||||||||| Catherwood re-enters the Waiting Room and explains "This is the main discussion room which is logged each night." ||||||||| Catherwood announces, "The time is 4:33 AM - I now declare Thursday's chat log for March 28, 2013 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule... ||||||||| Outside, the 8:19 PM crosstown bus from Billville pulls away, leaving Rufus_T_Firetween coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. ||||||||| Catherwood walks up and announces "Presenting 'DJTween', just granted probation at 8:22 PM", then leaves hurriedly. ||||||||| New notice: '** There will be a Firesign Theatre/US Plus Stimulcast starting at 8pm CST this evening, with music beginning at 7:45pm CST. Listen at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u' ||||||||| 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 Merlyn falls out at 8:36 PM. Merlyn: Well Tween, I can never see your facebook firesign announcements; it only goes up to February DJTween: Have you changed your settings? DJTween: Or maybe FB changed something I need to check out ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 8:39 PM, dragging Citronut by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this idiot?" Merlyn: FB is screwed up ||||||||| starbrander sneaks in around 8:39 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident." Merlyn: I just make up an announcement; if you have anything special, include it in your reminder email to me
DJTween Slaps his forehead starbrander: Greetings DJTween: I've been sending all my shares to a single individual instead of Public DJTween: Yipes! Citronut: you cant get there from here DJTween: Hi starbrander DJTween: You definitely can't get there from there starbrander: Howdy!! Merlyn: that would 'splain it DJTween: huge facepalm starbrander: I Was Here Last Night.... Forgot It Was Wednesday DJTween: These things happen DJTween: You went back to the future! ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - The Grateful Dead’s “Shakedown Street” album - listen at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u' starbrander: I work a wacky schedule DJTween: Throws off the body clock ||||||||| Bozo Sonotroz enters at 8:44 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and dashes off to the Haberdashery Barn. ||||||||| He doesn't HAVE a name... enters at 8:44 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and hurries off to the Haberdashery Barn. starbrander: True, That! ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "8:45 PM and late as usual, it's Floralacres, just back from Funfun Town." DJTween: Hey Bozo, Noname Bozo Sonotroz: Tea Madam? DJTween: Bozo, you'll be happy to know we're playing the Bus album tonight :) starbrander: Hey, Bozo And No Name Merlyn: Catherwood, serve everyone some tea ||||||||| Catherwood hands everyone some tea. starbrander: Two Lumps Please Bozo Sonotroz: roll a coupla' bombers and leave it over there on the table Bozo Sonotroz: I smell burning muck lucks in the fire He doesn't HAVE a name...: Howdy Bozo Sonotroz: Where can I find the wall of science? He doesn't HAVE a name...: Hey, what did the Deadhead say when he ran out of pot? DJTween: hmmmm He doesn't HAVE a name...: "Man, this music SUCKS!" (Ha, I love that joke and I'm a Deadhead DJTween: I give He doesn't HAVE a name...: ) DJTween: LOL DJTween: good one starbrander: Very Good DJTween: Have to remember that ||||||||| Outside, the 8:53 PM uptown bus from Elmertown pulls away, leaving Dexter Fong coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. ||||||||| Catherwood enters with Jacquie Blu close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 8:53 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the Aviary. He doesn't HAVE a name...: Did Firesign ever open for the Dead? That would be interesting. Could probably go either way... starbrander: I Followed The Dead For 4 Shows When They Were With Bob Dylan DJTween: Lo dere Dexter DJTween: Must have been some cool shows Jacquie Blu: hello everyone DJTween: Hi Jacqui starbrander: The Anahiem Show Was Fantastic He doesn't HAVE a name...: Hiya, Toots Dexter Fong: Hi Tween, Merlyn and all the Dear Friends Jacquie Blu: hi DJ starbrander: Hi, Blu Hi Dex Dexter Fong: Hey star He doesn't HAVE a name...: Hi Peggy. Hello, Elliot. ||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and announces "Announcing 'Symptom 6', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:56 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary... Dexter Fong: Helloo, Woodrow DJTween: Hello S6 Dexter Fong: Hiya Symp ||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 8:56 PM, dragging tirebiter1 by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this idiot?" He doesn't HAVE a name...: Ha DJTween: Hi Tirebiter tirebiter1: starbrander - i saw dylan and the dead at the A's stadium Symptom 6: Hello Everyone! I just wanted to give one more plug for my interview with the distinguished Phil Austin! Jacquie Blu: hi tirebiter ||||||||| Outside, the 8:57 PM downtown bus from Seattle pulls away, leaving EWeston coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. Dexter Fong: Plug away S6 tirebiter1: hiya djtween Symptom 6: It will air on WBAI-FM, NY 99.5 and WBAI.org DJTween: S6, be sure to post a URL later on when the big crowd is here tirebiter1: hiya jacquie blu tirebiter1: my dad raised us on firesign theater Dexter Fong: What time of day S6? Symptom 6: Late this Saturday night/early Sunday morning 1-3 AM DJTween: Good for him :) tirebiter1: pre-ordered the book for him as xmas present Jacquie Blu: i raised me on Firesign Theater tirebiter1: now my son can quote nick danger :D starbrander: Hey, Tirebiter .I Was @ The 84-85 Tour @ A's Stadium...Show 3 DJTween: That's great :) ||||||||| Catherwood ushers 4d3fect into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, grumbles something about 8:59 PM, then departs. tirebiter1: lol starbrander - that would have been about the time Jacquie Blu: hi 4d 4d3fect: Whidbey Island? Good god man! starbrander: Very Cool....That Was A Good Show ||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, March 28, 2013 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!" Dexter Fong: Yeah, big landslide on Whidbey He doesn't HAVE a name...: No kiddin on Whidbey - you see the pictures? Jacquie Blu: and they're off!!! 4d3fect: A hill built on mud then? DJTween: Yeah, I was going to ask about the landslides out by Whibley Dexter Fong: Pictures on the Weather Channel DJTween: If any of the Fireheads were affected Dexter Fong: 4D: No, cliffside Dexter Fong: Dunno Tween ||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and intones "Announcing 'cs', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:01 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom... EWeston: what side of Whitby? 4d3fect: right, DJ, just what I wondered Dexter Fong: Only one house damaged DJTween: Hi cease Merlyn: I asked about the Whidbey cliffslide Tween, but no response as yet. I think not, though. cs: Hi all DJTween: Sure looked like a mess Jacquie Blu: hi cs Dexter Fong: Hey Cat cs: Coopeville is a long way from the Ossman house Dexter Fong: Even longer now DJTween: Was just looking at the map DJTween: heheh Dex cs: But I think Bergman used to live near there. He doesn't HAVE a name...:http://tinyurl.com/d64hfdj - Seattle P-I article with pics 4d3fect: tyvm doesn't cs: do you know, merl? Merlyn: "goodbye to nineteen anything!" Merlyn: I dunno cat cs: meaning, where Pete used to live on Whidbey Dexter Fong: Bye-bye 19 ||||||||| Runswithvoles enters at 9:05 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and dashes off to the Haberdashery Barn. cs: not that it's relavent any more ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “I Think We’re All Bozos On This Bus” - listen the 128k stream at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u' ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and snorts derisively "Presenting 'shoes for the dead', just granted probation at 9:05 PM", then leaves hurriedly. ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:06 PM and Tofm bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. shoes for the dead: i was just working on my bus today. Jacquie Blu: hi shoes ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “I Think We’re All Bozos On This Bus” - listen to the 128k stream at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u' DJTween: a VW bus? shoes for the dead: new carrier pigeon bearing He doesn't HAVE a name...: I still sing this shoes for the dead: 51 chevy/wayne Rufus_T_Firetween: I Think We're All Bozos On This Bus - https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=bozos-rv Symptom 6: I'm hot into the assembly process, see you all later Dexter Fong: Later S6 ||||||||| Catherwood leads Uh clem inside, makes a note of the time (9:09 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. Runswithvoles: I've been following that rubber line my hole life! 4d3fect: bah! landscaping, fences, wish all mine would slide into the ocean, grumble grumble shoes for the dead: it's a holey journey cs:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TSrWEwLHTxI&feature=share cs: I hope everyone has seen this. Rufus_T_Firetween: I Think We’re All Bozos On This Bus can be purchased here - http://laughstore.stores.yahoo.net/firtheatithi.html Rufus_T_Firetween: Hello uh clem starbrander: Big Chunk Shifted Alright....Damn cs: Micro flick about the Firesigns. Hopefullly there is more to come ||||||||| Catherwood strides up and announces "Presenting 'Principalpoop', just granted probation at 9:12 PM", then leaves hurriedly. cs: Hi poop ||||||||| Catherwood leads ge||ge inside, makes a note of the time (9:12 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. Rufus_T_Firetween: Hey P He doesn't HAVE a name...: Howdy PP Principalpoop: hey oh DJTween: Hi gellge Dexter Fong: Hey Poop' ge||ge: gooood evening! Principalpoop: fun on the funway Jacquie Blu: hi gellge Dexter Fong: Hi ge||ge Principalpoop: thank yuuuu starbrander: Howdy, PP ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies LauraS into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, grumbles something about 9:14 PM, then departs. Principalpoop: and lo, under the bridge came a catfish Jacquie Blu: hi Laura ||||||||| Catherwood ushers dolldrop into the room, accepts three dimes as a gratuity, grumbles something about 9:14 PM, then departs. starbrander: Howdy, gellge and Laura cs: they're dropping like dolls! LauraS: So, is Whidbey slip-sliding away, or what? Everyone safe? Rufus_T_Firetween: I Think We're All Bozos on This Bus at Wikipedia - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/I_Think_We%27re_All_Bozos_on_This_Bus EWeston: I still have my chigger bike ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Spud Coolzip inside, makes a note of the time (9:16 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. starbrander: Some Coastal Areas.....Landslides Jacquie Blu: hi Spud ||||||||| "9:17 PM? 9:17 PM!!" says Catherwood, "DapperDave should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as DapperDave enters and sits at the bar. Spud Coolzip: Howdy partner Principalpoop: I am la brea man starbrander: Howdy Dave And Spud Jacquie Blu: i dig the earth... it's a nice place DapperDave: Just waiting for the Electrician... Spud Coolzip: So civil. cs: you know austin's story about the la brea tar pits? Principalpoop: who invented the week? Spud Coolzip: do tell cs. cs: on his Tales of the Old Detective audio project Principalpoop: Sir Sydney Fudd cs: The story is called The Precipace of Angels. Highly reccommended shoes for the dead: a long tall read cs: Listen, actually. Principalpoop: If you push something hard enough, it will fall over. EWeston: Leading to the motor operated pushover cs: Tween should play it sometimes Spud Coolzip: There's that cornstarch DapperDave: Awe He's no fun...he fell right over! Spud Coolzip: The masters of glorious character-actor cliches ||||||||| 9:22 PM: dogzilla jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!" shoes for the dead: testicles little deviants? Principalpoop: I can dig it Principalpoop: straight ahead EWeston: Continuing today, with The First Deformed Church of Science, Fiction Spud Coolzip: Love it "shoes for" DJTween: Will the Reverend Barnstormer be having an Easter service? ||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Runswithvoles - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Floralacres - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Citronut - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... shoes for the dead: Rockey will be at the cervix EWeston: With the traditional Easter gerbals? ||||||||| bobbelieu tiptoes in around 9:26 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident." Bozo Sonotroz: Easter is kinda' like havin' bees livin' in yer head. So ... I say "Live-it or LiveWith-it! Principalpoop: bursting with a short question about my place in the future ||||||||| 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 George Stevens plummets into the garden at 9:26 PM. bobbelieu: It was the pickles... George Stevens: Ouch, my nose! Spud Coolzip: Throbbing blue line..yes Principalpoop: rubber yellow line ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:27 PM and Elayne bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. Bozo Sonotroz: please don't forget to bump your shoes Elayne: Evenin' all! Just got home from work. Jacquie Blu: hi Elayne Dexter Fong: Hey E Jacquie Blu: welcome home, Elayne cs: Hi El EWeston: That grape leaf has a record Elayne: So I just read that Paul Williams, the one who founded Crawdaddy, has passed away after a long battle against Alzheimer's. bobbelieu: So, first time here. Just a collection of nonsequetorial conversation? DJTween: Hey E Elayne: Pretty much, Bobbe. Talk about whatever you feel like! If PA or PP or DO comes on, you can ask them questions. PA was on last week. Spud Coolzip: Great low-rez-voice Dick Nick Bozo Sonotroz: Yo "E" You know if you lived here you'd be home by now ...Welcome home from the future Dexter Fong: bobb: Why would you think that? DJTween: If you find a meaningful tread, bobbelieu, do let us know cs: Austin has been here a lot recently. DJTween: *thread Principalpoop: hello E Elayne: Oh, and DO is fine, by the way, his and Judith's house on Whidbey was at least 8 miles away from the landslide that occurred there yesterday. bobbelieu: Hey, just wanna know the ground rules... ;) Elayne: Thanks BozoS! I can't wait for it to be the future so I can stop doing all this overtime. ge||ge: @bobbelieu: No advertizing Spud Coolzip: Hey Elayne, I'm Seattle also. Who is Whidbey shoes for the dead: non-equestrian talk is ok too Spud Coolzip: Whoa is Whidbey Elayne: Well gellge, that's not strictly true, you can advertise Firesign products. :) Principalpoop: the answer is 42 bobbe, check the cheese log Dexter Fong: Shoe: Right, but no horsing around Elayne: Spud, Whidbey Island is off the coast of Washington State, and it's where the Ossmans live. Spud Coolzip: I know who am Whidbey the island Spud Coolzip: Sorry I said "who" instead of "whoa" George Stevens: Who am us, anyway? bobbelieu: It's slowly peeling off the world. Happens a lot lately. Homes floating by on the Sound... Elayne: Oh, sorry Spud. You weren't anywhere near the landslide, were you? Principalpoop: State maintenance question Elayne: That's some scary shit, there. We have some places around here with landslide potential... Elayne: Just so, Bobbe! Rufus_T_Firetween: I Think We're All Bozos On This Bus - https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=bozos-rv Spud Coolzip: Is you is, or is you am... yes, California is mudlside mania George Stevens: The pictures on the evening news were unbelieveable. Elayne: See folks, Tween is allowed to advertise. :) bobbelieu: I'm up on the Sammamish plateau about 20 miles east of Seattle and it happens up here. Only the homes get buried. Rufus_T_Firetween: I Think We're All Bozos on This Bus at Wikipedia - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/I_Think_We%27re_All_Bozos_on_This_Bus ge||ge: Love the LISP references. bobbelieu: "Floating by on the sound" sounds much more romantic ||||||||| Catherwood ushers GaryFiresign in through the front door at 9:32 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. Rufus_T_Firetween: I Think We’re All Bozos On This Bus can be purchased here - http://laughstore.stores.yahoo.net/firtheatithi.html Spud Coolzip: Elayne: no I'm on the mainland, as it were. Near Seattle Elayne: Thanks for the reminder, Tween, I forgot to turn the sound on! Elayne: Sounds like it's on Side 2 already... Elayne: "Why does the porridge bird lay his egg in the air?"... "Unhappy MACNAM..." :) DJTween: yes 'tis Spud Coolzip: Yes side 2. First voice intrepretation of computer code. Great. EWeston: The area is unconsolidated glacial till, it falls dowmhill easily shoes for the dead: he broke the precedent DJTween: Some Hour Hour from 1970 up next Elayne: Happens a lot, shoes. :) Elayne: GLacial till, EWeston? I had no idea. Spud Coolzip: I have to split, But must say: Bozos and Everything You Know are my favorites. Brilliant. Dexter Fong: Night Spud Elayne: Nice chatting with you, Spud! Rufus_T_Firetween: Later Spud EWeston: Spoor of glaciers George Stevens: See ya, spud. Say hey to kim for us. Spud Coolzip: Keep it rollin' bobbelieu: Glacier muck. Try putting in a garden here. Your shovel makes sparks. Fun at night... Principalpoop: thank yuuuu EWeston: You don't see many 57 year old potatoes, in trick suits, bye :) ||||||||| GaryFiresign leaves to catch the 9:36 PM train to Funfun Town. Principalpoop: as seen on Who asked for it? EWeston: Cheeze it, the COPS! Principalpoop: here comes deputy dan DJTween: Don’t forget to check out the Firesign Theatre Funway for a cool page full of Flash goodies. Just move your mouse over various areas of the page - https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/funway.html DJTween: Deputy Dan Has No Friends Principalpoop: Clone me EWeston: The character takes charge ||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| 4d3fect - dead from the common cold ||||||||| Tofm - dead from measles ||||||||| LauraS - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| dogzilla - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Elayne: Dr. Memory really does remind me of a Google search. :) cs: Indeed, El ||||||||| bobbelieu rushes off, saying "9:41 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?" shoes for the dead: probly the original idea George Stevens: I read gypsy doctor! EWeston: I like that bit Dupety Dan lost his pants ge||ge: Matago ya kuku mweusi, nadhani, George Stevens: And his friends ge||ge: Ni mbali, mbele au nyuma; ||||||||| uhCLEM steps in at 9:42 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. ge||ge: Haikuta mayai kuku huku au sasa-- ge||ge: Ni kwa hivi haipatikani. DJTween: gesundheit George Stevens: Coo-coo cachoo! ge||ge: The Space Child's Mother Goose, "page" 29 George Stevens: Ah, Canadian! Elayne: Oh, just brilliant. Thanks for airing that, Tween! Merlyn: we got two clems cs: That's what is says on my passport Principalpoop: weird as a beard ||||||||| LB Inc sashays in at 9:45 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. EWeston: Elay importantay necessary Cujo remain ecee He doesn't HAVE a name...: thanks for that, DJT DJTween: yw :) Principalpoop: 1970 oh my ||||||||| Catherwood ushers Nick45 inside, makes a note of the time (9:46 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. uhCLEM: It's Maundy Thursday. He doesn't HAVE a name...: must jettison - toodle-loo, all George Stevens: CS: ist that korrectite? ||||||||| At 9:46 PM, He doesn't HAVE a name... vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted! shoes for the dead: antichristler motors ge||ge: Great. Stuff I don't remember having heard. DJTween: The Firesign Theatre at Wikipedia - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Firesign_Theatre shoes for the dead: Sell those Demons!! DJTween: from the Hour Hour show back in 1970 Elayne: Ah, that's where "A mighty hot dog is our Lord" came from. DJTween: not commercially released cs: this is from the Duke of Madness Motors collection they released a couple of years ago ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "9:48 PM and late as usual, it's das, just back from California." George Stevens: So much of what appears on the first four or five albums is on the DOMM shows. It is fun to try and spot the stuff. Rufus_T_Firetween: Lots of old never-released bits available at Radio Free Oz - http://www.radiofreeoz.com/ ||||||||| Captain Equinox steals in around 9:49 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident." Elayne: I love "I'm Not on Anybody's Food Chain," great hymn. :) Rufus_T_Firetween: Firesign Theatre Podcasts at - https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/podcasting/indexx.html Dexter Fong: Hour Hour show of 3/29/1970 Rufus_T_Firetween: Yeah, that was great, E :) George Stevens: Hey the oz site is back. I tried to access it last week and it had vanished mysteriously. ge||ge: I'm never gonna get this Qualified Dividends & Capital Gain Tax Worksheet done! Rufus_T_Firetween: lol Dexter Fong: George: They were cleaning it Captain Equinox: Hi guys, sorry I'm late. Did I miss anything? Rufus_T_Firetween: FSt can be quite distracting ;) Elayne: Gellge, I gave up on my tax friends at 8 PM, and left them all at work... ge||ge: Thursday nights are too much fun. Dexter Fong: Cap: Check the log George Stevens: Thanks for the explanation, Dex. I was a bit sad as it seemed to be gone for good. Elayne: Great Groucho tale. George Stevens: I need to download some of ghe old oz show stuff they have there. I only have a few bits that the old Freditor put out years ago. Principalpoop: believe it, or don't uhCLEM ) EWeston: s is icropho n? ge||ge: Groucho seemed to have been everywhere, eh? Elayne: I missed where Proctor & Bergman said this flight was. Principalpoop: i am not sure if this is funny or scary site E... http://www.apfn.org/apfn/flag.htm ||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Spud Coolzip - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Elayne: I think it's brilliant, PrinPoop, I'm using it! Principalpoop: insidious, putting gold fringe on the flag loool George Stevens: The flag is beyond the fringe! starbrander: Later...I'm Going To Have A Cup Of Reco....ummm Coco ...Good Evening, All Captain Equinox: Der Schnifter didn't drink vodka, because it made him mean! Elayne: Glucose and caffeine, all the things that make life worth dying... Principalpoop: ciao bender George Stevens: Don't say his name!!! Elayne: I can see this turned into a Der Untergang bit... ||||||||| 9:57 PM -- starbrander left for parts unknown.(Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow"). Elayne: And whatever you do, George, DON'T TALK ABOUT ZE VAR!!! George Stevens: I did, but I think I got away with it. Elayne: I love that they're discussing the Abbie Hoffman shirt, which was contemporary back then. Now everyone wraps themselves in flag clothing, it seems. Principalpoop: more flag jokes, a quinky-dinky ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. Elayne: Oh dear, a government crisis in Italy. Thank goodness we don't have those any more@! uhCLEM: Where's Porgie? Dexter Fong: He;s in jail DJTween: I had a flag shirt back in the early 70's. My ex-Marine uncle was not amused DJTween: He's in Radio Prison Principalpoop: I had red white and blue striped bell bottom pants uhCLEM: Along with 2,000,000 other Americans? DJTween: probably ||||||||| LB Inc leaves to catch the 10:03 PM train to Funfun Town. DJTween: How very Peter Maxx, P EWeston: I had red white and blue socks in that time Principalpoop: i miss my plastic cloud shirts uhCLEM: Can I get a ride back to Billville? Elayne: I've never seen a plastic cloud, PrinPoop... DJTween: Don’t forget to check out the Firesign Theatre Funway for a cool page full of Flash goodies. Just move your mouse over various areas of the page - https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/funway.html EWeston: The Matilda Briggs should be passing by soon Principalpoop: you don't recall the shirts with clouds on the front and back, made of some synthetic fabric uhCLEM: No, they call them Chem Trails now. Principalpoop: like a fleetwood mac album cover lol Elayne: uclem, Chem Trails would be a great name for a band. uhCLEM: Happy Trails to you to. Principalpoop: saint dappyankle? uhCLEM: And to think they didn't have the internet to create this cs: Just their intelligence DJTween: or digital editing for their very complex albums, cease DJTween: er, clem Dexter Fong: It's *uh* clem, tween Principalpoop: dog wants out, but I wanta keep listening, rats, brb ||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Nick45 - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| das - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... uhCLEM: turn up the volume ||||||||| Rebus tiptoes in around 10:10 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident." DJTween: Hi Rebus Elayne: Time to go detox. See y'all next week! DJTween: Rest well, E Dexter Fong: Night E cs: by el George Stevens: Night Ms. e! Merlyn: bye E Rebus: Not sure I understand what's going on in here... ||||||||| Elayne says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Elayne exits at 10:11 PM. uhCLEM: Keep em flyin EWeston: See yah E Dexter Fong: Rebus: Just sit back and let it soak in
DJTween wonders if radio logs work well in the fireplace ||||||||| 10:11 PM: more sugar jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!" DJTween: Hi sugar ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - Hour Hour “Easter Sunday Sunday!” - listen to the 128k stream at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u' DJTween: oops, forgot the banner Dexter Fong: ..and we've been talking 'bout you for more than five minutes more sugar: owdy uhCLEM: Don't forget to pump your shoes. Rebus: Oh! It's pulsing! more sugar: Whats the birdseye lowdown on this caper EWeston: Don't let them near a phone line...they'll soon be be tapping it. DJTween: This is an Hour Hour series episode from 1970 more sugar: Ah right up my alley Rebus: Beauty! George Stevens: Well, I must go where the bozos go. Good night all. ||||||||| At 10:16 PM, George Stevens rushes out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..." Dexter Fong: It's in my eye!!! more sugar: I resemble that remark ge||ge: Squeeze the schnooz! EWeston: Honey, their in everybody's alleys uhCLEM: They're in everybodys eggs. more sugar: I'll be back Dexter Fong: Okay!! ||||||||| Catherwood says "10:18 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs more sugar by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door EWeston: Theyre everywhere then. Do they spereke Engrish? uhCLEM: Who'a won the second world war, you so smart. Rebus: Park and Lock iT! EWeston: Not Responsible! Park and lock it! uhCLEM: Not Responsible. ge||ge: My erstwhile semi-boss is in the heart of japan as we speak. EWeston: Shmoot that man he's an imposter! Principalpoop: back, hashish laced with opium, oh my ge||ge: Just past breakfast I think ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "10:22 PM and late as usual, it's Nancy, just back from Colorado." cs: Miso shiru, probably cs: Hi Nancy Principalpoop: Mister and miso shiru Rebus: Thanx to whoever brought this about. I shall return! (It would help to get the email a efw hours in advance...) ||||||||| Catherwood says "10:24 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Nancy by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door cs: By Nancy Rebus: Cue Catherwood... ||||||||| Catherwood rushes alongside Rebus and inquires "Someone mention my name?" EWeston: Kids in the oven? ||||||||| Catherwood says "10:24 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Rebus by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door ||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Captain Equinox - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| DapperDave - dead from measles ||||||||| dolldrop - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Uh clem - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Bozo Sonotroz - dead from measles ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Nancy in through the front door at 10:25 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. cs: I thought everyone knew her as Audrey Farber ge||ge: That was only Betty Principalpoop: efw? no efyou ||||||||| Outside, the 10:25 PM uptown bus from Los Angeles pulls away, leaving ecmotoast coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. Dexter Fong: ; Principalpoop: that comma fong cs: better comma than coma Principalpoop: poontang Nancy: Oh Nick, you're such a tool...! Dexter Fong: semi coma toast EWeston: Wnat a sap she had! Nancy: Oh Nick you're such a tool! Nancy: There's an echo in here... ge||ge: Incredible these guys are ALWAYS current! ||||||||| ecmotoast sneaks away to The Sitting Room... Principalpoop: rock and roll the rock away Symptom 6: Still working on the Phil Austin interview to air this weekend Symptom 6: On WBAI-FM, NY 99.5 and WBAI.org ||||||||| Nancy departs at 10:28 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?" Symptom 6: Late Sat or Early Sunday 1-3 AM morning Principalpoop: the hacienda hotel in bakersfield cs: someone will listen to it, 6 cs: whats the name of the show? Principalpoop: with onions and pickles, lettuce, tomato, glass of coke-cola Dexter Fong: Morning Dew Dexter Fong: Cat cs: will it be archived? Symptom 6: streaming at http://stream.wbai.org/ Symptom 6: yes it will , for 2 weeks cs: good to hear Symptom 6: I hope to see you all there Merlyn: I'll send out a firesign email on it, Symptom Dexter Fong: Tween: Sorry to give you the bad news but that was not the complete broadcast cs: good idea, merl ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - Bergman/Krassner Interview (2003) - listen to the 128k stream at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u' Dexter Fong: Tween: That was a bit less than half the complete Hour Hour show Principalpoop: it did end without an ending cs: where is this from? Dexter Fong: Statistics courtesy of DOMM DJTween: Dexter Fong: Tween: Sorry to give you the bad news but that was not the complete broadcast < you should tell Doc, because that's all there is in the Podcast archive Dexter Fong: I'd tell Doc if he ever came around =)) DJTween: in the iTunes podcast directory Symptom 6: Thanks so much! cs: oh this is from the rfo archive doc was broadcasting cs: i know bergman and krassner had a radio show during iran-contra EWeston: A conversation that would never appear to everyday America at the time, pity. cs: and of course, the play they did with harry shearer DJTween: I'm working with what's been put up at the iTunes podcast directory these days, bot OZ and FST DJTween: Would love to hear the Iran-Contra dialogs DJTween: *both cs: maybe they're on some kpfk archives somewhere EWeston: Bye all. ||||||||| "10:37 PM? I'm late!" exclaims EWeston, who then dashes out through the french doors and down through the bushes. cs: by weston Dexter Fong: Night EW cs: this is from before air america ge||ge: Good bye EW ||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| ecmotoast - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| boomer49 sneaks in around 10:43 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last month's "unpleasant incident." Principalpoop: yes tween cs: thanks again, tween Dexter Fong: Night Tween and muchas thanks Principalpoop: thanks yes ||||||||| New notice: 'Lily Bergman College Fund - https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/lilyfund/' ge||ge: Where might there be a discussion about the Lili fund? ||||||||| Outside, the 10:46 PM crosstown bus from Hellmouth pulls away, leaving doggedly coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. Merlyn: yep, thanks again tween Principalpoop: ahh M, thank you M Rufus_T_Firetween:https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/lilyfund/ Rufus_T_Firetween: good web page :) ge||ge: I'll check it out. Rufus_T_Firetween: Thanks for listening, folks... Principalpoop: I think we are all bozos on this bus DJTween: Until last time, again... Principalpoop: welcome to the future ||||||||| 10:48 PM -- DJTween left for parts unknown.(Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow"). ||||||||| At 10:48 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Rufus_T_Firetween!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on... ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 10:49 PM, dragging Pico by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Yahoo ™?" ge||ge: OK. Maybe *now* I can proceed with line 18 on the QD&CG Tax Worksheet. cs: they come, they go Dexter Fong: Next week, Dear Friends ||||||||| Dexter Fong rushes off, saying "10:50 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?" Principalpoop: ciao fong Merlyn: me too, byeee cs: by dex ||||||||| "10:50 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Merlyn, who then dashes out through the french doors and down through the flowerbeds. Principalpoop: bus already? bye cat, all Principalpoop: night all ||||||||| At 10:50 PM, Principalpoop scurries out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..." cs: hey i got a nickel. wait for MEeeeee. ge||ge: @cs: I've listened to 12Suppositions through twice ||||||||| 10:51 PM -- cs left for parts unknown.(Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow"). ||||||||| "Hey Pico!" ... Pico turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 10:52 PM, I don't have to go yet!"... ge||ge: Oh well. @Symptom6: What is the webpage for the radio station donations? ||||||||| Around 10:53 PM, doggedly walks off into the sunset... ge||ge: While I wait, here is the bottom half to the 29's right "page": ||||||||| It's 10:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| uhCLEM - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ge||ge: I suspect that the egg-laying locales of the black hen ge||ge: Are far away in-front-or-behind in-either-time-or-space ge||ge: She doesn't lay eggs here on this very spot or now--- ge||ge: Because of this, eggs are not obtainable. ge||ge: Sigh. I can root around in the inter_tubes for a donut action place. I take flight! ||||||||| ge||ge leaves at 10:58 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..." ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. Jacquie Blu: . ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 11:06 PM and W.Stool sashays out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. ||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'Manila E.', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 11:20 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary... ||||||||| It's 11:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| W.Stool - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Jacquie Blu - dead from measles ||||||||| Symptom 6 - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Catherwood enters with L. Bill Rubbered close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 11:35 PM tree-stunting plans, and scurries off to the Aviary. L. Bill Rubbered: I've got the riveruns. L. Bill Rubbered: Tree stunting plans? You must mean the Liberty Oak. It's stunted alright. L. Bill Rubbered: Seevots Winsakle, where are you? ||||||||| It's 11:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Manila E. - dead from the common cold ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... L. Bill Rubbered: I'm keeping a fibro-mialgia diary. L. Bill Rubbered: I have no problem with dying, just as long as I can breathe. (I said that) L. Bill Rubbered: Eyeball-to-eyeball... L. Bill Rubbered: And now, introducing...the new i-ball. L. Bill Rubbered: I just reakized the Lily Tomlin/Olive Oyl connection. Other revelations to follow. ||||||||| "Hey L. Bill Rubbered!" ... L. Bill Rubbered turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 11:47 PM, I don't have to go yet!"... ||||||||| It's 11:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| RedPillTweeny - dead from measles ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| 11:56 PM: Hemlock Stones (The Real One!) jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!" Hemlock Stones (The Real One!): I apologize for my tardiness; it's my tree suit again! ||||||||| 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.. Hemlock Stones (The Real One!): And yes, I heard you talking about me! Hemlock Stones (The Real One!): But not to worry; I perceive behind your verbiage a singular attitude of mind! Hemlock Stones (The Real One!): And whose mind, you ask? Hemlock Stones (The Real One!): Catherwood! Look up at the sky. What do you see? ||||||||| Catherwood looks up at the sky what do you see. ||||||||| It's 12:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| boomer49 - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| tirebiter1 - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Hemlock Stones (The Real One!): Are you looking, Catherwood? ||||||||| Catherwood walks right past Hemlock Stones (The Real One!) ||||||||| It's 12:25 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Hemlock Stones (The Real One!) - dead from the common cold ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| martino waltzes in at 12:44 AM carrying an obsidian door knocker. ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 12:50 AM and He doesn't HAVE a name... waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. ||||||||| It's 12:55 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| martino - dead from the common cold ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and intones "Presenting 'shaxmatist', just granted probation at 12:59 AM", then leaves hurriedly. ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 1 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. shaxmatist: The time in South Korea is 2p. Set your clocks accordingly. shaxmatist: Yes, dear friends .. I'm living in the future. A fair for all and no fair to anybody. shaxmatist: I note a dearth of electricity. I must have arrived too late. ||||||||| It's 1:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| He doesn't HAVE a name... - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| shaxmatist, spotting Bradshaw, runs into The Sitting Room. ||||||||| shaxmatist climbs in through the window at the ungodly hour of 1:12 AM ||||||||| shaxmatist sneaks away to Public Address System... ||||||||| shaxmatist climbs in through the window at the ungodly hour of 1:14 AM ||||||||| It's 1:25 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| shaxmatist - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| "1:27 AM? 1:27 AM!!" says Catherwood, "ElevatorDoorOpens should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as ElevatorDoorOpens enters and sits on the couch. ElevatorDoorOpens: I seem to have successfully missed everything.... ||||||||| It's 1:40 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| ElevatorDoorOpens - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 1:57 AM and More Sugar steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 2 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| It's 2:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| More Sugar - dead from The Plague ||||||||| 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
bobbelieu
Bozo Sonotroz
Captain Equinox
Citronut
cs
DapperDave
Dexter Fong
DJTween
Elayne
ElevatorDoorOpens
EWeston
ge||ge
George Stevens
He doesn't HAVE a name...
Hemlock Stones (The Real One!)
Jacquie Blu
LauraS
L. Bill Rubbered
Merlyn
more sugar
Nancy
Principalpoop
Rebus
Rufus_T_Firetween
Runswithvoles
shaxmatist
shoes for the dead
Spud Coolzip
starbrander
Symptom 6
tirebiter1 uhCLEM
