Weekly Firesign Chat Cheese Log

A Firesign Chat
02/14/2013

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||||||||| Catherwood re-enters the Waiting Room and explains "This is the main discussion room which is logged each night."
||||||||| Catherwood announces, "The time is 4:33 AM - I now declare Thursday's chat log for February 14, 2013 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Catherwood ushers DJ Tween inside, makes a note of the time (8:21 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 8:26 PM, dragging Thwenny by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yo-yo?"
||||||||| New notice: 'There will be a Firesign Theatre/US Plus Stimulcast starting at 8pm CST this evening. Listen at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u'
||||||||| Artichoke: I'm just a joke! sneaks in around 8:49 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident."
||||||||| DJTween steals in around 8:52 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident."
DJTween: Hey Arty :)
||||||||| New notice: 'currently playing - Vangelis “Blade Runner Blues” from the movie Bladerunner - listen at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u'
DJTween: feeling artful this evening?
||||||||| It's 8:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| DJ Tween - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, February 14, 2013 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
||||||||| New notice: 'currently playing - Twenty Four Hour Love - listen at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u'
||||||||| Catherwood enters with cs close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 9:00 PM tree-stunting plans, and hurries off to the Aviary.
DJTween: Hey cease
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and intones "Presenting 'Merlyn', just granted probation at 9:01 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
cs: hi tween
DJTween: Hi Merl
cs: hey merl
Merlyn: hey
cs: i just had some marinated artichoke hearts. I hope I didn't consume our new guest
Merlyn: just quick posted a message on the Firesign facebook page about the chat
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Kcin into the room, accepts a jar of pennies as a gratuity, grumbles something about 9:04 PM, then departs.
cs: i must order the books
cs: must be nick in a mirror
DJTween: Hello Kcin
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 9:05 PM, dragging NoBo by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Firehead?"
DJTween: Hello NoBo
Merlyn: Not NoBo NoDerrick?
cs: this sounds like jack kennedy
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "9:06 PM and late as usual, it's Jubal, just back from Atlanta."
cs: http://seemrealland.blogspot.ca/
||||||||| Señor Tirebiter steps in at 9:07 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Merlyn: his cheaper Mexican counterpart
DJTween: Welcome, Jubal, Tirebiter
||||||||| RegnadKcin enters at 9:07 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and scurries off to the Chapeau Manger.
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Artichoke into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:07 PM, then departs.
||||||||| Catherwood ushers choppadoo in through the front door at 9:07 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Principalpoop inside, makes a note of the time (9:07 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
RegnadKcin: iH
Merlyn: Just type in the text box at the bottom and press return to chat, you newcomers
cs: are these new folks?
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Mudhead close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 9:08 PM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the Aviary.
Señor Tirebiter: Do I have to type in Turkish?
Principalpoop: in the text box at the bottom
choppadoo: Hi guys, I'm sewing a patch on my jeans. Are you jealous?
Merlyn: only the first 3 words
Principalpoop: hey mooks
DJTween: Hey P, Mud :)
Mudhead: where's my pickle!!
RegnadKcin: syug yeH
cs: at patch on your genes? running low on rna?
Merlyn: Tween, will you be playing some Firesign tonight?
||||||||| rk enters at 9:09 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and scurries off to the Hat Pack Annex.
cs: hes playing bride now
||||||||| It's 9:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Artichoke: I'm just a joke! - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Thwenny: The Bride Of Firesign - https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=bof-ln
||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and announces "Announcing 'Dexter Fong', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:10 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
cs: i think tweeny is bringing in the newsters expecting something previously un heard
Principalpoop: young dice
Thwenny: Seemed appropriate for Valentines Day ;)
||||||||| New notice: 'currently playing - The Bride Of Firesign - listen at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u'
Dexter Fong: Sacre Merde, whatta crowd
||||||||| Catherwood leads manila envelope into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mutters something about 9:11 PM, then departs.
Artichoke: hello
Artichoke: ahh back in the shadows
manila envelope: Hi all!
cs: did you notice how love began entering a lot more into firesign works when bergman met stallone?
Mudhead: aren't you Just a Joke Arti
Merlyn: I guess a lot of people follow the Firesign facebook page
Principalpoop: cupid has gone kangaroo
Artichoke: yep
manila envelope: when bergman met stallone?? what's that on? haven't seen it!
DJTween: One can hope, Merl
Merlyn: can you afford to pay someone to kill your husband yet, Manila?
Artichoke: I just wanted to check in and say good night....I'm off to bed!
Principalpoop: follow the bouncing yellow dotted line
cs: their daughter Lili lives on. a fund for her university is ongoing
Artichoke: we're all here 'cause we're not all there!
manila envelope: oh absolutely -- it's taken years but i'm practically there
Dexter Fong: Hey Cat, Tweeny, Merlyn, Hey Muddie, poop and others as yet unknown to me....possibley...maybe...kinda
Artichoke: nitey nite
cs: Peter B lived with Patrician Stallone for a long time and did much work with her.
||||||||| Artichoke departs at 9:13 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
||||||||| Martha Glueit enters at 9:13 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and scurries off to the Hat Pack Annex.
cs: maybe more Matrician
Principalpoop: gherkins!
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Mc close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 9:14 PM tree-stunting plans, and scurries off to the sitting room.
Principalpoop: amanda reckonwith
manila envelope: Ms. Glueit! Ms. Glueit! I'm worried about my little Billy being infected by the (internet!)
cs: Throw a net over it, manila, and it'll go away
Mc: So what's next for the three or four crazy guys?
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:16 PM and Mr. Motion bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 9:16 PM, dragging Happy Harry Cox by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this web surfer?"
Mudhead: How did I get here? My foot was thru the floorboad, Porgie nowhere in sight...and something smelled funny in the rubbleseat!!
Principalpoop: lock him in the garage until the authorities come and take him away from you, pb solved
cs: 2/3 just did some shows in florida, bbc mysteries
||||||||| MellotronGirl! steps in at 9:17 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
cs: fill em in, merl!
Mudhead: Nice knocker!
Thwenny: The Bride Of Firesign - https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=bof-ln
Merlyn: Type in the text box at the bottom and press return to chat
||||||||| Sir_Sidney_Fudd enters at 9:17 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and dashes off to the Haberdashery Barn.
cs: this is the most since bergman's wake
manila envelope ( I'm a watersign... a Pisces... but March 19th, so only a few days away from Aries!!
||||||||| 9:18 PM: pavlov's cat jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
Merlyn: and open the listen-at link (in a new tab or window) to listen to Bride of Firesign
||||||||| marcoshark waltzes in at 9:18 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Happy Harry Cox: Chigger-Bites, Trail-Bikes & Mosqueetoes
MellotronGirl!: I have two knockers..one is indeed obsidian, and the other styrofoam
Principalpoop: some of these lurkers are shirkers, lazy hipster poseur wannabee dreamers bums hobos
Dexter Fong wonders if this amount of chatters will result in an IRC type split
Mc: Pico an Alverado here?
Principalpoop: do not shirk, be perkee
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:19 PM and soylentia waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
||||||||| Outside, the 9:19 PM downtown bus from Boston pulls away, leaving pNose II coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: I miss the FT ... haven't gotten to hang out with them since spring '74 at Princeton, where we all sang Toad Away and walked the negro streets in search of an angry fix.
Principalpoop: ahh solyent green, make my mouth water
Dexter Fong: There must be an open stargate
Mc: Are Austin, Osman or Procter on here??
Merlyn: This software ain't nohow stable, Fong
cs: how many showed up for bergman wake, merl?
soylentia: it's such a decorative interface
Merlyn: sometimes Austin shows up, Mc
||||||||| Catherwood ushers scoop in through the front door at 9:20 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Happy Harry Cox: "Ah tried to honk de horn fuh he'p, but the beez jammed th' police lock!"
cs: fudd, there is enough recorded firesign for you to listen to for the rest of your life
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:20 PM and residualecho steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Principalpoop: their words are posted in RED, when they are here, Mc
Mc: How many feel the three should do a missing man tour?
Merlyn: that reminds me cat, I need to make a new chat log page for 2013
cs: oh, people expect to see real firesign members show up. so that's the scam tonight
pavlov's cat: she's right to be concerned Michael
residualecho: They've done an empty stool show.
soylentia: it's a loss-leader
DJTween: We do this every Thursday, Fireheads :-)
pavlov's cat: impound closes at nine on satruday
Principalpoop: pavlovs cat, have you seen schrodengers?
cs: i was at the kirkland show with merl
||||||||| speedo enters at 9:22 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and dashes off to the Haberdashery Barn.
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: we have enough people here to perform an album all taking different roles :-)
Merlyn: about 35 showed up for Bergman's chatwake, cat
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and announces "Presenting 'Fnord Grellton', just granted probation at 9:22 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
pavlov's cat: ne ma
Mc: Oh - wasn't aware -- Mc -- Producer Dear Friends, Let's Eat, Martian Space Party.
manila envelope: "give them a light and they'll follow it anywhere!"
Principalpoop: oh nicky nicky nicky
pavlov's cat: my mother was a bozoette in high school
||||||||| Mc scurries out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Mc?! It's 9:23 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
||||||||| Ralph Spoilsport sashays in at 9:23 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
soylentia: I've been dropping in occasionally for years, but y'all's faces don't look familiar to me
Fnord Grellton: found online Duke of Madness Motors, apparently a compendium of vintage Firesign. Background, anyone?
Ralph Spoilsport: So what's all this brouhaha?
manila envelope: Hey Ralph! You're always with us.
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: uh-oh, my sweety has started Jon Stewart ... back after the Moment Of Zen
Principalpoop: oops wrong side, let me turn around, remember me now?
Merlyn: Hey Mc left, or pressed the wrong button
Merlyn: Mc = Bill McIntyre
Merlyn: produced some Firesign albums
Ralph Spoilsport: Greetings, from the prezinent of the united snakes. It's nice to be among fireheads.
Dexter Fong: Thanks MERLYN
||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Martha Glueit - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Kcin - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| NoBo - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Jubal - dead from measles
||||||||| Señor Tirebiter - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| RegnadKcin - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| rk - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
cs: Oh Wow. You were inKirkland, right? MC?
Principalpoop: hello seekers
residualecho: I must retrieve my Ralph Spoilsport frame from the mechanic who repaired one of my vehicles in barter for the remains of another--complete cashless trade. So old fashioned.
Merlyn: Mc left
Ralph Spoilsport: WTF? Everyone suddenly DIED.
Dexter Fong: Wow! We haven't had this many reaped in I don't know how long
Merlyn: many people died
Ralph Spoilsport: Buncha losers.
manila envelope: the reaper beat them :(
cs: they killed kennys
Merlyn: sometimes people can't figure out what's going on and close the browser, then they get reaped
soylentia: I had high hopes for scoop, just onna accounta the name
||||||||| 9:26 PM: Km133 jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!"
residualecho: I hope it wasn't Eddie Soaring Eagle.
Ralph Spoilsport: Well, shows to go ya - you push someone hard enough they WILL fall over.
manila envelope: ...gotta pay close attention to those symptoms, folks
cs: too bad i didnt know who he was before, merl
Dexter Fong: If you don't enter something from time to time, you start to gray and eventually get reaped
Principalpoop: this land is maid of mountains, this land is made of mud
DJTween: great to get such a response, eh Merl? lol
manila envelope: this land has lots of everything!
Ralph Spoilsport: Ya know I haven't been in an internet chat since the 100 year war against the cows.
soylentia: well, I'd stick around for the reapage, but I'll never know how I died...
Principalpoop: How is Nan?
DJTween: We still should keep trying to promote :)
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Googoogajube in through the front door at 9:27 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
residualecho: And you'll be glad to know that today, the world ended.
Merlyn: No dexter, you shouldn't get reaped as long as you refresh the text
Dexter Fong: Soy: You can always check the log
Merlyn: the cheese log
Ralph Spoilsport: I just laid a log about half an hour ago - 100% groat clusters... MY MYYYYYYY
Dexter Fong: Yes, the cheesy log
Thwenny: The Firesign Theatre's flash-based Funway! - https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/funway.html
soylentia: soy cheese logs, ewwwww
Principalpoop: drop a load at the crazy toad
Ralph Spoilsport: A real steaming heap.
residualecho: Don't worry about the flies, we won't weigh 'em.
Thwenny: Click Click, Player (at the Funway)
Principalpoop: loooooooosners! the all weather cereal
Ralph Spoilsport: What a bunch of LOSERS. IT's fucking VALENTINES DAY and we're sitting here talking FT shit when we should be out GETTING LAID.
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:30 PM and Laughing Otter waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
cs: you mean you can't do both?
Dexter Fong: Ralph: I did that already so I *could* chat
Ralph Spoilsport: I'm very sad now.
||||||||| 9:30 PM: lilmagill jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!"
Googoogajube: OK everyone ,up against the wall of science !!
Merlyn: I got pre-laid
Dexter Fong: Count off! Left to right
manila envelope: why does the porridge bird....
Googoogajube: I's white!
Principalpoop: you ain't got no brains on the left
cs: lay HIS egg
Dexter Fong: in THE air
Ralph Spoilsport: Well, my lovely wife has a balcony you could do shakespeare on, so I'm goona go see if she'll give me a sleeve job. Heavy on the thirty weight friends. I'm bound for adventure!
Thwenny: Hey Lil :)
||||||||| Sir Archie Bloke steps in at 9:32 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Laughing Otter: Well, I finished converting that old time machine into a pinball machine. Trouble with it now is that you don't know when you might be finishing the ball ten minutes before you started.
Dexter Fong: Hmm...Bondage
Thwenny: then, Al turns off his TV lol
||||||||| "Hey soylentia!" ... soylentia turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 9:33 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
Principalpoop: it has been so long, I forget who wears the handcuffs
||||||||| "9:33 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Ralph Spoilsport, who then scurries out through the french doors and down through the brambles.
Thwenny: Hey Ralph
Dexter Fong: The safety word is MORE!
manila envelope: guys this is amazing. this happens every week?
Principalpoop: just on thursdays
Dexter Fong: Not since the old days...when everyone was younger
Laughing Otter: Random non-sequitors? Sounds reasonable to me!
Thwenny: Those sneeze-through wind vents were defective
Principalpoop: we can ad hominums if you want, fatty fong
Dexter Fong: Makes a lotta cents
||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'Clem', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:35 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
Laughing Otter: So were the off-screen self-sharpening razors.
Principalpoop: ahh nancy
cs: this sounds a lot lilke the nick dangers from the xm shows
Thwenny: Hey Clem :)
Sir Archie Bloke: Just looking for the sanitary napkin rings.
cs: san clemeron
manila envelope: where's deputy dan?
Merlyn: we only have insanity mood rings
Googoogajube: I keep losing my lines!
Dexter Fong: Stop sneezing
Merlyn: put your thumb on them
Principalpoop: Vote for Pappoon, not responsible, not insane
||||||||| 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 call me Eddie plummets into the garden at 9:36 PM.
||||||||| mudhead sneaks in around 9:36 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
Dexter Fong: Then put your thumb in your nose
manila envelope: oh man, i gotta go back to the shadows again. radionow, signing off!
Principalpoop: wb mudhead
Dexter Fong: Hi Mudhead
mudhead: bend over and roll up your leg
Googoogajube: Deputy Dan has no friends
cs: keep them letters comin, envelope
Principalpoop: you want regular or premium?
Merlyn: don't forget to write, envelope
Dexter Fong: Lick and stamp, ME
Principalpoop: philipino snailmail
mudhead: all I can do is go round and round in this tin box!
||||||||| Hemlock Stones sashays in at 9:38 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Dexter Fong: Hey Stones
Thwenny: Your regenccy
Principalpoop: how do we get to the other side? go through the hole...
cs: the uk enters
Hemlock Stones: is that you fong
Hemlock Stones: ?
Dexter Fong: Yes it is?
Googoogajube: Nice knocker
mudhead: It was supposed to be a surprise
Principalpoop: a crowd stones, elbow your way over here, next to the snacks
Merlyn: are you our usual Stones, Stones? Nino doesn't say you're in England
Dexter Fong: Everybody stand by for a new world's record reaping
Thwenny: The Bride Of Firesign - https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=bof-ln
||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Km133 - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Mudhead - dead from The Plague
||||||||| choppadoo - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Happy Harry Cox - dead from the yaws
||||||||| MellotronGirl! - dead from the yaws
||||||||| pavlov's cat - dead from The Plague
||||||||| marcoshark - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| pNose II - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| scoop - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| residualecho - dead from jaundice
||||||||| speedo - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Dexter Fong wonders if Doc Tech is masquarading as Stones
Principalpoop: a little bit of everything there, k3wl
Thwenny: let's play Beeeeet The Reaper!
mudhead: YOu've got globners disease!
Principalpoop: your sister is a thespian, and performs before a paying audience...
mudhead: That's fart, Ben
cs: i think people had other expectations
mudhead: Thank you for the pomegranates, Spunky loved them and will be sitting up soon.
Principalpoop: pip and great expectations
Thwenny: Grate Expectations?
mudhead: if I can make my around this porcelain astrolabe
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Dobie into the room, accepts a jar of pennies as a gratuity, grumbles something about 9:42 PM, then departs.
Dexter Fong: The expectations that you ahve are equal to the expectations you create - J. Lennon
Thwenny: A Sale Of Two Titties?
Principalpoop: dobie gillis, wrong chat
cs: this is what bergman and proc were doing in yale
Dexter Fong: Either it's Mr. Gillis or someboady mispelled *doobie*
cs: late 50s
Dobie: Don't see why, is it required that I call myself Nino Savate the Mind Boggler?
cs: harry carey junior was known as dobe
Merlyn: or a dyslexic Jim Brodie
Dexter Fong: No, it's manditory
Merlyn: it's chic
Dexter Fong: it's fashion forward
cs: cuz of his skin colour
Principalpoop: anybody here from out of town?
Laughing Otter: Drugs again. Grumble, grumble.
Dexter Fong: I'm outta my town
Dobie: I mean I can do a firesign theatre name if you want. Ralph Spoilsport or The Whispering Squash or whatever.
cs: i knew him, never noticed his particularly adobe skin, it was so common in la
Principalpoop: what color was the horse?
Dexter Fong: How do we know you didn't copy that?
||||||||| Catherwood enters with LurkingAnonymousPerson close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 9:45 PM tree-stunting plans, and rushes off to the anteroom.
Dexter Fong: Hi LAP
Principalpoop: so stones, do you like windows 7 yet?
LurkingAnonymousPerson: Hi...Damn, I was just going to lurk.
Dobie: A pleasure, thank you all and good evening.
DJTween: Next up will be another heartfelt FST show from Radio Free Oz, "Yes, Mistress"
Principalpoop: oh, what a lurking man, he waaaasssss
Dexter Fong: Poop: I kinda think that Stones isn't our British friend, but still, a Dear Friend non the less
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies regnad kcin inside, makes a note of the time (9:47 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Principalpoop: trying to make a fool of me eh? not a long walk that
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:47 PM and chuck waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
cs: those canadians can write
Dexter Fong: WB regnad..btw, are you the *regnad* WHO HOSTED -FOR A TIME- the IRC Firechat?
regnad kcin: evitagen evitisop a
DJTween: Hry chuckie
cs: i was here on day one.
Fnord Grellton: Zucchini? why never Zucchini?
DJTween: *Hey
Dexter Fong: xnahT
Principalpoop: Okra me
cs: like that character on babylon 5
Laughing Otter: Can anyone hook me up with some Yucatan Blue or some Road Apple Red?
Fnord Grellton: Mark Time Mark Space
Dexter Fong: Lemme check the boys bedroom, they might have some of that Mayan Mauve leftover
cs: dex, too bad elayne hasnt checked in tonight. can you contact her?
LurkingAnonymousPerson: So, first time here and was wondering, do members of Firesign regularly participate?
Dexter Fong: Attention Chatters: Get ready for another massive reaping
Principalpoop: regularly? sadly no, but all the more exciting when they do show up
Dexter Fong: LAP< Unfortunately, not very often. Phil Austin is the most active
LurkingAnonymousPerson: I would imagine.
LurkingAnonymousPerson: Eh, I'd just get all blushy and shy and awe struck anyway.
Merlyn: Austin was last here for Bergman's chatwake
LurkingAnonymousPerson: Cool
Principalpoop: as someone said earlier, mostly firesign non sequentors discussing firesign and current events
cs: almost a year ago
||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Dobie - dead from measles
||||||||| Mr. Motion - dead from measles
||||||||| manila envelope - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Googoogajube - dead from jaundice
||||||||| lilmagill - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Sir Archie Bloke - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| mudhead - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Hemlock Stones - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Principalpoop: i have gone deef
Principalpoop: ahh batteries, not you tween, sorry
Merlyn: and Bergman
regnad kcin: ssergorp ni ydaerla si hcihw ,yaD s'enitnelaV ot kcab og tsuM
||||||||| "9:57 PM? I'm late!" exclaims regnad kcin, who then scurries out through the french doors and down through the flowerbeds.
Dexter Fong: This is the first Radio Hour Hour - 1/25/70
Principalpoop: olleh neht
Merlyn: but is this from the first hour of the first hour hour?
DJTween: over there, the yanks are coming...
LurkingAnonymousPerson: It was nice meeting you all but I'm late for regrooving.
Merlyn: ok LAP, we're here every Thursday night
LurkingAnonymousPerson: Cool. Bye!
Dexter Fong: Come back again LAP
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Dexter Fong: Merlyn: According to DOOM, yes, this is the first hour of the first Hour Hour show
Principalpoop: all that karma talk, was karman ghea a sponser?
Dexter Fong: No that was Kharman Electra
cs: i ihate doom
Principalpoop: harvey karma? karma miranda rights
Dexter Fong: AKA Carman Electra, a Buick Dealership
cs: harvey's song, from Supersession
Principalpoop: So, who yelled wolf and made all these poor sheep show up?
Dexter Fong: I cannot tell a lie, it was Poop
Merlyn: I posted on the Firesign facebook page
Principalpoop: M M M oh M
Merlyn: Tween wanted to promote the streamshow
cs: something good i hope, merl
Merlyn: more people than I expected
||||||||| New notice: 'currently playing - from The Hour Hour 1970, “Yes, Mistress” - listen at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u'
Dexter Fong: Hopefully, many will return a take their place among the gathered celebrants
Principalpoop: chicago, as time goes by, I realise, what you mean, to me
Principalpoop: super valentine day song
Merlyn: Just this cat:
Merlyn: Hey all you Elmers! The Firesign Chat is just starting at http://www.firesigntheatrelegacy.com/chat Come chat with fellow Fireheads!
cs: im surprised they could get music rights for this music
Dexter Fong: Hey Poop: Did you know that Genya Raven (10 Wheel Drive) is 72 years old lol
cs: oh yes i saw that merl
Principalpoop: and that got the crowd? you are the warlock M
cs: i thought tween had been doing that for a while
Dexter Fong: Poop: And you are *the* summoner
cs: lol poop
||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| call me Eddie - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Clem - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Laughing Otter - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| LurkingAnonymousPerson - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| chuck - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Merlyn: I'm the killer
Dexter Fong: The reapage count is diminishi g
Merlyn: who is the keymaster?
Dexter Fong: The guy with the LOX
Principalpoop: I thought it was the sound effects guy
Dexter Fong: No, he's only got half a key
cs: yes the newbees swarmed and left
Merlyn: don't get newbees in your head
||||||||| 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 doodah falls out at 10:12 PM.
cs: but bill mckintyrebiter? he's firesign royalty
Dexter Fong: Perhaps they didn't care for the buffet?
Principalpoop: i was pleased with the creativity and intelligence of those that participated
Thwenny: be careful of the newbees and spiders
Dexter Fong: And those that didn't, will be retested
Thwenny: Well, we go some folks to listen
cs: oh? day?
Principalpoop: camptown racers sing your name, doodah, doodah
||||||||| 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 Brinkus plummets into the garden at 10:12 PM.
doodah: Who ordered pizza?
Dexter Fong: Racing across the wine dark seas, lah de doo dah day
Principalpoop: yes, they must run the gauntlet, and then an anklet
Dexter Fong: I ordered anchovies, hold the pizza
Thwenny: No small fish, doodah
cs: there is no order in good pizza
Dexter Fong: It's entirely random
Principalpoop: not me, they never come up in the mountains
doodah: No Anchoview? You've got the wrong man...ah hell ,you know the rest.
DJTween: and a big hey to Saint Valentine
Dexter Fong: Have you tried AirDrop Pizza?
cs: jesus would make a fish pizza, save energy on miracles
doodah: ' ies '
Principalpoop: ahh come on, how do you spell your name?
DJTween: with his big Benedictus
Dexter Fong: Welcome to Anchoview, where even small fish can be seen
Thwenny: that's a stinky pizza
Dexter Fong: What's your point, Tweeny
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 10:16 PM, dragging George Tirebiter by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Yahoo ™?"
Principalpoop: does the pope become fallible again when his resignation becomes effective?
Thwenny: Point Lookout?
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'other', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 10:16 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary...
Principalpoop: another other, he is mine
Dexter Fong: Poop: Yes, and he realizes he made a mistake and becomes Pope Again, restarting the cycle again
Thwenny: (a park in Marys Land)
cs: it goes into reverse. what was sin is now virtue
Thwenny: Actually, I thought Benedict did some good
Principalpoop: sin and virtue are both their own reward
||||||||| GLTirebiter sashays in at 10:18 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Thwenny: yin yang
Dexter Fong: Hmmm...And what might that be (he asked casually, with some suspicion)
Dexter Fong: Dualing Tirebiters
DJTween hands Dex a bajo
DJTween: *banjo
cs: imagine hearing this for the first time in 1970
GLTirebiter: I , however, did win the coveted "hollywood good guy award"!
DJTween: Catherwood, please give Dex a banjo
||||||||| Catherwood gets dex a banjo.
Dexter Fong: Tween: I prefer the Bajo Sexta
cs: did you deserve it?
DJTween: I believe it, cease :)
Principalpoop: imagine cruising around la and finding this by mistake on the radio
Principalpoop: WTF is this? hehe
Dexter Fong: I was voted all county Sexto champion 3 time running
||||||||| Catherwood leads Ricardo M inside, makes a note of the time (10:20 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Merlyn: the rich Corinthian leather exporter?
Principalpoop: somebody from cooba
Ricardo M: We haven't done this in a while
Dexter Fong: Ricardo M Nixon?
cs: a new wave of new chatters
Ricardo M: Merlyn got it right the first time
Dexter Fong: We been here all the time Ricardo, where you been, gato?
Ricardo M: greetings, all
Principalpoop: a journey to antioch, click the m3u link at top
Ricardo M: I just made it
other: where was the last wave and how do i say hello to it
Dexter Fong: Just wave goodbye
Principalpoop: check the cheese log, after M finally gets around to making it
Principalpoop: nudge M nudge
Principalpoop: i am such a nudge
Ricardo M: Some introduction. I host a bi-weekly radio show of Firesign in Portland OR
Thwenny: Player, You Are Hear
Dexter Fong: (wink wink)
Principalpoop: bi-weekly, kinky
Ricardo M: Bi-weekly curious
Principalpoop: is that streamed anywhere? you can put the link here once
Dexter Fong: Glad to hear about it Ricardo, and welcome to the 6,458 th Firechat
Ricardo M: OK. they're only up for two weeks. I thnk the last one's still up
Thwenny: Spaniards and Mexican? Sure, I speak a little spanish
Ricardo M: hang on to your hats
Ricardo M: thanks, dexter!
other: radio, the ipod of the past
Dexter Fong: lol other
Principalpoop: i need to trademark the name Ipud, before it is too late
Ricardo M: http://kboo.fm/FiresignTheatre
||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Brinkus - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| doodah - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Fnord Grellton - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Merlyn: oh , KBOO
Dexter Fong: I just trademarked "The IPiss"
Principalpoop: oh, good one fong
Merlyn: KBOO had the Firesign in studio a couple years back
cs: i must have met you at kirkland. i'm cat
other: i have a similar story from WHUS in CT.
Dexter Fong: Yes, yes...it was good
Ricardo M: @Merlyn: Yes, I was the engineer for that.
Principalpoop: cool other, ricardo
Ricardo M: Hi Cat. I think we did meet, yes. How is?
cs: i didnt talk to you kboo folks and i wish i had
Dexter Fong: afkfr
Ricardo M: Here's the latest episode of Firesign. I didn't host it but prepared the show and someone else sat in on the disc (youch!) http://kboo.fm/FiresignTheatre
Ricardo M: Whoops! http://kboo.fm/node/53592
Thwenny: We do this every Thursday evening :-)
cs: more firesign anywhere, the better
Ricardo M: Funny story about this one. Towards the end, someone came on the air to protest the Asian stereotypes on the program. There was quite the row in the air room
Principalpoop: i am listening to the first hour hour show, at the link above, i will check it later, thanks ricardo
Ricardo M: @Thwenny: I had no idea! I should pop in here more often
Principalpoop: did you ask to see the green cards of the callers? hehe
Merlyn: did it go out on the air?
Ricardo M: yes
cs: kboo, you got some of their last recorded banter
cs: i bought your dvd in the lobby.a treasure
Ricardo M: Someone at the statin, a volunteer, was listening and became irate about the Japanese charactters they were doing and the DJ unwittingly let the guy talk on the air.
Principalpoop: oh all 4, i heard that one, you did a good job, thanks
||||||||| 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 disembarks at 10:30 PM.
Ricardo M: this guy just burst into the air room.
Principalpoop: thumpa thumpa thumpa echo
other: that's not how you get into radio.
Merlyn: Before Forrest Gump there was Hideo Gump
Ricardo M: The DVD was shot and edited by a gent named Mike Lastra, who's a local loon, sole surviving member of 70s noise band Smegma and big time Firehead
Dexter Fong: lol Merlyn
Principalpoop: salt of the earth that Mike
cs: good work merl
Ricardo M: you know mike? He's also got the longest beard that I've ever seen on a human
DJTween:
Merlyn: a human what?
Dexter Fong: Quite refreshing tweeny
Principalpoop: never met him, but i like loons
other: i second dj dween's sentiment in this case
Principalpoop: if I was black, I would take offense at that presentation of a black man speaking
cs: loons has dif meaning here
Dexter Fong: Poop: Thanks be to Jesus yo aint black
Principalpoop: i thought a loon was a non-pedantic geek
Dexter Fong: you'se jest high yeller
Merlyn: an old yeller
Ricardo M: Mike claims to be the inspiration for Gary. He says when he was a teen, they'd follow FIresign around to performances and even got to visit a recording session.
cs: oour dollar coins are called loonies. i never have enough
Dexter Fong: De broadcast done vanished
cs: who is mike?
residualecho: A blown fuse left me waiting for the electrician. Then I realized, if I'm not The Electrician, I'm someone like him.
cs: you need them to park
Dexter Fong: Tweeny, did you make an unauthorized edit?
Principalpoop: sole surviving member of smegma
residualecho: I found the Circus Circuit Breaker and reset it.
other: there is no authorization for any edits, they're all cancelled.
Ricardo M: Dexter: We were talking about a guy named Mike Lastra, who shot and edited that last Firesign performance on KBOO radio
other: any change to recorded time is an affront to all the time i've already spent wasting it
Dexter Fong: Ricardo: Yes, I've been folloing the conversation
Principalpoop: the department of redundancy is redundent
||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Sir_Sidney_Fudd - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| George Tirebiter - dead from measles
||||||||| GLTirebiter - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
other: less so now that it's been outsourced to some other company's second redundancy department
Dexter Fong: I fear Tweeny may be airing a truncated version of the first Hour Hour show
Principalpoop: lots of tirebiters, not many holeflappers
residualecho: Anybody got any blue moss?
Dexter Fong: I'm wearing green genes
Ricardo M: I have to truncate those Hour Hour shows, in order to make them fit in the alotted hour
Principalpoop: heavy on the 30 weight
Principalpoop: do you colorize them also? infidel
DJTween: >>Dexter Fong: I fear Tweeny may be airing a truncated version of the first Hour Hour show<< That's what I got from OZ
Dexter Fong: Ricardo: Uh...while I suspect you already know, the hour hour shows were in fact, two hours in length
cs: alooted 49? crying
DJTween: I'm downloading all the podcasts via iTunes
Principalpoop: speak english tween
DJTween: There will be much better :)
other: how much time do you have to take out of an Hour Hour to make it fit in the alotted hour?
other: is it a lot
DJTween: anybody want to stay up for EobE?
Principalpoop: walking the dog, all this inside radio technical talk...
residualecho: Not THE crying of lot forty niners?
DJTween: also a good Valentine's Day album
Dexter Fong: Tween: We have to get you the Duke of Madness motors release
Principalpoop: yes, I heard the screaming come across the sky too
DJTween: I wouldn't mind that at all :)
other: in this case the term downloading refers to a complicated procedure filmed inside of the ear canal and the itunes referred to in this case just means Ireland
DJTween: as a DJ
Dexter Fong: Merlyn: Do you know if there are any copies left of DOOM?
cs: yes i do, tween
DJTween: Proc needs my new address
residualecho: Somebody slipped a copy of "Gravity's Rainbow" under the door of Uncle Tim's cell, for which he was grateful.
cs: i would imagine they can make as many as they can sell
other: the sfx and music in firesign, was it all recorded or live?
||||||||| Ricardo M rushes off, saying "10:48 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and pipes up "Presenting 'Ricardo M', just granted probation at 10:48 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
cs: not live, very produced
Dexter Fong: Other: Both, most of it prerecorded but at times they did it live
residualecho: Was it all recorded or live? Yes, it was.
cs: kind of a big gamble for dave.
||||||||| 10:48 PM: pavlov's cat jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past year and a half!"
Dexter Fong: Tween: I've gone (radio) deaf again
other: interested to know more about the preproduction and the process of planning out an whatever this is
cs: great choice
residualecho: Austin had the big collection and the discriminating ear for needle drops of amazing musical sound beds. Still does, of course.
other: that i want to know about.
||||||||| 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 Annika disembarks at 10:51 PM.
cs: you know him, resi?
other: i am also curious to hear a version of oh afghanistan for our even more modern times than the last time it was made
DJTween: Just a thought :)
Dexter Fong: Hi Annika
DJTween: for doing this :-)
residualecho: I've just been listening since before the beginning.
cs: do it yourself, other
Annika: Hello! Or something.
cs: hi ann
Dexter Fong: Something is anything, and that's something
Annika: hi cs
Dexter Fong: What are we hearing now, tweeny?
cs: welcome anyone who even knows who the firesign are
Dexter Fong: let alone what they represent
other: there is someone who knows all that?
Dexter Fong: Yes there is, but no one knows who that is
cs: i hope not, other
residualecho: Perhaps the fifth crazy guy.
Annika: it's me. yep.
other: when i find him i'll let him know. i hope he takes it well.
Dexter Fong: Some suspect it's the Grand Mason
||||||||| "10:55 PM? 10:55 PM!!" says Catherwood, "4d3fect should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as 4d3fect enters and sits at the bar.
other: others implicate a less serious petit mason
Dexter Fong: Welcome 4d, are you a Dr. Who fan?
4d3fect: catherwodd, drinks all around please, old man, thank you very much indeed
4d3fect: erm, catherwood, that is
||||||||| Catherwood strides over to 4d3fect and says "Typing my name just to rile me, eh?"
other: catherwood send action recipient
||||||||| Catherwood walks alongside other and asks "Something I can help with?"
4d3fect: consider yourself riled, old bean
residualecho: Or just roll a bomber and leave it on the side table.
Dexter Fong: Catherwood, show 4d3fect some respect
||||||||| Catherwood rushes up to Dexter Fong and mumbles "Did you want something?"
other: catherwood <%/php>
||||||||| Catherwood rushes over to other and queries "Do you have something for me to do?"
Principalpoop: toasted almonds for everyone catherwood please
||||||||| Catherwood walks right past Principalpoop
Dexter Fong: I want a better fairer world you half witted timepiece
Principalpoop: up yours catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood walks up to Principalpoop and asks "Did you want something?"
Dexter Fong: Catherwood, take a hike
||||||||| Catherwood takes a hike.
Dexter Fong: Good riddance
4d3fect: the wife is watching project runway. Lord, please take me now.
other: for example, the newsy synth bleeps in the background of this piece
other: these are the types of recordings i want to know about
Dexter Fong: Other: Well...so many of their recordings are deeply layered sound scapes
DJTween: other, the FST have always been ahead of their time
other: agree with both
Principalpoop: no, they were right on time, we are slow
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
DJTween: this man is caught in a video game
other: i am trying to do similar things on the radio of today on schedule with the future of back then
DJTween: and he finds true love
Dexter Fong: Actually, they were hip to the use of multi-track recording, it's expansion (so to speak) at the time and just jumped into it
DJTween: The Album cover of Eat Or Be Eaten is a snake eating itself
Dexter Fong: from 4 tracks to 8, to 16, etc
DJTween: also a good Valentine's Day album ;)
Merlyn: hey, see you later people
residualecho: The FST opted for the Grateful Dead style recording contract, or Faustian BarGoon.
Principalpoop: night M
DJTween: THanks for what you do, Merlyn
||||||||| Around 11:03 PM, Merlyn walks off into the sunset...
cs: hey dex
residualecho: 1: Complete artistic control
Dexter Fong: Yes Cat?
cs: i was off line for a bit there
residualecho: 2: All the studio time and engineering time needed to tweeze and add all the sugar they need.
DJTween: Th Grateful Dead had Owlsley sound systems
other: when you say sugar you mean backmasking omlette recipies over the crowd noises?
residualecho: 3: Surrender ownership of all albums Columbia
DJTween: hmmm, you may have something there
Dexter Fong: Our tweeters and woofers are acid based, that's why they sound so good
DJTween: heheh
residualecho: 4: Pocket anything left over in the couch cushions touring while promoting the records.
residualecho: It's all right. They're speaking Chinese.
DJTween: Mutt & Smutt Promotions?
cs: they may be the least compensated for talent comedy act of all time, but that doesnt pay rent
other: the firesign tours must have been something else. where did they put the survivors?
Dexter Fong: What survivors?
other: egads, i've been found out. there were no surviors. the plane landed on the border.
Dexter Fong: And now those borders have to find new lodgings
Principalpoop: the bear was white, all the windows looked south
other: the doctor's brother was the surgeon. he said, i can't operate on this, it's a canteloupe.
||||||||| "Hey 4d3fect!" ... 4d3fect turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 11:09 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
cs: so dont elope. marry the usual way
Dexter Fong: And this doctor was the smae one who passed his brother in the woods and later claimed he only told the truth
residualecho: And what would his other brother's mother have to say about that?
||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| pavlov's cat - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
other: but both villagers had been lying in the epilogue of the previous novel, so it turned out that nixon got all of the credit.
cs: her pronunciation of god is as good as any
Dexter Fong: Resid: She'd probably say, come here baby, let your mother love you
cs: almost their best dylan
cs: it is hard to stay on chair, laughing so hard
Dexter Fong: Buckle up for comedy
DJTween: I'm downloading the entire podcasts via iTunes
DJTween: We shall have fun :)
other: can you make a torrent of all of them, dj tween?
DJTween: All you have to do is subscribe
cs: this was a fecund period for them musically
cs: bergman in love
DJTween: "abandon the game..."
DJTween: 1986
other: yeah i get it i'll do it myself, my point is there's no solid torrent of all the relevant stuff.
DJTween: FST for free, why torrent?
other: i hear a digital reverb in the mix
other: torrent is as unrelated to price as cassette is.
Principalpoop: cs has them on casettes and magnetic tape other
cs: other there are hundreds of hours of firesign stuff
other: i imagine there is a llot of the stuff, cs.
residualecho: laugh.com buy the cds.
other: does anyone need help getting it off of tape and onto the clouds
Principalpoop: we have doc tech for that
cs: what ever i recorded i gave back to them
cs: they have meant so much to me
other: i'm glad to hear theres more stuff out there. i had imagined there was more output than just the albums i've managed to track down.
DJTween: You did good, cease
Principalpoop: he was talking about torrents and clouds cat, I just wanted to ground him in reality hehe
other: i can't be grounded i'm an aeroplane
Dexter Fong: We're talking about a lightning Rod
cs: i am old
Dexter Fong: I am Jung
residualecho: with which to keep the spooks away...
Principalpoop: ahh, i meant sureality
cs: eyes hard to work
other: sureality that was the stuff that was popular before the paint splatters correct?
Dexter Fong: Welcome to the Lightning Rod Gated Community
DJTween: I'll stick around as long as you will
cs: you look younger than me, dex
Principalpoop: it is a matter of perspective
Dexter Fong: That's because I moisturizes
other: it is a matter of composition and there is an apple in front of his head. why didn't they move the apple before they started painting?
Principalpoop: this is not a pipe
Dexter Fong: Because there was an arrow through it?
cs: lol
other: it better not be a pipe i paid a lot of money for this box because it specifically said it wasn't a pipe on the pipe tin.
cs: poop, 2 of my favourite things i did with dex in nyc was look at magritte paintings
Dexter Fong: Holy shit, Tweenys going father than anyone's ever been gone before
Principalpoop: and dali and escher, fun stuff
cs: art does something to my brain not unlike firesign
DJTween: as long as you want to chat :)
cs: good point
Dexter Fong: Talk to me Tweeny, say those things you know I like to hear
Dexter Fong: Fotunately I'm parked good for tomorrow so I'll just take an afkfr and brb
Principalpoop: wow fong
cs: dont get ticketed
||||||||| It's 11:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Annika - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
cs: a good valentine's present to my wife would be oddly extended sobriety?
||||||||| Catherwood leads Rotonoto into the room, accepts three dimes as a gratuity, mumbles something about 11:26 PM, then departs.
Principalpoop: you don't want to frighten her cat hehe
cs: welcome back roto
Principalpoop: ahso rotonoto
||||||||| At 11:27 PM, other hurries out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
Rotonoto: that's all right, catherwood, just roll a couple bummers an' leave 'em on the side table
||||||||| Catherwood steps over to Rotonoto and says "Typing my name just to rile me, eh?"
Rotonoto: rotonoto programmed for female defense!
Dexter Fong: Oh! Roto....like giant fig trees, these tiny fruits ....not yet ripe but still packed in oil and ready to be shipped
DJTween: Hey Roto
Rotonoto: rike rit'te tears
||||||||| New notice: 'currently playing - Everything You Know Is Wrong - listen at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u'
cs: what's up, roto?
Dexter Fong: that rike! Such perpicasity! This humble person not know what you mean
DJTween: We be taking speedy train?
Rotonoto: this is my first time ... i think you've mistaken me for another clone
DJTween: Glad to see you hear
Rotonoto: we're holy grams
DJTween: We do this every Thursday evening
cs: sorry rotto
cs: it is a common id
Dexter Fong: Roto: You are indeed correct, there was another Roto here for a long time some time again...still we can always use and honor another Rotonoto
cs: i have had a few names
Dexter Fong: Roto: What led you here if I may ask?
Rotonoto: i'm not surprised ... i've used the name for years on other sites and only had the reference spotted once
Dexter Fong offers Rotonoto an opportunity to kick the champagne gong around
DJTween: Well, lots of FST folks don't know about the weekly chat
Rotonoto: saw a link on f.t. facebook page
cs: i can barely see
DJTween: That was Merlyn forwarding my post :-)
Dexter Fong: Welcome, Roto..You are some atomic bungle...er butler
DJTween: If you like FST, this is the place to be on Thursday evenings
Dexter Fong: Cat: How many fingers am I holding up?
Rotonoto: this is really annoying on an ipad ... back later on actual machine ... and no buddhist writers!
Dexter Fong: lol
||||||||| Around 11:37 PM, Rotonoto walks off into the sunset...
DJTween: These people have known FST since before the beginning
Principalpoop: f t page, forrest tucker? Fanny Tulane? Fred Thompson?
cs: how would i know?
Dexter Fong: Ahh. It's worse that i Thought
DJTween: Let's hope we get this sort of deluge next week
Dexter Fong: or I thought
Principalpoop: wears me out
Principalpoop: inside out
DJTween: It was quite unexpected
Dexter Fong: Hell, if only 10% come back that's a 250% increase
DJTween: Inside Out is a very good Chick Corea album
Principalpoop: we need to be more interesting and engaging, work on it
DJTween: Yeah, last week was like 3 people lol
||||||||| It's 11:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Ricardo M - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Principalpoop: these 3 are enough, are some regular drop in from time to time
Dexter Fong: I'm working on giving every new chatter a virtual bouquet of roses, and a pair of Manolo 's
cs: sometimes he sings, sometimes he sighs
Dexter Fong: Mostly he just sits at the piano and picks away
Principalpoop: 4
Principalpoop: ahh 5
Principalpoop: 6 would be ok
cs: dex you have a greater access to hallucination
Dexter Fong: for what else can a boy like him do
Principalpoop: barry manolo cds?
cs: the first chick corea album, dex
Dexter Fong: Cat: I lost my pot connection over 6 months ago...I have no access to halucinagens
cs: i agree tween. thanks a lot
Dexter Fong: Thanks Tween, for the sound track and the influx
||||||||| Catherwood leads WALLYSMI in through the front door at 11:43 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Principalpoop: get a glacoma doctor in rhode island
Dexter Fong: Hello Wally
Principalpoop: hi wally, glad you are here, how are you?
DJTween: Until last time, again...NOTICE: Lily Bergman College Fund - https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/lilyfund/
||||||||| tonsyeknom enters at 11:43 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Chapeau Manger.
WALLYSMI: Good evening Dexter
Principalpoop: ask us anything, tell us about yourself, hows toots?
Dexter Fong: iH, monkeyston
Principalpoop: thanks again tween
tonsyeknom: iH ereht !
Dexter Fong: He's speaking like regnad
Principalpoop: drah si siht, yhw
WALLYSMI: Did FT have anything to do with Howard Roberts Antelope Freeway
tonsyeknom: dear ot redrah eht , ecnatnes eht regnol eht.
Principalpoop: there are conflicting stories regarding that, some say yes, some say no, some say maybe, some don't know
Dexter Fong: poop: fles ruoy gnihcuot pots
Principalpoop: stop cooting myself?
Principalpoop: ewwww cooties
WALLYSMI: And the answer is???? No
||||||||| "Hey Thwenny!" ... Thwenny turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 11:49 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
DJTween: Until last time, again...
tonsyeknom: only George T. Lindsey can Cooter correctly
Principalpoop: thanks again tween, ciaoo
cs: yes
tonsyeknom: no wait, thats Goober
||||||||| Outside, the 11:49 PM downtown bus from Virginia pulls away, leaving catherwood coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Principalpoop: well, gollllly
tonsyeknom: no Thats Gomer
Principalpoop: jim nebors meets beyounce
Principalpoop: then who was gomez?
catherwood: well i suppose i'll just have to wait here in the sitting room or sit here in the waiting room
tonsyeknom: he's out with Alverado checking the perimeter
Principalpoop: i did not see him enter, but I smelled his perfume
catherwood: you never said i'd have to k-k-k-k
catherwood: cut!
Principalpoop: shooting reds and yellows all day
residualecho: Sleepy.
catherwood: pyramid patchouli...
Principalpoop: say good night, and sweet dreams, do do do dodo
Principalpoop: isn't that bridge built yet?
catherwood: well, this was cool...where i was a flower of the mountain...yes...
Principalpoop: yes yes and the sweet native boys yes yes
Principalpoop: y'all come back now, y'hear?
catherwood: i need to sleep also...because i'm filled up with more science... but i'm glad i discovered this
Principalpoop: we are here for you, the you team at firesign chat
residualecho: More schooling, and more science, for Morse Science High!
catherwood: before all i did was sell...BELTS! g,nite
Principalpoop: we give you a light, and let you follow it
tonsyeknom: One hundred and twenty million Americans are watching with their two hundred and forty million blue eyes.
residualecho: It's written in a simple code. An English schoolboy could catch it.
Principalpoop: eat it raw, rah rah rah
catherwood: i'm no fun i fell right over
tonsyeknom: thats the spirt!
Principalpoop: oh my knickers
Principalpoop: oh nick, you are such a tool
cs: tool tool tool tool of earl
Principalpoop: have a super week, call me a bus
tonsyeknom: But... this is a bag of shit....
||||||||| At 11:58 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Principalpoop!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
||||||||| Catherwood walks in wearing his pyjamas, yawns, and mumbles "It's midnight here in New York city"...then he falls over and starts snoring loudly..
catherwood: put down that pickle!
tonsyeknom: Strange, yet odd.
||||||||| tonsyeknom leaves to catch the 12:03 AM train to California.
Dexter Fong: Catherwood: What time is it?
||||||||| Catherwood says "It's exactly 12:06 AM!"
||||||||| It's 12:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| catherwood - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| WALLYSMI - dead from jaundice
||||||||| DJTween - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| cs rushes off, saying "12:11 AM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
Dexter Fong: SORRY< BEEN AWAY FROM KEYBOARD>>>NIGHT TO ALL THE Dear Friends
||||||||| It's 12:25 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Florence sashays in at 12:25 AM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
||||||||| It's 12:40 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Florence - dead from measles
||||||||| residualecho - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 2:06 AM, dragging Auns Buttwumper by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Firehead?"
Auns Buttwumper: I could just make out Catherwood through the cotton candy
||||||||| Catherwood gets out through the cotton candy.
Auns Buttwumper: what
Auns Buttwumper: We can't talk here
||||||||| At 2:12 AM, Auns Buttwumper hurries out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Auns Buttwumper into the room, accepts an I.O.U. as a gratuity, mumbles something about 2:13 AM, then departs.
||||||||| It's 2:25 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Auns Buttwumper - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 2:35 AM, dragging Ah Greg by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yo-yo?"
Ah Greg: Are we still here?
||||||||| It's 2:55 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Ah Greg - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| 2:57 AM: Mudhead Jr. jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!"
Mudhead Jr.: kcin
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 3 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| It's 3:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Mudhead Jr. - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Auns Buttwumper steals in around 4:02 AM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
||||||||| It's 4:25 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Auns Buttwumper - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood enters, and announces to all and sundry "It's 4:32 AM, time to change the log file and clean out unused rooms; please exit the chat room for a minute or two. Thank you for your patience."

The Evening's Participants:
4d3fect
Ah Greg
Annika
Artichoke
Auns Buttwumper
catherwood
choppadoo
cs
Dexter Fong
DJTween
Dobie
doodah
Fnord Grellton
GLTirebiter
Googoogajube
Happy Harry Cox
Hemlock Stones
Laughing Otter
LurkingAnonymousPerson
manila envelope
Mc
MellotronGirl!
Merlyn
Mudhead
Mudhead Jr.
other
pavlov's cat
Principalpoop
Ralph Spoilsport
regnad kcin
RegnadKcin
residualecho
Ricardo M
Rotonoto
Señor Tirebiter
Sir Archie Bloke
Sir_Sidney_Fudd
soylentia
Thwenny
tonsyeknom
WALLYSMI

URL References:
https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/funway.html
https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/lilyfund/
https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=bof-ln
http://kboo.fm/FiresignTheatre
http://kboo.fm/node/53592
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u
http://seemrealland.blogspot.ca/
http://www.firesigntheatrelegacy.com/chat