Phil Austin: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SSosQRiXiPw
chicagofish: I always preferred "Life is a joke and death is the punchline."
InTheWood: When are any of you gobs coming to New York?
llanwydd: I just wrote a line that vanished. I'll write it again. I heard a really touching tribute to Peter on NPR yesterday morning
llanwydd: anybody else hear that?
thedoge: or, to quote Walt Kelly's Porkypine, "don't take life so seriously, son. It ain't nohow permanent"
freedmania: That, I get. My life seems to be a shaggy dog story...
mukluks: when my daughter was 3, she used to say, "when you're dead, you're dead, when you're not, you're not.
nancy: used to like "death is easy, comedy is hard"
Merlyn: lyrics here: http://www.metrolyrics.com/im-a-roadrunner-lyrics-junior-walker-and-the-all-stars.html
cease: muk, your daughter was wise
electric: any individual projects in the works, Phil?
freedmania: You mean, until you started doing comedy?
mukluks: yes, she still is cease
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "8:30 PM and late as usual, it's sakredkow, just back from Billville."
Hal O'Dali: If you want "touching" - I would encourage everyone to listen to Petes last Radio Free Oz padcast... the last minute will give chills.
jahgust: Death takes no prisoners...
Philbert: Thanks, Phil, I think you just gave me an idea of ONE way I'm going to remember Peter - by listening to I'm a Roadrunner over and over tonight. Full blast. Fuck the neighbors.
llanwydd: it wasn't very long, about 2 minutes, I think but it was very very nice
cease: what are all these indians doing ehre?
llanwydd: pass me one
fordprefect: yeah, checked that out last night, agreed
jahgust: Nothing...but...Indians...
cease: sakred cow, sacred herb
electric: nobody in their right mind would live in this stinking desert
llanwydd: I would have loved to meet Peter and I almost did once
llanwydd: at Town Hall in NYC 1981
sakredkow: It's e
mukluks: i met his mom and dad
sakredkow: It's me
nancy: did peter like this song?
Hal O'Dali: If you've heard his work, I think you've met Peter.
cease: let that be a lesson to you, llan
nancy: roadrunner
cease: muk, really?
Moishechazzer: First time I met him was probably '75 or '76 when he & Proctor played a club in Evanston, IL - Amazingrace.
llanwydd: after the show I went to the stage door and there were a lot of fans waiting in line. then they opened the theatre and all 4 of them were on the stage
fordprefect: Met the lads briefly at the Cascade (redding) show couple of Junes ago. Fun.
cease: good point, hal
freedmania: What a swell dip in the river ... gotta go. Gnite, everyone...
mukluks: yes, in Buffalo in 1972, Proctor and Bergman. we sat next to his folks. they were so sweet and proud of him.
||||||||| At 8:34 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, freedmania!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
llanwydd: I saw Peter on the stage and he vanished quickly. so did Ossman who I would also have liked to see
sakredkow: What have I missed? Who's winning?
mukluks: his mom was the best
electric: it's been a butte...
Moishechazzer: I BS'd my way back stage. He told a joke involving the Heisenberg Uncertainty Principle. I was the only 1 in the room who got it. After that, we'd hang out whenever they came to Chicago.
AtoZ: Pete Best is dead too ?!
Phil Austin: We'd be up all night, just the two of us at the end, in the Late Sixties, and I, as producer, would get Pete on the phones talking to everyone interesting in LA at the time and I'd hit Roadrunner every time we needed a music cue and then I'd come on the mic and pretend to be a caller and we'd start in and eventually it would be three in the morning and outside on Ventura Boulevard the deer would be feeding, having come down the mountain above The Farm and we'd just be laughing to ourselves, two idiots on the radio.
mukluks: no
Gov'tTweeny: About the same time I saw them in DC at Lisner Auditorium, mukluks (72/73)
llanwydd: very interesting thing though, is I'm certain I saw Peter's parents at the stage door. that's who everyone was saying they were and the man looked just like Peter except what little hair he had was white
mukluks: ah, wasn't it fun Gov?
cease: i shared a joint with before their ash grove show in 69, bergman was wearing a very colourful red shirt.
AtoZ: Try to chime in on an iPhone !... Oy !!
Gov'tTweeny: Sounds like great times, Phil :)
electric: i'd give my nonexistent right nut to have been an ear listening to that radio back in the late sixties.
mukluks: i brought my squirt gun
cease: wow phil. beautfiul memory
jahgust: Sounds like more fun than a bag of sugar Phil!
||||||||| Catherwood escorts rgms7 in through the front door at 8:36 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
llanwydd: that's a cool story cat
chicagofish: rgms? Are you a mutant?
Phil Austin: every time I hear roadrunner now, I start to cry and that doesn't mean that Pete and I didn't spend over half our time together battling like wolves. It turns out we were friends all along. Night everyone. Thanks for all your kindnesses. Pete thanks you. I thank you.
mukluks: night Phil, thanks!
||||||||| "Hey Phil Austin!" ... Phil Austin turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 8:36 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
chicagofish: Gnight, Phil.
nancy: sweet! I'm sorry for your loss phil.
Gov'tTweeny: mukluks - you bet :)
balcony: Thank you Phil.
||||||||| "Hey Hal O'Dali!" ... Hal O'Dali turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 8:37 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
electric: thank you, Phil! goodnight! ♥
Moishechazzer: & I thank you, Phil, for aal the fun & joy you've brought into the world.
cease: you do know how to use that word, phil
puppet guy: nite phil, and thank you
residualecho: Thanks again for all the mindless fellowship. Got to exit left to Funway.
InTheWood: Thanks, Phil.
||||||||| At 8:37 PM, melvert vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
Merlyn: Nite phil!
||||||||| Around 8:37 PM, nancy walks off into the sunset...
fordprefect: Thanks, dear friends....
jahgust: Night Phil Take care man!
Merlyn: and thanks
Moishechazzer: One thing you could NEVER call Firesign is "mindless"!
||||||||| At 8:38 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, residualecho!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
APRyason: Good night Phil, Good night all.
||||||||| At 8:38 PM, Moishechazzer rushes out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
||||||||| At 8:38 PM, APRyason scurries out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
electric: thanks for the chat, everyone. Remember what the Great Spirit said: "follow the peaceful way"
uhclem: I guess that just leaves you and me, Ray
Gov'tTweeny: Well, they did the London show w/o Phil Austin, so maybe there's still hope for some future live appearances. It is hard to do without all 4 though, I'm sure :/
llanwydd: ain't that the truth, Moishe
cease: always a good idea, electric
llanwydd: electric or eclectic. I said live it or live with it
electric: Phil said it wasn't likely, GT, but we can hope for something in the future.
Gov'tTweeny: OK Indians, The Winning Of The West, take 3...
||||||||| It's 8:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| NeuroManson - dead from jaundice
 ||||||||| Groat - dead from pneumonia
 ||||||||| DaSchnifter - dead from the fiddlers
 ||||||||| R.Clem - dead from the fiddlers
 ||||||||| Slau - dead from jaundice
 ||||||||| bob noxious - dead from measles
 ||||||||| Clem - dead from dengue fever
 ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
chicagofish: By the way...Domini, Domini, Domini...you're all Catholics now.
Philbert: Anyone associated with the RFO podcast on here now?
cease: that was very civil of austin, showing up on chat
jahgust: If they got together it should be like as they would have done for the radio shows. They all had times where they were not there for whatever reason
llanwydd: if they can work without David, theoretically they could work without Peter
||||||||| 8:40 PM: nancy jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
llanwydd: however, as in the former case, it wouldn't be the same
cease: yes llan, they did make plans to work without dave
Merlyn: I can communicate with them, Philbert
||||||||| nancy leaves to catch the 8:41 PM train to Piqua.
Merlyn: what did you need?
cease: i was there
cease: but without pete, i don't think so
||||||||| mukluks leaves at 8:41 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..."
electric: HIGH HO ELECTRIC BLUE, AWAAAAAAAAAAAYYY
cease: so was merl and doc tech
jahgust: They all did various off shoots, many of which worked well. of course it certainly would not be the same...crapdoodles...
llanwydd: I know Peter was the founder, even the inventor of The Firesign Theatre.
cease: did anyone here get the impression from austin that he considered the group performing without bergman?
Philbert: OK, Merlyn. Just was wondering if they plan on doing something to honor Pete, maybe wrap the whole thing up, something of that nature. I know Pete was really into it,.
llanwydd: it's kind of funny, though, that neither bergman nor proctor made a solo album
Gov'tTweeny: Axtually cease, I thought he was saying the opposite
cease: funny is the wrong word
Gov'tTweeny: but you never know what the future might bring
Bunnyboy: Dogs are fed. All is well.
Merlyn: Philbert, everyone, the next few RFO shows will probably be some of Peter's favorite music, Doctech is arranging stuff with Pete's daughter Lily
fordprefect: did see a solo show from bergman in downtown la in the 80s, Help me out of my head i think it was titled. fum show.
Bunnyboy: Well...
electric: oh man.. i'm catching even MORE nuances whilte listening to W. C. Fields Forever right now.. oh man.. so brilliant...
Gov'tTweeny: Well, Bergman did release True Confessions
llanwydd: well, I didn't mean "funny" (ha ha)
||||||||| Catherwood ushers John in through the front door at 8:44 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
NO_anchovies: neither did Laurel nor Hardy... nor Abbott, nor Costello... nor... Oh wait... Dean Martin did.
Merlyn: Bergman did a lot of solo stuff, true
Gov'tTweeny: but I'm not sure you could call than an 'album' per se
jahgust: How is Lilly doing by the way? Anyone know?
llanwydd: isn't it great that you never get it all?
cease: doctech is in touch with lili? great!
fordprefect: fun, not fum wth that is i wouldn't know.
cease: llan, that's the point. there is no all
llanwydd: hmm?
chicagofish: Dear Friends...it's been unreal. Thanks for being here.
llanwydd: "there is no all" is interesting but it never occured to me
cease: you too, fish
Merlyn: There is no All, there is Cheer and Tide
NO_anchovies: i also heard rumor of a Harpo Marx solo album covering Led Zeppelin on the harp?
Philbert: My overwhelming urge in all this is to do something to express the values that Pete expressed in his work, something to honor him, yet I'm having trouble. I loved what he was doing but never could manifest the kind of enthusiasm, creativity and hope that seemed to be his nature.
llanwydd: thanks for stopping by, chicagofish
Bunnyboy: N_a: Hardy, Laurel and Costello all made solo films. Unsure about Bud Abbott.
||||||||| Catherwood leads The President inside, makes a note of the time (8:46 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
electric: ♥ chicagofish may you not see a paisley sunrise
llanwydd: was that a non-sequitur, No_Anchovies?
fordprefect: Philbert: and enrgy--the gut seemed to have that in spades.
cease: phil, i think as a creative person, you will find a way to do what you seek to do
fordprefect: guy, not gut, dammitall!
||||||||| Outside, the 8:47 PM bus from Virginia pulls away, leaving soylentia coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
fordprefect: my type fu has abandoned me!
electric: are you not groovy, ford?
cease: mustangs were groovy
fordprefect: as the next frood, I suppose, too much ol'Janx Spirit, mayhap
llanwydd: soylentia is PEOPLE
Merlyn: 30-W, your name has confused Nino so much he puts you in France
electric: we're sending you in for re-grooving.
cease: didnt bergman make a movie in france?
30-W: Never been to France, might be a change
fordprefect: I'll be re-grooving down in the garage in a few minutes...
Merlyn: do not recall cat
InTheWood: Was it mentioned earlier where/how Proctor and Ossman are tonight?
Philbert: I was literally listening to the episodes of RFO that I'd missed, catching up for when Pete returned from his illness, when my wife called to tell me the news. I haven't gone back to finish up yet.
cease: with belmondo,. its n the ny times obit
jahgust: I thought that movie was in Germany cease?
Merlyn: Wood, Proctor is in Hawaii, Ossman is in San Bernardino or someplace
cease: dont know, but it was a french flick
llanwydd: yes, it was called waiting for the electrician or someone like him. but he didn't spend much time in france
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'Jubal', just granted probation at 8:51 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
porgy: what es a frinch flick
soylentia: llanwydd - yes, we are legion, but we are also only borrowed, thanks in advance :)
Philbert: Earlier today I accidentally clicked on Peter's chat icon on FB and got the following message: "Peter is offline, but you can still send him a message." I thought maybe I'd send something that said what I always wanted to but couldn't think of anything.
cease: i know bergman lived in germany, and england
John: I'm someplace; don't see Ossman here
electric: they made wating for the electrician into a movie? *perk*
NO_anchovies: ok bozos & bozoettes... thanks for keeping the homefires burning, until we too, become worm meat. G' nite all. Hasta la Bye-Bye, Pete.
||||||||| At 8:52 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, NO_anchovies!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
cease: weird, phil. when my daughter was killed, her phone kept asking for a message in her voice
InTheWood: It was swell indeed of P. Austin to check in tonight.
Merlyn: see you in my pizzas, anchovies
soylentia: Philbert, did you send him a message? I'm wondering if FB's timeline goes into the future
cease: by no
Merlyn: yeah, inthewood
llanwydd: well, that matchlight film was made somewhere in europe, wasn't it? I thought it was in paris
Philbert: I did not send a message but I'm trying to think of something I mioght have said to him if given the chance.
electric: oh weird.. "Saddam Clinton Powell" is the name of the "founder" of the future US in Le Trente-Huit Cunegonde /boggle
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Gordo close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 8:54 PM tree-stunting plans, and scurries off to the vestibule.
cease: I thought it was Sodom
llanwydd: Hi Gordo
||||||||| It's 8:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| puppet guy - dead from The Plague
 ||||||||| balcony - dead from pneumonia
 ||||||||| chicagofish - dead from the common cold
 ||||||||| thedoge - dead from the common cold
 ||||||||| sakredkow - dead from dengue fever
 ||||||||| rgms7 - dead from pneumonia
 ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
electric: Phil.. do send a message. i'm sure he'd appreciate it even though he's nolonger checking it
Merlyn: A head of their Time
jahgust: Ah cease I just choked up a bit there and I am not kidding. My heart goes out to you as well.
electric: Merlyn~ the whole album was ahead of its time
Merlyn: I'd suggest against sending a message
cease: thanks, jah
soylentia: Philbert - you're inspiring me to finally tell him how I longed for his body, but that might be rude now that he's misplaced his
Philbert: Maybe we should all send messages...
Merlyn: His daughter may have to go through his messages
cease: that would be depressing to her, phil
Philbert: I;m sure Pete would have gotten a kick out of that. Remember, Phil Austin said he appreciate inappropriate laughter.
Merlyn: just post on his wall, people have been doing it all day
electric: that's why a NICE message would probably be okay.
soylentia: Merlyn - good point, that is a painful task
AtoZ: Philbert - aren't we now ?
Jubal: but not TOO nice
electric: heh.
Merlyn: she's only about 26 or so, right cat? Lily?
Philbert: Yes, I guess so, but there's also that aspect of speaking directly to someone and not just "in memorium"
llanwydd: so, did pete keep his illness a secret? does anybody know
Merlyn: pretty much, llan, yes
jahgust: Evidently he only told the guys recently.
fordprefect: Think it's time to dig out the turntable, vinyl, and "other accoutrements", and get ready for a "blast from the past"!
||||||||| Alan Gross bounds in at 8:58 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 8:58 PM, dragging Groat by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this web surfer?"
Alan Gross: Someone lose a door knocker?
cease: he told me her age, but i forget which year
cease: hi alan. groat
Merlyn: This XM radio panorama has Lily on the couch: https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/xmradio/xm2.html
electric: ah! i wondered where i put that
Merlyn: I think she was about 16 in 2001 if I remember
||||||||| "8:59 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Groat, who then rushes out through the french doors and down through the bushes.
Gov'tTweeny: XM was a great thing to do, archivally-speaking
Alan Gross: For those of you arriving late, here's a video tribute to Pete I posted on FaceBook: https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?v=3225906680255&set=vb.1044176983&type=2&theater
llanwydd: I'll never forget Peter Bergman as Joey Demographico at Town Hall in NYC
InTheWood: It makes listening to those last few RFO podcasts all the harder- knowing that he knew he was going to go soon.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 9 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
llanwydd: that was probably one of his best roles
Gov'tTweeny: A real look at how they worked together in the studio
||||||||| fordprefect says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, fordprefect exits at 10:00 PM.
jahgust: I would love to get a complete video of whatever was filmed for those XM shows. Any chance of that happening?
Gov'tTweeny: That would be a cool DVD release
Gov'tTweeny: an XM 'behind the scenes' sort of thing
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and announces "Announcing 'honey sanchez aka nancy', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 10:01 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom...
llanwydd: I didn't know about the xm shows, jahg. fill me in
electric: there, there!
cease: souonds like a good project
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies the Fool on the Hill inside, makes a note of the time (10:01 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
||||||||| "10:01 PM? 10:01 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Principalpoop should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Principalpoop enters and sits at the bar.
cease: hey honey. how sweet of you to drop in
cease: hi poop.
Merlyn: possible, jhag, up to Firesign. I think they think copyrights might be a problem
Hemlock Stones: hi there Poop
jahgust: DVD with files of the showsala like the Dukes release!
Principalpoop: hey all, condolences
Bunnyboy: My favorite, personal euphemism for death is Known Quantity.
cease: we know, poop
Principalpoop: worm food?
jahgust: Maybe XM owns those shows.
cease: bunny. that's kinda stupid
electric: yup. don't need drugs, listening to the Electrician is plenty trippy enough :D
jahgust: Hey Poop. The truest dfintion of the word BUMMER!
cease: did my daughter know she was going to die? nope
Bunnyboy: poop: To quote from the play and movie, THE DRESSER: "This isn't a place for death!"
Gov'tTweeny: The XM shows are free for viewing/listening from the FST site, so one would FST was the owner
Bunnyboy: cat: Apologies. I'm kind of a stupid sort.
cease: trippy can be good. not so much for bergman. austin is gone now but there is a story about bergman tripping out on the original rfo show and going to turkey
honey sanchez aka nancy: sidles up to the bar next to poop & sighs
jahgust: Not you poop but the situation...
Gov'tTweeny: *would think
honey sanchez aka nancy: Catherwood pleased bring me a blue moss
||||||||| Catherwood brings honey sanchez aka nancy a blue moss.
Hemlock Stones: If we continue to remem ber our friends, they never die in our hearts
cease: its ok, bun. this is the time for that sort of thing
llanwydd: I started to watch The Dresser. it had Albert Finney I think
cease: good point, hemlock
Principalpoop: in principal i am a bummer, usually
electric: cease~ i should hope so :D
Bunnyboy: On the odd occasion I speculate on my own mortality, Known Quantity is close as I come to terms with it.
llanwydd: catherwood, bring me a ground zero with a mickey
||||||||| Catherwood gets llanwydd a ground zero with a mickey.
||||||||| At 10:05 PM, honey sanchez aka nancy vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
Principalpoop: careful with those blue mosses, they grow on you
||||||||| Jax Mandrake bounds in at 10:05 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
cease: ok, good point, bun
||||||||| Outside, the 10:05 PM bus from Elmertown pulls away, leaving Juicy & Ethyl coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Jax Mandrake: hey in there, open up! your door knocker fell off!
Bunnyboy: Wish I could hop on board with Kurzweil's singularity theory...but I ain't there.
cease: we do know we're going to die. probably bergman did too. but we didnt' expect it now
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Bightrethighrehighre into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mutters something about 10:06 PM, then departs.
llanwydd: high jacks
Principalpoop: it mysteriously disappeared
electric: oh god.. "Leather Thighs".. my dad used to LOVE quoting that lasciviously when we listened to it :D
cease: hi juicy and ethyl
Principalpoop: hey big, other arrivals
Bunnyboy: llan: And Tom Courtnay.
cease: sounds like a lot of lubrication
Juicy & Ethyl: I am so sorry to pop in and out, but I am having a bit of reload problems
cease: hi big
llanwydd: hi juicy, where is Hey, Zeus?
Juicy & Ethyl: I am so sorry to pop in and out, but I am having a bit of reload problems
Principalpoop: like a crazy electric monkey, not a problem
electric: anybody got any lynch?
Principalpoop: and ethyl, are you regular, or premium? roll up your arm and bend over
John: Alan Gross - very nice video you got there.
Jax Mandrake: all for one... and all for one! let me hear it for me! *you're under arrest!*
Principalpoop: lynch? not in this burg, you are looking for farwell
Juicy & Ethyl: ahhhhh hay zeus umm he is out in the desert taking some peyote i believe...his astral body might show up to join us
Philbert: Yes, Alan, I agree with John.
Bightrethighrehighre: hi peeps, had to cry today
Juicy & Ethyl: ahhhhh hay zeus umm he is out in the desert taking some peyote i believe...his astral body might show up to join us
cease: its a big loss, big
Principalpoop: i had a flashback, or an echo, or bad glasses
Juicy & Ethyl: regular poop
electric: i think Pete beat the reaper in his own way. bet he's making the Reaper play.
cease: i never expected to outlive bergman
electric: bad peyote.
||||||||| It's 9:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| boatini - dead from the fiddlers
 ||||||||| The President - dead from the common cold
 ||||||||| Jubal - dead from intense demonic possession
 ||||||||| Gordo - dead from jaundice
 ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
llanwydd: hey, zeus wouldn't be in north america. he doesn't like it there
Alan Gross: Thanks, folks. Glad you like the video. I cried a few times during its preparation.
InTheWood: I must say, I didn't even shed tears for George Carlin as I did today.
Bightrethighrehighre: I still can't believe it. time for a HUGE group hug, fellow Fireheads....
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 10:10 PM, dragging novschmozkapoop by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
Principalpoop: that is why we are here big, wait, no tongue please
cease: of course, alan
llanwydd: well, george carlin was rather sorry for himself, if I may say
novschmozkapoop: nope
electric: *share the Plague in the group hug*
Philbert: I love all the FT guys equally, but years ago (late 70's?) I had a weird dream where Pete showed up so I always had a slightly weird feeling-connection to him. Maybe it's the Ohio thing.
jahgust: With him passing relatively to soon, his Mom comes tomind who lived to some ripe old age of 95 I think right?
Jax Mandrake: everybody up on the ceiling for reverse isometrics
electric: wait.. Catherwood, give me the Plague
||||||||| Catherwood gives electric the plague.
John: "He's one of us...I think..."
Bunnyboy: If there is an afterlife, maybe Pete gets to hang out with Phil Hartmann and Richard Paul, again.
cease: bergman wasn't one of us. he was one of what we wished to be
Merlyn: yes jahgust, in her 90s at least
electric: okay, NOW i'm ready for the group hug.
llanwydd: I know other people who have dreamt about peter
novschmozkapoop: zzzz
Jax Mandrake: I will still dream of peter (and the rest)
Juicy & Ethyl: oh!
Jax Mandrake: I habitually fall asleep with Firesign Theatre playing over my stereo all night long
Bunnyboy hugs the group...even Catherwood.
||||||||| Catherwood walks up to Bunnyboy and asks "Did you need me?"
soylentia: cease, you just said a mouthful
Bunnyboy: Oh, Catherwood. I always need you.
||||||||| Catherwood gives you.
llanwydd: now I wish, bobsbrazerkoloung was still online
Bunnyboy: Caterwood gives, and gives, and gives, and this is the thanks he gets.
Merlyn: what was the URL llan?
llanwydd: fantastic! Catherwood's best line.
||||||||| Catherwood walks over to llanwydd and says "Something I can help with?"
Principalpoop: give yourself thanks catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood hands himself thanks.
Bunnyboy: Sorry. I'll try that again...
Merlyn: archive.org can give you a stubstitute
Jax Mandrake: thanks catherwood. amscray, usterbay.
||||||||| Catherwood walks up to Jax Mandrake and says "Did you need me?"
jahgust: Jax I do that too. It's like it lulls the lizard brain
Bunnyboy: Catherwood gives, and gives, and gives, and this is the thanks he gets.
||||||||| Catherwood rushes up to Bunnyboy and mumbles "Someone mention my name?"
llanwydd: what URL, Merlyn?
Jax Mandrake: whatever that eansmay
electric: Catherwood, may i see your passport
||||||||| Catherwood pretends not to hear electric
||||||||| Jubal enters at 10:14 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Hat Pack Annex.
Principalpoop: wb jubal
Merlyn: oh, you meant http://clubs.yahoo.com/clubs/bobsbrazerkolounge ?
llanwydd: may I see your passport please
Jubal: For those who haven't seen it, here is a great piece on Peter, and also shows the Jack Poet Volkswagen commercials: http://www.dangerousminds.net/comments/farewell_dear_friend_peter_bergman_1939_2012
cease: i see it's been painted brown
Principalpoop: oh, it ain't no use if you ain't got the boost
||||||||| "10:16 PM? 10:16 PM!!" says Catherwood, "LennonandMarx should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as LennonandMarx enters and sits in the comfy chair.
llanwydd: Jubal, are you named after Jubal Troop or some other Jubal?
cease: yes dangerous minds is great
cease: chairs are always comfy when firesign is being played
Jubal: My name comes from the Bible, in the book of Genesis
llanwydd: I wonder if John Lennon and Groucho Marx ever met. I hope so.
cease: i think they did
LennonandMarx: I don't know but The Beatles were compared to them.
Jubal: Genesis 4:21
Gov'tTweeny: Krassner tells stories about having met Marx
electric: Malcolm X John Lennon, come here.
Jax Mandrake: proctor to groucho: "we put you on the cover of our album because we love you." groucho: "I love me too."
cease: doing acid with groucho. great story
Alan Gross: Gotta run. I'll try to check in again later. Peace out!
Jubal: The Beatles didn't deserve to be quoted by them
cease: by alan. thanks for smliing on my wall all these years
llanwydd: I know the Bible but I don't remember Jubal
Merlyn: thanks alan
electric: bye Alan. it was nice chatting with you :)
llanwydd: I do remember a glenn ford movie with rod steiger called Jubal
jahgust: Gotta run as well. Might drop by later as well.
||||||||| jahgust leaves to catch the 10:19 PM train to Rhode Island.
cease: wow, record setting hale storms in hawaii. hope proc is still alive
Jubal: Heard Mr. Liverface earlier, one of Peter's funniest bits
llanwydd: Mandrake, are you sure of that?
||||||||| At 10:19 PM, Juicy & Ethyl dashes out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
Philbert: Reading the Dangerous Minds tribute. I really wish he had written that autobiography. He led an amazing life.
electric: hail on Kauai is uncommon, but not something that hasn't happened before. i'm sure he's okay :)
cease: 4 feet of rain
cease: indeed, phil. maybe lili will write it
Jubal: http://boingboing.net/2012/03/09/firesign-theaters-peter-berg.html
electric: if he's not in Hanalei, Haena, or in those parts, he should be clear of any issues that would arise from flooding :)
Jubal: That link has several of Peter's funniest audio clips
llanwydd: f"Mr Liverface, you're a butcher. what should I feed my cat?" "Feed him dog". NOT WOOF-WOOF"! "no, not woof-woof".
Jax Mandrake: llanwydd: phil recounted the story on one of the radio hour hour shows
Jubal: LOL
llanwydd: I've never heard Hour Hour
InTheWood: I've fallen asleep listening to Radio Hour Hour from DOMM many times in the last year.
cease: great post, jubal
cease: i recorded hour hour's las 6 shows
Jax Mandrake: the whole duke of madness motors package is great
llanwydd: I regret that I don't have internet radio
cease: yeah you need it, llan
Gov'tTweeny: Man, you really have to get an actual computer one of hese days ;)
Gov'tTweeny: *these
cease: lol
Jax Mandrake: I know I'll never get the firesign theatre out of my head
cease: good for your head, jax
Jax Mandrake: I made my own superhero on the PS3 game DC Universe Online
InTheWood: especially in dreams!
Jax Mandrake: and I called him Dr Memory
Principalpoop: oh nick you are such a tool
||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| novschmozkapoop - dead from measles
 ||||||||| porgy - dead from pneumonia
 ||||||||| AtoZ - dead from the yaws
 ||||||||| 30-W - dead from intense demonic possession
 ||||||||| terminal - dead from dengue fever
 ||||||||| the Fool on the Hill - dead from pneumonia
 ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
llanwydd: I can't remember a fst dream but I'm sure I've had them
Principalpoop: G U R U
Jax Mandrake: not quite the solution I expected
electric: P U
llanwydd: I'm not at all happy with the flash card section
Principalpoop: oh, it is plaid again
Principalpoop: But they sure know where milk comes from
Jax Mandrake: the war against the cows is over!
electric: gonna pop out now.. it was nice to chat with all you Lovers. 'til we chat again, and hopefully on happier terms.. ♥ ;)
Principalpoop: How is Nan?
Principalpoop: ciao electric
llanwydd: nite, electric
Jax Mandrake: Nan is crushed by the experience
cease: my wife went to india in 99. she said the cows there looked really happy, no concept that they'd be eaten
cease: yes electric. to happy times
||||||||| electric leaves at 10:29 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..."
Principalpoop: i like mine with lettuce and tomato
cease: you are crushed by lettuce and tomato?
||||||||| soylentia scurries out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's soylentia?! It's 10:30 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
llanwydd: there is a verse in Ecclesiastes. something like "Too much knowledge leads to sadness"
llanwydd: something like that
Principalpoop: sure, ignorance is bliss
cease: there is a chicago based restaurnat empire called Lettuce Entertain You
John: Ask Jubal, he's in the Bible
cease: ive eaten great meals at several of their restaurants
Jax Mandrake: as the great wise guy Confusion said: "dipstick in water turn third-class man into first-class boy!"
cease: so is the word "bib'
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'Jiver', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 10:32 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
Principalpoop: give the people a light, and they will follow it anywhere
llanwydd: I remember Phil Proctor using that line
llanwydd: good evening, Jiver
Principalpoop: wotsop jiver
||||||||| At 10:32 PM, Jiver vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
Hemlock Stones: I am glad i saw some of the past before they cleaned it
llanwydd: that's not what I meant
cease: is that earl jive?
Jax Mandrake: llan: Rocky Rococo in Three Faces of Al
John: Was it something we said?
Principalpoop: nino is working hard
llanwydd: exactly
llanwydd: glad you heard it, Mandrake
Jax Mandrake: 3 face has my all time favourite joke ever
Principalpoop: the one about the priest, whore and the duck?
Jax Mandrake: when Al comes down with Multiple Identity, nick danger: "he shot herself!!"
llanwydd: that joke comes up here on occasion
llanwydd: if I remember right, it's Dexter Fong who loves that joke
Jax Mandrake: lifetime member of the Funny Names Club of America
Principalpoop: several al alficinados here
Jax Mandrake: alficionado? that should be the name of Weird Al Yankovic's next album
Principalpoop: alfredo, get off my back
Principalpoop: which is the one with spinich?
Bunnyboy: llan: "light" line is from DWARF. Principal Poop.
cease: where is dex tonight? and elayne?
Jax Mandrake: what is reality?
Bunnyboy: But I came back late.
llanwydd: he came up with a title I wanted to use, "Bad Hair Day" and he didn't use it well
Principalpoop: you bet
cease: reality is the fact that bergman is dead
Bunnyboy: What was the 3 FACES/Rocky line?
Bunnyboy: Bernard Flapdoodle.
Jax Mandrake: bunnyboy: "As the great wiseguy Confusion say: dipstick in water turn third class man into first class boy! Nehehehehe"
Principalpoop: something about anchovies, as I recal
cease: the firesign theatre, as we knew it, is no more
cease: that's astonishingly depressing
Jax Mandrake: I think I'm beginning to figure it out even without a script
llanwydd: you have your way of saying it, cat. has always been "death be no good". a paraphrase of a john gunther book.
Bunnyboy: We're all Firesign, all the time. Just click your heels!
||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Alan Gross - dead from the yaws
 ||||||||| uhclem - dead from dengue fever
 ||||||||| Jubal - dead from dengue fever
 ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Jax Mandrake: cease: PA said in the funway montage "there'll be a 21st century Firesign, that's a promise"
cease: death be not proud, john gunther quoting john donne.
llanwydd: pardon me for stating this without the proper grammar
Bunnyboy: Firesign lives. Firefly lives. Elvis lives.
cease: jax. there has been. i think there is no more
Jax Mandrake: I intend to carry it on as a proud Natural Surrealist
Merlyn: jax, that's from a Dr Demento show, at a time when Ossman wasn't in the group
Principalpoop: God spelled backward is Dog and Live spelled backwards is Evil
llanwydd: the tv movie back in the 70s left a great impression on me
cease: it would be intresting for the remainig guys to turn out new work together, but it will never be the same
Jax Mandrake: dog spelled backwards is deal (PB giving away Nurgi's puppies)
llanwydd: as I said, if they can do it without dave, they can do it without peter
Principalpoop: the show must go on, ethyl merman, aquaman
llanwydd: I was a dr demento fanatic when I was 12 and 13
cease: yes llan, the surviving lads may well do stuff toghether. they remain pals
InTheWood: Right, it's Back to The Shadows Again for me. Many thanks to all venerable Fireheads for the rare conversation on this heavy night.
Jax Mandrake: I write surreal comedy of my own, influenced by the firesigns
||||||||| Barney enters at 10:42 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and dashes off to the Hat Pack Annex.
Principalpoop: forward, into the past
cease: indeed, in the
cease: hi barn
Bunnyboy: Anybody see the mockup of Aquaman, riding a behemoth sea-monster Cthulu? Caption: "AQUAMAN - WHO'S USELESS NOW?"
Jax Mandrake: it's a poor imitation at best, but I try
cease: in need of food. will return
||||||||| InTheWood leaves to catch the 10:43 PM train to New York.
||||||||| At 10:43 PM, cease scurries out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
llanwydd: I'm interested to look at your work, Jax
llanwydd: can you send me some?
Principalpoop: bon ap cat
Jax Mandrake: I can give you some samples here
Bunnyboy: Merlyn: how's doc doin'?
Jax Mandrake: following the proud commercial parody tradition, I've developed Addwater Foods
Merlyn: ok bboy, I think he's just real busy
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Kravery close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 10:45 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the vestibule.
Jax Mandrake: which are available at Secondhand Foods Stores and Shoplifter's Markets
Principalpoop: hey kravery
Kravery: Hey hey
llanwydd: I'm sure Shoplifters would carry it
||||||||| Uh, Howard steals in around 10:46 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident."
||||||||| Kravery says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Kravery exits at 10:46 PM.
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and announces "Presenting 'Kravery', just granted probation at 10:46 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Kravery: iPad
llanwydd: hi Kravery and Howard
Jax Mandrake: iSee
John: In or out, Kravery, in or out...
Kravery: SAd night
Principalpoop: too true
||||||||| Outside, the 10:48 PM crosstown bus from Illinois pulls away, leaving plchoristers coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Kravery: Tell tHe Zepho tuBe in this iPad
Jax Mandrake: service means economy, economy means dependability, dependability means performance, and performance means little or nothing at all if one of these drops out of the back of your car
Principalpoop: hahahahaha cough cough
llanwydd: well, I'm heading out for about a half hour. be back
Principalpoop: ok llan
Merlyn: ok llan
Merlyn: I may finally exit soon
Merlyn: been on about 9 hours
Principalpoop: i wondered about you M, thanks so much
Kravery: I'm juSt droppIng by foR a quick snoRt
Gov'tTweeny: Thanks Merlyn
Principalpoop: the site and everything, a super super job
Gov'tTweeny: Thanks for everyting you do for FST and the Fireheads
John: Hear, Hear!
John: or is that here, here?
Kravery: I waS surprised hoW hard this hit mE
Kravery: There there
Principalpoop: epic, the end of an era
John: Yeah, me too.
Kravery: Made me realize how Much a part of my Life they are
Jax Mandrake: I look at it this way: having picked up Whitney Houston, Grid needed serious entertainment
Bunnyboy: Thanks, Merlyn. Hang in there!
Bunnyboy: And here.
John: Well, just remember..."Pain is God's way of hurting us"...and He sure did a job on us this week.
Bunnyboy: And everywhere.
Kravery: I was listeninG to the sUmatra LP tues night for the first timE in a long whilE. Ironice
||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| LennonandMarx - dead from The Plague
 ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Merlyn: This chat and yesterday's chat will be archived
John: Well, getting off the bus. Thanks, all.
Merlyn: and the revolution will be televised
Jax Mandrake: tis about time to walk the dog over myself and head to bed
Jax Mandrake: good bless you and god night
Merlyn: nite
||||||||| Merlyn leaves at 10:55 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..."
Kravery: Nite all
Principalpoop: i will take a break too
||||||||| "Hey Principalpoop!" ... Principalpoop turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 10:55 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
||||||||| Audrie Farber sneaks in around 10:56 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last month's "unpleasant incident."
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies laddieo into the room, accepts an I.O.U. as a gratuity, mutters something about 10:56 PM, then departs.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| 10:01 PM: AtoZ jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!"
||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and cease gets out at 10:05 PM.
cease: they come, they go
Bunnyboy: Keep Oz in your ears, folks...and in your hearts. Nitey!
||||||||| Bunnyboy leaves at 10:06 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: in your brain too, bun
||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Audrie Farber - dead from The Plague
 ||||||||| Jax Mandrake - dead from the yaws
 ||||||||| Philbert - dead from pneumonia
 ||||||||| John - dead from intense demonic possession
 ||||||||| Barney - dead from the common cold
 ||||||||| Uh, Howard - dead from The Plague
 ||||||||| Kravery - dead from Globner's disease
 ||||||||| plchoristers - dead from measles
 ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
cease: death seems to be going around
Gov'tTweeny: Yeah, Davey Jones, Ronnie Montrose...
Gov'tTweeny: They be droppin' like flies :(
Gov'tTweeny: Had no idea leukemia could sneak up on you like that :/
llanwydd: I had no idea pete was ill
Gov'tTweeny: Apparently, practically nobody did
cease: when i was in a hotel with pete and his then wife in 99, she was giving him handfulls of pills
llanwydd: were you here when I mentioned that I saw pete's parents in new york city?
cease: for something, maybe not what killedhim. but i knew he wasn't well then
cease: no that was 05
Gov'tTweeny: I thought he was only diagnosed 6 months ago
Gov'tTweeny: Oh, OK
Gov'tTweeny: So had prior health issues
cease: the leukemia, yes, but he's been in poor health for a long time
llanwydd: I used to think that leukemia was a childhood illness
cease: i was with doc tech and lili when we observed this. i'm sure they'll remember
llanwydd: I knew a boy who died from it
Gov'tTweeny: Nasty business
cease: yet he seemed so healthy on stage
cease: you never know
||||||||| Catherwood enters with ferret close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 10:23 PM tree-stunting plans, and rushes off to the Aviary.
llanwydd: Hey ferret
llanwydd: when did you last see him, cat?
cease: 2 years ago
ferret: hi, RIP Mr. B
cease: trhey performed at the whidbey island theatre. merl and i were there
cease: hi ferret
cease: yes, it is weirdly uncool
||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| laddieo - dead from pneumonia
 ||||||||| AtoZ - dead from the fiddlers
 ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
llanwydd: death be uncool
llanwydd: but I'm looking forward to the day when we will all say, "Death was a good thing after all". I'm still an optimist
cease: wont happen
llanwydd: did you happen to hear the NPR spot about Peter?
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies PorgyTireBiter into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 10:30 PM, then departs.
llanwydd: Hey Porg
PorgyTireBiter: are we all bozos on this bus ?
llanwydd: I hope so
Gov'tTweeny: honk
PorgyTireBiter: who has the key ?
cease: do you have a link, llan?
PorgyTireBiter: i forgotten mine
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 10:33 PM and redfred bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
cease: ive only got half a key. had to split it with the sound effects girl
PorgyTireBiter: ata go ROCKY
cease: i wonder where green fred is?
llanwydd: I'll never forget when I went to see FST at Town Hall in New York City there were people going around with Bozo noses outside the theatre before we went in. you could see them all over the street!
redfred: slightly singed last time I heard
llanwydd: link to what, Cat?
cease: the npr bit
Gov'tTweeny: Must have been quite a scene, LL :)
PorgyTireBiter: catherwood, just roll a couple of bomber and leave them on the side table
||||||||| Catherwood rushes alongside PorgyTireBiter and mumbles "Did you want me?"
llanwydd: I have a bozo nose but I've never worn it
cease: you want bombers or bummers?
PorgyTireBiter: i seem to have crushed it
cease: i be bombin out
cease: will check chat tomorrow.
||||||||| cease scurries out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's cease?! It's 10:36 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
PorgyTireBiter: farewell
||||||||| redfred leaves at 10:37 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..."
llanwydd: been such a long exposition, you know
PorgyTireBiter: sooo tired
llanwydd: I'm having a wonderful cigar right now
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 10:38 PM, dragging Zoroassman by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Firehead?"
PorgyTireBiter: you can put your mucklucks by the fire
llanwydd: Good evening Zoro. the sign of the z has arrived
||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Bightrethighrehighre - dead from dengue fever
 ||||||||| ferret - dead from The Plague
 ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
llanwydd: ferret just came in and walked out
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 10:41 PM and rick waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
rick: miss you medhead
||||||||| rick says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, rick exits at 10:41 PM.
llanwydd: well, I'm heading out. Special thanks to Peter wherever he is for starting this whole thing.
PorgyTireBiter: did you say that on the other side of the album ?
Gov'tTweeny: Yes, Long Live the spirit of Radio Free Oz
Zoroassman: This hasn't happened to me since "M"!
llanwydd: nite. see you thursday.
Zoroassman: Tea, madam?
||||||||| llanwydd hurries out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's llanwydd?! It's 10:44 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
PorgyTireBiter: why dont we sing something
Gov'tTweeny: The Universe Song?
PorgyTireBiter: where did the story begin
Zoroassman: No, just put your finger here...
Gov'tTweeny: lol, was thinking that one as well ;)
PorgyTireBiter: mr and mrs smith from anytown usa..
Gov'tTweeny: Also a good one
Zoroassman: Do you know what the fun in attributing agency is? No fees!
Gov'tTweeny puts on his wide belt and work shirt
||||||||| Catherwood ushers chromium.switch into the room, accepts a wooden nickel as a gratuity, grumbles something about 10:53 PM, then departs.
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and intones "Presenting 'Vandergraf', just granted probation at 10:53 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Gov'tTweeny: Evenin switch, graf
chromium.switch: Hi, getting in here a little late
PorgyTireBiter: catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood walks alongside PorgyTireBiter and asks "You called?"
PorgyTireBiter: tea, please
chromium.switch: Great to see so many posts on the memorial guestbook for Peter
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| Mileslangerhan steps in at 11:00 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
PorgyTireBiter: thats where the door knocker went
Zoroassman: What wonderful knockers... No, honest, honey, I was referring to an architectural feature...
Gov'tTweeny: Bluher!
||||||||| Elayne sneaks in around 11:05 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last month's "unpleasant incident."
Elayne: Evenin' all.
chromium.switch: Hi Elayne, Tom here
Elayne: Thanks for hosting this, Tom.
Elayne: Hey Kurt
Elayne: Don't know anyone else here, do I?
chromium.switch: Only been here a few minutes, got busy w/ Facebook posts
Gov'tTweeny: Hi E
Elayne: Hope Cat can make it. Oddly, I've been sleeping the last couple of hours and only just woke up and signed onto Facebook, where I saw your invite.
Elayne: Usually this would be a bit past my bedtime.
Gov'tTweeny: Cease said he's check back in tomorrow evening. Maybe a good idea to do that just for yuks over the next few days
Gov'tTweeny: The kitty's been and gone :/
||||||||| FreqMan enters at 11:07 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and scurries off to the Hat Pack Annex.
Gov'tTweeny: Check the log
Elayne: Could we perhaps meet earlier tomorrow? Gotta be up early Monday, after all...
Gov'tTweeny: Phil A was here earlier
Elayne: Dang, I'm sorry I missed him. How's he holding up?
Gov'tTweeny: That's what Cat was suggesting
FreqMan: Haven't been here in a decade or so... looks like the same old place
chromium.switch: Many things about Peter online - anyone heard something on TV or radio?
Elayne: Freq, I think you mean the Old Same Place.
Gov'tTweeny: The old Same place?
Gov'tTweeny: Apparently NPR did a short bit
FreqMan: Anyone have a key?
Elayne: Or the Not Insane Place, either one.
Gov'tTweeny: It's been in the online news, of course. Google and such
Elayne: Good, I'd expect NPR to do something. I saw BoingBoing posted about it as well.
Gov'tTweeny: Would you like to split with the sound effects man?
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'WHam', just granted probation at 11:09 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Vandergraf - dead from Globner's disease
 ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
chromium.switch: I have a collection of tribute links at chromiumswitch.org
Elayne: Very fitting that the digital world would take notice, Firesign has been digital, at least theoretically, since Before the Beginning.
WHam: No fun on the Funway this weekend, I fear...
Elayne: Argh, it's going to take some getting used to referring to Firesign in the past tense.
Gov'tTweeny: Certainly alternate media
Elayne: This sucks. I hate referring to anything in the past tense. I want it all here now.
Gov'tTweeny: I hold great hope that it isn't the end of FST
FreqMan: Forward into the past?
||||||||| jahgust tiptoes in around 11:11 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident."
jahgust: Checking bacl in
WHam: I wonder if the remaining three will continue to work together... there was a period where Firesign was (temporarily) only three, after all...
FreqMan: It may not be the end - but it can never be the same.
WHam: That is without question.
Gov'tTweeny: Bergman's demise is still fresh, so maybe this is inappropriate, but the first thing I thought of when considering the future of FST was how coool it would be if Harry Shearer got involved
Gov'tTweeny: No, it'll never be the same w/o Bergman
Gov'tTweeny: *cool
PorgyTireBiter: hard to replace a good man.. the three stooges are good example.. time marches on
jahgust: Austin was here earlier...it isn't discounted but itis way too soon to think about it
||||||||| frank baum enters at 11:13 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and hurries off to the Haberdashery Barn.
PorgyTireBiter: step by step
Elayne: Don't I know it, WHam. We used to jokingly refer to them as the Firesign Threee-atre. But that was very different.
Gov'tTweeny: I agree
chromium.switch: How was Phil?
Gov'tTweeny: Let's celebrate what Bergman did
Elayne: I certainly hope they continue doing something together, and I equally hope they don't refer to themselves as The Firesign Theatre any more. Because that will never be again.
Gov'tTweeny: Obviously feeling pain. Wouldn't you?
Elayne: Excellent idea, Kurt. We're supposed to be having a love-in here, after all.
jahgust: Seemed in good if odd spirit...Odd being his word to sum up how it all feels...
WHam: Okay - favorite PB character?
Gov'tTweeny: We all are, in one way or another
Elayne: Wow, so many... Joe Beets?
chromium.switch: Babe
Gov'tTweeny: There ae so many, WHam
Gov'tTweeny: *are
Elayne: Although I've always had a soft spot, as it were, for Mayor P'nisnose.
WHam: Oh, I know.
WHam: I have a hard time choosing myself.
frank baum: a paean to the tongue in cheek, a rhapsody regarding smiles replacing confused consternation at viewing the world.
WHam: Sargeant Bradshaw - (Lieutenant!) - is definitely eternal...
Elayne: Oh! Mudhead, of course! Duh.
Zoroassman: Why be PB's characters when he was busy doing so, and looking for authentic personae to work off off? I remain Acetyl Coenzyme, Eh?
FreqMan: Loved the J-Men... (forever)
chromium.switch: Hi Frank
frank baum: Peter will be missed. But his addition to the mirth of the world goes on.
WHam: May we all cut the soles off our shoes, sit in a tree and learn to play the flute in his honor...
Zoroassman: And no Jewish writers...
||||||||| AtoZ steals in around 11:18 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident."
Gov'tTweeny: I've got the J-Men video. Definitely stoner material lol
WHam: (Of course, that was Peorgie who wanted to do that, wasn't it? Still and all...)
PorgyTireBiter: regnad kcin
Zoroassman: I beat the eagle off...
chromium.switch: He was very passionate about election year, and he won't see the outcome...
WHam: Nasi Goring...
FreqMan: Not in this world he won't..
PorgyTireBiter: im gonna burn my uniform
frank baum: I'm off. trying to figure out where the girls meet every week with this roller maiden thing. Bye, all.
jahgust: Knowing Peter he is having an animated chat with whatever powers that be to knock off all the Bullshit down here!
||||||||| frank baum departs at 11:20 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
||||||||| Oomingmak tiptoes in around 11:21 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
WHam: Oomingmak? Cocteau Twins fan?
Gov'tTweeny: Yeah, I wish I could have argued with him about Ron Paul
||||||||| Catherwood walks up and intones "Presenting 'Principalpoop', just granted probation at 11:22 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Gov'tTweeny: but he really was passionate about politics, and we need a lot more like him
Oomingmak: WHam, aBsatively! Obsessed....
chromium.switch: His final sign-off on Radio Free Oz was chilling
Gov'tTweeny: Hey P
Principalpoop: cockatoo?
Principalpoop: hey tween, all
Gov'tTweeny: I read the transcript. Apropos, really
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Glen into the room, accepts a wooden nickel as a gratuity, mumbles something about 11:23 PM, then departs.
WHam: Me too, Oomingmak. Doesn't get much better than "Treaure" and "Victorialand"...
chromium.switch: Hi Glen
jahgust: He was still a hopeless romantic idealist with his Peace and Love ethic firmly entrenched. Talk about commitment!
Glen: Hola Amigos Latinos
FreqMan: He made me laugh and think... his sign off did both, and as I listen to his back catalog - he will do both again.
Glen: I'm having trouble with the tributes. I try to watch but I get upset and I have to stop.
WHam: I just hope that his passing will finally inspire the DVD release of "The Starland Vocal Band Hour"...
||||||||| It's 11:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Jeree - dead from the common cold
 ||||||||| Hemlock Stones - dead from The Plague
 ||||||||| Mileslangerhan - dead from the yaws
 ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
jahgust: chilling was't the half of it Tom.
PorgyTireBiter: climate control ?
Oomingmak: WHam...I'm Doing tHis On my phone....gOnna (chrOmium)switCh to PC
Principalpoop: no, I don't believe in UFOs
||||||||| Dave from Billville bounds in at 11:26 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
PorgyTireBiter: tropical rain forest
Glen: Hi, Bill
Principalpoop: that knocker is getting a lot of business tonight
Elayne: Sorry, away from keyboard. Hey PrinPoop, good to "see" you.
chromium.switch: Always enjoyed the Proctor & Bergman projects
Principalpoop: HI E, same, how are you doing?
||||||||| Catherwood says "11:27 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs PorgyTireBiter by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
WHam: Me too... tracked down all three of the P&B records on vinyl over the years - treasured objects all...
Principalpoop: Merlyn left about an hour ago, he was here last night and about 10 hours today
Bronx Listener: Good night from Boston
WHam: I'll be doing a PB tribute on my radio show this coming Wednesday - it streams online if anyone's interested...
Principalpoop: rah rah bronz
FreqMan: took a notice on facebook to shake the cobwebs loose on my memory of this chatty place..
||||||||| Culpstir tiptoes in around 11:29 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident."
||||||||| "11:29 PM? 11:29 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Fat Freddy's Cat should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Fat Freddy's Cat enters and sits in front of the fireplace.
Elayne: I hope the regular Thursday chat will see some new faces and monickers
Principalpoop: all things firesign, every thursday evening
jahgust: So Tom what of RFO at this point...urgh I know it really is too soon...crap
||||||||| the Fool on the Hill enters at 11:29 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Chapeau Manger.
chromium.switch: We're gaining some members here
Elayne: Will there be any sort of public in-person memorial outside of El-Lay?
WHam: I'll saw some provocative initials on my k-nickers...
Principalpoop: check the cheese log for today, and last night, wow
WHam: *sew. Damn it and fry it.
Principalpoop: i have not heard E
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 11:31 PM, dragging Keith by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this idiot?"
Fat Freddy's Cat: Let me sit my mukuks here by the cellophane....
chromium.switch: Tom (Doc Tech) O'Neill is assembling tribute shows from archive material. Monday's show will be Peter's favorite music.
WHam: Anybody have or know of any recordings of the original (60s-vintage) RFO?
jahgust: nice!
FreqMan: Wow... how's Doc Technical doing? Last time I saw him was on radio in Danbury... decades ago... or was it in the twin cities... one of those two places for sure.
Principalpoop: they do exist, some where found squirreled away, and others made their own
Elayne: Freq, Lili said he was really shaken yesterday, but so were we all.
Principalpoop: were
Elayne: I'll try to give him a call tomorrow.
FreqMan: Elayne... no DOUBT...
jahgust: Saken and stirred
FreqMan: I had both kinds of martinis myself..
chromium.switch: He joined the RFoZ team (w/ myself and Phi Fountain) a few months ago, and still masters the firesigntheatrelegacy.com site
jahgust: that should say Shaken...blah...getting tired
Elayne: "It got so I'd drink anything...."
Fat Freddy's Cat: all I know is everything you know is wrong..
Principalpoop: i thought you had sake too, i was going to warn you about mixing and matching your drinks
jahgust: perhaps some beer braught to go with that!
Gov'tTweeny: Still my fav FST album (EYKIW)
WHam: You're insane, Rebus.
Elayne: So much of Tom's life was tied up with Firesign. I gotta figure for him it's like losing a limb or something.
Elayne: Tom DocTech, not Tom ChromiumSwitch...
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "11:35 PM and late as usual, it's porgy, just back from Tacoma."
Elayne: what's with all the Toms anyway?
Principalpoop: I was talking to M about that, how long he had known him, not just from records and radio, oh my, you too E
chromium.switch: That connection to Deborah makes it tough
Elayne: I hear you, Tom
Principalpoop: every tom dick and harry is named well, tom dick and harry hehe
chromium.switch: Bosley, Selleck, Hanks, on and on
Elayne: For me it's a number of connections, including to my friend Jill (who does a great political blog called Brilliant at Breakfast, and was the one who first introduced me to Firesign) and my ex-husband
||||||||| 11:37 PM: PorgyTireBiter jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!"
FreqMan: I resemble that Tom Dick and Harry remark...
PorgyTireBiter: catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood walks alongside PorgyTireBiter and says "What is it?"
Elayne: My current husband is more a Goon Show person. :)
PorgyTireBiter: take these mucklucks and put them by the fire, please
Principalpoop: current? are you planning on number 3 already?
Fat Freddy's Cat: your ex husband, Firesign? qite a coincidence..
FreqMan: There was a Spike / Peter connection, wasn't there?
Zoroassman: Needle-nardle-nu?
||||||||| Catherwood says "11:38 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Dave from Billville by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
Elayne: Well, FF, not that much of a coincidence, that was one of the things that attracted me to him
jahgust: Goons lead directly to the FST
||||||||| Dave from Billville enters at 11:39 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and scurries off to the Hat Pack Annex.
Zoroassman: Via the Internal Mountain, no doubt.
||||||||| At 11:39 PM, FreqMan scurries out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
Elayne: Just so, jah. At least for people in this country.
Fat Freddy's Cat: i thought he was named Firesign...ooops
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "11:39 PM and late as usual, it's FreqMan, just back from Elmertown."
||||||||| It's 11:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Culpstir - dead from the common cold
 ||||||||| redkat - dead from measles
 ||||||||| AtoZ - dead from The Plague
 ||||||||| Oomingmak - dead from Globner's disease
 ||||||||| Glen - dead from the fiddlers
 ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
jahgust: Bergman worked with him and Austin turned the others on to the shows
Elayne: To Brits like Robin, Goons lead to Python and TWTWTW and things like that.
||||||||| porgy leaves to catch the 11:40 PM train to Hellmouth.
Zoroassman: Folks, have one of my gorillas -they're milder.
PorgyTireBiter: imposter
Fat Freddy's Cat: shoes for industry
FreqMan: Just heard the goons on Radio 4 extra today and thought of that.
WHam: No, they hurt my throat. Oh, naughty gorilla.
jahgust: I'll be walking backwards for Peter tonight!
Elayne: Just watch your ass, jah.
WHam: I like being a night watchman. It's like being a day watchman, only it's in the dark.
Zoroassman: Well, if it hurts your throat, it's because you ca't get the wood.
Elayne: Oh wait no, you can't, it's in back.
chromium.switch: "Don't worry about the flies. We won't weigh 'em."
WHam: Ying tong yiddle i po.
jahgust: ploogy!
Zoroassman: We'll all be Murdoched in our beds!
Fat Freddy's Cat: think i'll cut the soles from my shoes, climb a tree and learn to play the flute
WHam: (I was just about to quote that "Giant Toad" line - still cracks me up.)
||||||||| Dave from Billville departs at 11:43 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
Elayne: Me too, WHam. It's all in the delivery. He had a brilliant delivery.
Zoroassman: By order of PB...
WHam: It's in the rumble seat - you wanna snort?
jahgust: I go them all to sign my Goon show companion back in 2005 in Portland and they were kinda surprised i knew of them! That;s when Pete told me the Milligan storyl
FreqMan: Mine's always ground...
Elayne: I'm sure PB and Spike are somewhere in the next world yukking it up
FreqMan: Elayne... absolutely
jahgust: Oh dear I have become a well known typing error at this point
WHam: nice, jahgust.
PorgyTireBiter: keys in mexico, keys in your neighbor's backyard, knock knock, you get it
Gov'tTweeny: You're not my type, sorry
FreqMan: you're a font of knowledge though
WHam: INDONESIA FOR THE INDONESIANS!
Elayne: In fact, I think Milliegan, Secombe and Sellers have just made Bergman an honorary Goon somewhere out there
Principalpoop: a font of wisdom
Principalpoop: ok freqman, you win
FreqMan: I'm rather font of wisdom..
Zoroassman: I shall have to put out an Arial to catch the signal elements of a thread so fine.
Fat Freddy's Cat: Adios senior Bergman. I'll see you in the next world and don't be late...
FreqMan: quick on the straw
PorgyTireBiter: i never left the farm
jahgust: Spike was passionate about politics and the like as well. I am sure they were birds of a feather
Elayne: Well, lord knows there are certainly enough keys in Mexico, Porgy. I wish I knew of any in my neighbor's backyard. I'm dry as a bone here.
Principalpoop: whatever the market will bear
||||||||| At 11:46 PM, Fat Freddy's Cat vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
PorgyTireBiter: its grow wild out there..i said to dad..
PorgyTireBiter: he said my backyard is full of it..
FreqMan: But it's really GOOD it
Elayne: I remember backyards.
WHam: I could go for a heaping bowl of Loosener's Castor Oil Flakes right about now...
Elayne: You can share my popcorn if you want, WHam.
Elayne crunches her popcorn.
PorgyTireBiter: mom said whatcha gonna do with it? ..i said dry it..she said good idea..i love u mom ..
FreqMan: how about some groat clusters
Elayne: Guy over in the next cubicle at work makes popcorn every afternoon, and I'm so damn suggestible I've started making it for myself every night.
Principalpoop: moleskin cookies, eat'em, wipe them off, eat'em again
PorgyTireBiter: and today it still wild in the backyards of good american boys/girls
chromium.switch: Happy motoring and back to the freeway which is already in progress. Later...
Elayne: Only the whole mole, PrinPoop.
FreqMan: goys and birls
||||||||| chromium.switch leaves to catch the 11:50 PM train to Lincoln.
Principalpoop: ciao switch
Elayne: Thanks again, Tom
Elayne: I think I'll motor as well. Will monitor the Firesign page on Facebook to find out when we're gathering again... bye all.
||||||||| At 11:51 PM, Elayne vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
Principalpoop: night E
PorgyTireBiter: nytes
FreqMan: I'll try to come back here on Thurs... just like old times... nytol...
jahgust: night Tom
Principalpoop: hold that bus, super freqman
PorgyTireBiter: forward into the past
||||||||| Principalpoop says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Principalpoop exits at 11:52 PM.
jahgust: Night Elayne
||||||||| FreqMan leaves to catch the 11:52 PM train to Fort Worth.
jahgust: Night Poop
WHam: I suppose I'll be off as well... but I will return for more mindless fellowship...
PorgyTireBiter: exit: stage left nytes all hv fun
||||||||| At 11:54 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, WHam!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
||||||||| At 11:54 PM, PorgyTireBiter dashes out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
||||||||| "11:55 PM? I'm late!" exclaims jahgust, who then hurries out through the french doors and down through the garden.
||||||||| "11:56 PM? 11:56 PM!!" says Catherwood, "puppet guy should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as puppet guy enters and sits on the divan.
||||||||| toddaway sneaks in around 11:57 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident."
Zoroassman: Teats, madam?à
||||||||| 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..
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "12:13 AM and late as usual, it's eyeballhat, just back from Billville."
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and announces "Presenting 'Merlyn', just granted probation at 12:15 AM", then leaves hurriedly.
Merlyn: hey, I missed Elayne
||||||||| Keith departs at 12:17 AM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and Keith disembarks at 12:18 AM.
||||||||| It's 12:25 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| eyeballhat - dead from measles
 ||||||||| toddaway - dead from Globner's disease
 ||||||||| puppet guy - dead from jaundice
 ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Merlyn: looks rather dull now, byeeee
||||||||| Merlyn leaves to catch the 12:36 AM train to Minnesota.
||||||||| It's 12:40 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Keith - dead from dengue fever
 ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
the Fool on the Hill: Somehow, it only just occurred to me: He's no fun; he fell right over
the Fool on the Hill: RIP Pete ☹
||||||||| the Fool on the Hill says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, the Fool on the Hill exits at 12:42 AM.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 1 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| shadowrose bounds in at 1:04 AM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies jim in through the front door at 1:15 AM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
||||||||| It's 1:25 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| shadowrose - dead from measles
 ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| It's 1:40 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| CeeJayHey - dead from jaundice
 ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| It's 1:55 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| jim - dead from pneumonia
 ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 3 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| It's 3:40 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Gov'tTweeny - dead from measles
 ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| 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:
30-W
abstract
Alan Gross
ambientdreamer
Andy
APRyason
Arjunakat
Art Holeflaffer
AtoZ
balcony
Bambi
BbBoy
Beau Beau Kitty
Bightrethighrehighre
Billbobagns
Bill
BloodyL

Bronx Listener
Bunnyboy
cease
CeeJayHey
chicagofish
chromium.switch
compositeur
crackerjackbox
Crumrinde
DaSchnifter
egbokalaka
Elayne
electric
Fat Freddy's Cat
ferret
Flotsam
Fonda Titz
Phil Austin
fordprefect
frank baum
freedmania
FreqMan
Glen
Gov'tTweeny
Hal O'Dali
Hemlock Stones
hhitch
honey sanchez aka nancy
InTheWood
jahgust
Jax Mandrake
Jeree
JMan
John
Johnny Piano
John Tabacco
Jubal
Juicy & Ethyl
Kravery
LennonandMarx
llanwydd
Marla
melvert
Merlyn
Moishechazzer
MudheadMontreal
mukluks
nancy
NeuroManson
NO_anchovies
novschmozkapoop
Oomingmak
Pastor Flash
Philbert
poplust
porgy
PorgyTireBiter
Principalpoop
puppet guy
RalphSpoilsport
R.Clem
redfred
residualecho
rick
sakredkow
Slau
soylentia
Tarla
thedoge
the Fool on the Hill
the fox did
The-Very-Next-Day
Tirebiter
ah,clem
uhclem
UncleRoy
voidmstr
WHam
wowspring
Yowzer
Zoroassman
 URL References:
http://bambismusings.wordpress.com/2012/03/10/firesign-theatre-peter-bergman-1939-2012/
http://boingboing.net/2012/03/09/firesign-theaters-peter-berg.html
http://clubs.yahoo.com/clubs/bobsbrazerkolounge
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pyst
https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/peterbergman/index.html
https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/xmradio/xm2.html
http://kboo.fm/node/32550
https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?v=3225906680255&set=vb.1044176983&type=2&theater
http://wfmu.org/playlists/FT
http://www.cniradio.com/cniradio.m3u
http://www.CNIRadio.com
http://www.dangerousminds.net/comments/farewell_dear_friend_peter_bergman_1939_2012
http://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Firesign-Theatre/282668140208
http://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Firesign-Theatre
http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=3225906680255
http://www.metrolyrics.com/im-a-roadrunner-lyrics-junior-walker-and-the-all-stars.html
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Crsb67a7QHc
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SSosQRiXiPw
http://xa.yimg.com/kq/groups/7401694/sn/1920882835/name/FT102210_02lo.jpg


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