||||||||| 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 June 13, 2013 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule... ||||||||| 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 RedPillTweeny gets out at 5:36 PM. ||||||||| It's 5:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| RedPillTweeny - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "8:27 PM and late as usual, it's DJTween, just back from Elmertown." ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:28 PM and Rufus_T_Firetween steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. ||||||||| 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 to the stream at 128k at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k for dial-up users at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u (streaming server graciously provided by Radio Free Dishnuts - www.dishnuts.net)' ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 8:41 PM, dragging DrWho42 by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this web surfer?" Rufus_T_Firetween: Hello Doctor DrWho42: Hello Rufus, glad to be back ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - Warm Up Music- listen to the stream at 128k at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k for dial-up users at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u (streaming server graciously provided by Radio Free Dishnuts - www.dishnuts.net)' DJTween: We're Glad You Made It! DrWho42: How is everyone tonight? DJTween: Just the two of us here at the moment ;) DrWho42: Lol, well, I'll check again around showtime :P DJTween: I have two monikers (two computers to make the station) DJTween: people should start showing up soon DrWho42: Oh, I'm sure. I mostly just have the one, but I go by Ben on Facebook (how I found the chat) ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "8:49 PM and late as usual, it's allbozos, just back from Albuquerque." DJTween: Hi Bozos ||||||||| Outside, the 8:49 PM downtown bus from Hellmouth pulls away, leaving anarchitek coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. DJTween: Hi Anarch DrWho42: Hello All You Bozos and Anarchitek anarchitek: Hello all anarchitek: where's the crowd? DJTween: I just sent out the announcements a couple of minutes ago DJTween: They'll gather by showtime ||||||||| 8:52 PM: Bozos jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!" DJTween: and yet more Bozos! Bozos: so are we supposed to hear an album here?? Bozos: oh, and hello folks! allbozos: hello dear friends DrWho42: Hello Bozos allbozos: damn chromium switch ||||||||| Catherwood escorts Pico & Alvarado inside, makes a note of the time (8:56 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. DJTween: This is Ricky Scaggs and Kentucky Thunder, btw DJTween: Hi Pico ||||||||| Hawkmoth enters at 8:56 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Hat Pack Annex. DJTween: Hi Hawkmoth Hawkmoth: Hellooo. :) DJTween: Get on the lift! Pico & Alvarado: dear friends ||||||||| 8:58 PM: regnad kcin 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 Regnad Hawkmoth: Welcome Regnad! allbozos: follow thr rubber line ||||||||| shoes for the dead enters at 8:59 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Haberdashery Barn. shoes for the dead: howdy all DJTween: Hi Shoes ||||||||| "8:59 PM? 8:59 PM!!" says Catherwood, "KingOfL33t should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as KingOfL33t enters and sits on the divan. ||||||||| Catherwood ushers Uh-clem in through the front door at 8:59 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. ||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, June 13, 2013 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!" ||||||||| Merlyn sneaks in around 9:00 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident." DrWho42: Hello everyone DJTween: Hey Merlyn ||||||||| 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 Nyarlathotep falls out at 9:00 PM. Merlyn: hi all ||||||||| Outside, the 9:00 PM downtown bus from Hellmouth pulls away, leaving Principalpoop coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. DJTween: Hey P shoes for the dead: knock knock, Who Principalpoop: hey there ||||||||| Outside, the 9:00 PM uptown bus from Vancouver pulls away, leaving CS coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. ||||||||| 9:01 PM: WotZinaName jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!" ||||||||| Beet enters at 9:01 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and hurries off to the Haberdashery Barn. ||||||||| 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 J House-a-fire disembarks at 9:01 PM. Uh-clem: Uh-clem Principalpoop: a crowd, i should sell corn dogs DrWho42: I'm here. Who's there? :P Beet: Very much on time tonight. Howdy Nyarlathotep: Where the HELL am I and what happened to my horse? DrWho42: I'm reposting this for SubGenii. regnad kcin: stream working in chrome? WotZinaName: Oh my favorite hymn! CS: Hi all Pico & Alvarado: footbillying DJTween: Hey cease Principalpoop: i heard this song on andy griffin, the darlings right? regnad kcin: mmmehhhhh no tsraem Beet: This song is too heavy for me ||||||||| "9:02 PM? 9:02 PM!!" says Catherwood, "EWeston should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as EWeston enters and sits at the bar. Pico & Alvarado: deep dip darlings regnad kcin: stream* Principalpoop: m3u files should play on chrome Uh-clem: Uh-clem Principalpoop: post carter america, that would be raygunville regnad kcin: read me doctor memory Pico & Alvarado: will Mr uh-clem please report to the hospitality shelter, immediately Hawkmoth: YES! We're on, ok. ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - JUST FOLKS - listen to the stream at 128k at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k for dial-up users at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u - this album can be purchased at: http://www.firesigntheatrelegacy.com/firesale/firesale.php?audio#JUSFLKPFTFTJ' Hawkmoth: 5 is rolling, 3 we have speed.. 2.. lol EWeston: Whew! Hawkmoth: I realize now, yes I remember this one. :) Rufus_T_Firetween: Just Folks at Firesign Media - https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=jf-ln regnad kcin: you broke the president shoes for the dead: PP!! Principalpoop: strong feelings about that CS: Haven't listened to this in awhile ||||||||| 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 Edmund-Edmund plummets into the garden at 9:06 PM. Beet: Uckum Mall shoes for the dead: Fawka Mall regnad kcin: YESSS!!! Pico & Alvarado: duck dong province Hawkmoth: lol too many will sleep in other people's cars. regnad kcin: has straem ---> Rufus_T_Firetween: Good catch, Pico :-) Hawkmoth: How's your day and how's your old man? regnad kcin: <---- Principalpoop: golden i hope DrWho42: Bon apres-midi EWeston: How's your uncles new shnorkling device Beet: R U? Hawkmoth: lol Beet yep. Principalpoop: i went deeef Hawkmoth: they just don't have the trained skills to be able to say it. ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:08 PM and Lil waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. Principalpoop: lydia oh lydia Hawkmoth: lulz. Hawkmoth: No communication between people at all. ||||||||| Megimp enters at 9:08 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Haberdashery Barn. Lil: Geez can't you give me something more to hold onto than a skimpy old grape? Hawkmoth: unic ations immy! DJTween: ** Would you like to talk on the air about your experiences with the Firesign Theatre? Have you met them or attended their concerts? We want to hear from you :) Just let me know in chat and you can Skype in to the radio station and tell everyone about it! Principalpoop: How are you? ||||||||| "I'm going to The Auditorium" says WotZinaName, and leaves. DJTween: Hi Gimp ||||||||| It's 9:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Bozos - dead from the common cold ||||||||| allbozos - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Lil: Don't have Skype but met them in NYC it was a great show Principalpoop: ahh clarence snake ||||||||| "9:10 PM? 9:10 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Artie should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Artie enters and sits at the bar. Hawkmoth: DJTween I never met any or attended their concerts but I listened to the albums with my Dad when I was little.. we put the Mark Time diorama together together. :) EWeston: We have a damp piece of ivy Lil CS: what a wonderful childhood, hawkmoth regnad kcin: oh my god iv'e... iv'e got jaundice Hawkmoth: later I collected their later stuff too and now I have a pretty solid collection of vinyl. DJTween: @ Lil - would you like to talk about the show? Lil: Sure what would you like to know DrWho42: I've listened to clips on the Hour of Slack and followed those up with their albums Hawkmoth: Oh that diorama we put together got lost to time but I found another one in a second hand shop so now I have 2 copies of Mark Time.. one with the original diorama. Lil: The crowd was really jazzed shoes for the dead: i infected my kids with this too Lil: The stranger sitting next to me even offered me a hit off his smoke lol Rufus_T_Firetween: >>Hawkmoth: DJTween I never met any or attended their concerts but I listened to the albums with my Dad when I was little.. we put the Mark Time diorama together together. :) << I had the original vinyl also, and foolishly sold it :/ DrWho42: The most excellent soundscapes Megimp: Chat is hard to do Lil: It was like Rocky Horror, people were shouting out and finishing their lines ||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 9:13 PM, dragging mistabumpy by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Firehead?" regnad kcin: <---got vinyl EWeston: All the red leaked Hawkmoth: I have found it interesting that the best speakers I have now only come close to the audio fidelity of the past. Rufus_T_Firetween: Sounds really cool, Lil Lil: Yep right DrWho42: What about cuttlefish? Rufus_T_Firetween: Nice, Regnad Hawkmoth: I had whole pieces memorized, but this was my least best known one.. but listening now cracking up that I remember more than I thought. shoes for the dead: stiff idiot Lil: People were squeaking their bozo noses and wearing fezes EWeston: Rock or space? Hawkmoth: Good Lord a stiff idiot is the worst kind. DrWho42: Hello mista bumpy CS: this reminds me of bergman talking about going to an outdoor film in turkey and people were grabbing insects out of the air and eating them regnad kcin: <---just scored klh 55 DrWho42: An old Saturday morning favorite Hawkmoth: Eat it. DJTween: yipes cease CS: i think that was on Talking Over Each Other shoes for the dead: singe em ! Hawkmoth: Squirrels eating squirrels, my God that's sick! DrWho42: Secret Squirrel's Secrets Lil: I met them all afterwards for a photo signing EWeston: Waddabout centipeds? Lil: They said they had forgotten how much fun the NYC audiences were Hawkmoth: Please tell me what to do?? lol. DrWho42: I've met Kids in the Hall in person. Hawkmoth: lmao "a crush all over her body" Pico & Alvarado: eat it raw raw raw rah Principalpoop: he is a bad scout Lil: Still have the t-shirt from that one, it has the pic of the Dwarf cover on it Hawkmoth: the girl refuses to eat and looks like the wrath of God! EWeston: Blackend squirrel? Principalpoop: wrong isn't exactly right Hawkmoth: tell us Verna! shoes for the dead: professional adult EWeston: A time warp into the 70's Hawkmoth: omg I was just thinking.. I was sleeping in my pram to this. Hawkmoth: for years on end probably. ||||||||| 9:18 PM -- Lil left for parts unknown.(Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow"). ||||||||| bob sneaks in around 9:18 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident." ||||||||| Lil sashays in at 9:18 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. Principalpoop: no big deal, you still sleep in your pram DJTween: wb Lil, hey bob Lil: That's better, I like door knockers DrWho42: Praise "Bob"! Principalpoop: whatever a pram is EWeston: An he won't share. Hawkmoth: just being silly I sleep in a regular bed now. Praise Bob! Rufus_T_Firetween: parameter RAM? Hawkmoth: and Doctor Who too. CS: originally called Mutt n' Cheops Hawkmoth: Welcome Doctor Who~ Lil: pram is a baby carriage bob: Bob be praised Principalpoop: you dumb old coot DJTween: you worship yourself, bob? Hawkmoth: slash slash slash point two Hawkmoth: this is my job every day. bob: es bob worships Bob DJTween: parambulator? DrWho42: Thanks Hawk! Lil: yep in a manner of speaking CS: Your job is listening to Firesign? What a great job! Principalpoop: per ambulater DrWho42: Indeed EWeston: That pore puppy! ||||||||| BigWaveDave sashays in at 9:21 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. ||||||||| 9:21 PM: Gabriel 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: sackaduck truck stop EWeston: Which door knocker will vanish mysteriously? Principalpoop: sackaduck sackaduck Lil: Please do NOT unbutton your jeans DJTween: lol EWeston: Bubble World! Pico & Alvarado: suckaduck shoes for the dead: bacon rind on the whistle front DJTween: ** Don’t forget to check out the Firesign Theatre Funway for a cool page full of Flash goodies. Just move your cursor over various areas of the page - https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/funway.html Lil: I think this is the only recording I never heard before regnad kcin: ahhhh the funway Pico & Alvarado: unbutton your jeans and drop your workload Lil: I never take my cursor out in public Principalpoop: there are thousands of dear friends, i think regnad kcin: agree lil ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:23 PM and pNose II steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. EWeston: And drop your load on the Giant Toad! Lil: finally, some agreement EWeston: That grape gets around Lil: Hong Kong New York love it
regnad kcin ( Principalpoop: it like having now in your liiving room Pico & Alvarado: the first clang of a lead guitar Principalpoop: it is even Lil: LOL on the grape bit EW regnad kcin: great stream DrWho42: Greatest of streams ||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| KingOfL33t - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| Nyarlathotep - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Edmund-Edmund - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| Megimp - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... regnad kcin: love it Principalpoop: address is born free marine land EWeston: The Homeland Security Fols know about that grape Hawkmoth: I used to send the Firesign fan mail to whatever album I had last but maybe because my Dad was lame or record stores where I was were lame or Hawkmoth: he region itself was lame.. Pico & Alvarado: don't mind the flies we won't weigh 'em Hawkmoth: I never got anything but returned mail "insufficient address" shoes for the dead: Little Guy!!!! Pico & Alvarado: we take a fast car? Lil: Was that Folks or Fools or both EW Hawkmoth: or nothing. ||||||||| "9:26 PM? 9:26 PM!!" says Catherwood, "HenryCow should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as HenryCow enters and sits on the couch. Hawkmoth: There used to be addresses on the albums. Pico & Alvarado: a speedy motor boat? ||||||||| Outside, the 9:26 PM downtown bus from Elmertown pulls away, leaving Regnad Kcin coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. DrWho42: How now HenryCow? Hawkmoth: like 1909 Euclid Ave shoes for the dead: we takin a speedy cruisaboat Lil: Never noticed that Hawk EWeston: Twere foolish fools (TM) regnad kcin: regnad kcin: ...cough... HenryCow: hello CS: good thing the war with the cows is over DrWho42: There is another system, to quote Colossus EWeston: Speak to me Rinad! Lil: Great album this one Hawkmoth: omg laughing HenryCow: here's a quarter for that cough Principalpoop: fast acting thought control, cool regnad kcin: !we can make tortillas ||||||||| Catherwood ushers George Tirebiter in through the front door at 9:28 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. Principalpoop: confidence in the system, have it DJTween: Hello George EWeston: Good I'm hungry Beet: a smattering Lil: Crap I got caught in a time warp Principalpoop: far out EWeston: Were you wearing wool? Hawkmoth: 1919 ninetween twice DrWho42: It's just a jump to the left. Lil: Only around the wrists and ankles EW ||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'Nippy', just granted probation at 9:31 PM", then leaves hurriedly. shoes for the dead: good jobs for horses too!! EWeston: Stylin! Goot! Principalpoop: wooly bully wooly bully Pico & Alvarado: shovemit Lil: Somebody wipe that drool off Poop regnad kcin: wonderful stream EWeston: Say that to a moutain goat in heat...once. mistabumpy: ok ||||||||| Catherwood escorts Buckster into the room, accepts a wooden nickel as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:32 PM, then departs. ||||||||| At 9:32 PM, mistabumpy scurries out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..." DJTween: Hmm, getting a bit nippy in here Principalpoop: salicone sally, why your legs so long? Principalpoop: let that be a lesson, now all sing along, wooly bully Pico & Alvarado: why Pooper? Lil: Keep your distance from Poop when he perseverates Principalpoop: legs all the way up to her bottom regnad kcin: !!! Lil: Thanks for the anatomy lesson EWeston: I prefer "You Done My Brain in" by the Bonzo's Principalpoop: haha hehe hoho Principalpoop: huhu lol DrWho42: worp worp EWeston: illegal lyrics alert! HenryCow: AHhhh Slimey wild you honey child give me you bump You've done my brain in! Lil: Too late I already flashed my cookies EWeston: Thank you Hanry EWeston: Or Henry HenryCow: welcome! Pico & Alvarado: can you get electrocuted with beer all over the table? Principalpoop: I was raised by a toothless bearded hag Pico & Alvarado: Hey Chucko EWeston: I always misspelt my name when I tried it. Lil: Catherwood do something with Poop will you please ||||||||| Catherwood walks up to Lil and asks "Did you want me?" regnad kcin: only electrical beer Lil: I ALWAYS want you Catherwood ||||||||| Catherwood gets you. Lil: LOL!! Principalpoop: far out DrWho42: Groovy EWeston: He's never been arrested for stalking Pico & Alvarado: Catherwood gets you in ||||||||| Catherwood walks over to Pico & Alvarado and inquires "Did you need me?" DJTween: Catherwood, do you Grok it, man? ||||||||| Catherwood ignores DJTween Lil: There's always a first time Principalpoop: ok celery boy DrWho42: Oh, he does EWeston: Not in this country anyway, maybe. DJTween: Catherwood, please get everyone a bottle of Heinlein ||||||||| Catherwood gets everyone a bottle of heinlein. DrWho42: haha Pico & Alvarado: roll a couple bombers and leave them on the side table Lil: Well that cheers me up ||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| George Tirebiter - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Regnad Kcin - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Uh-clem - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| Artie - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Gabriel - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| pNose II - dead from measles ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| stevereeves enters at 9:40 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and dashes off to the Hat Pack Annex. Principalpoop: agnes morehead Beet: many dropouts DrWho42: The Invaders EWeston: No that's Steve Reeves CS: lol Pico & Alvarado: mohawks buttes and raparounds Principalpoop: manifest destiny DrWho42: Not really, anyways Principalpoop: destiny destiny no escaping destiny DrWho42: "friendly" fire regnad kcin: Catherwood, please leave a couple of bummers on the side table ||||||||| Catherwood steps alongside regnad kcin and yells "oh, fuck off regnad kcin!" EWeston: Shouted the Captain of the ship! shoes for the dead: depend on what you mean by people regnad kcin: lol ||||||||| 9:42 PM: Hemlock Stones SC jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!" Beet: it was your destiny to say that DJTween: Hail and well met, Stones Lil: Poop you're on the wrong side Pico & Alvarado: These people not friendly Principalpoop: kismet Hemlock Stones SC: it was my destiny to arrive at this moment Hemlock Stones SC: serendipity EWeston: Long ways from friendly Principalpoop: sides? i thought we had quadrants now DJTween: ** Want to pick up some Firesign albums, books or other stuff? Check out the Firesign Theatre Firesale store at - https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/firesale/firesale.php EWeston: Or serendippidido too. CS: Destiny Springfield, I remember her Lil: Was that just a commercial? Principalpoop: she was dusty Pico & Alvarado: nothing but indians EWeston: Obsidian door knockers up! Hemlock Stones SC: or buffalo Lil: Love OZ!!!! Principalpoop: just folks, anyone we know? regnad kcin: five seconds til blast off EWeston: I ain't pickin up a buffalo. I forgot my truss. shoes for the dead: haven't heard the lizards in a while, Tween Hemlock Stones SC: your knickers? DJTween: very fun band DJTween: hilarious parody of Leonard Cohen ||||||||| 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 Elayne falls out at 9:46 PM. EWeston: I left them at a bus stop Principalpoop: hi E DJTween: Hey E Elayne: Evenin' all! What a great crowd once again! CS: Hi El DrWho42: Hello Elayne! Principalpoop: i have been a thorn in their side, now you knock them over DJTween: How you feeling, E? Walking OK? Beet: Hi Elayne EWeston: Gathered around a swelling fire of tires Elayne: Good to see you again, DW42! regnad kcin: enyalE iH Elayne: Tween, still limping a bit, particularly when the weather gets nasty, but I'm doing my stretching exercises so it's really tons better. DrWho42: Right back atcha! Highlight of my evening and better part of my day Elayne: Oh dear Regnad, I don't think I could type that way consistently... EWeston: Good E Elayne: Nice album choice, Tween. One of my favorites. A good, polished version of Pass The Indian, Please. And lots of memorable lines. "I die every night..." ||||||||| Catherwood walks up and pipes up "Presenting 'pNose II', just granted probation at 9:48 PM", then leaves hurriedly. DJTween: Hello Mayor Elayne: Sorry I haven't responded to your email yet, Cat, I'm still trying to formulate stuff. My basic idea revolves around the "post-privacy world," I think that's very Firesign'ish. DJTween: Yes it is, E ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - Radio Free Oz June 20, 2011 - listen to the stream at 128k at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k for dial-up users at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u' CS: good idea, el. and very topical DrWho42: Delightfully dystopian DJTween: cease, any news on a new radio station? Elayne: It's a good germ of an idea, Cat. And as we all know, ideas are easy, execution is hard. I believe you can be executed for ideas in the post-privacy world, by the way. CS: no DrWho42: "It's no good. They're tapping the lines." http://bit.ly/16bFGhv CS: i remember this rfo DJTween: "Oh, Afghanistan" was a little prescient, eh? :/ Elayne: Or taping the lines, or lining the tapes. ||||||||| Catherwood walks up and intones "Presenting 'BklynGrrrl', just granted probation at 9:51 PM", then leaves hurriedly. Elayne: They're building this huge building to house all the data, this thing is a monster. shoes for the dead: executing idealists is easy EWeston: Only the Duck Tapes DJTween: Hey Brooklyn DrWho42: Keep circulating the tapes, folks. Beet: Obama: The New Nixon? DrWho42: Oh, hey, I was there last summer. BklynGrrrl: I'm here Elayne: Here's a word that sounds like it was made up by Firesign : Yottabyte. CS: it does, el Elayne:http://techcrunch.com/2009/11/01/nsa-to-store-yottabytes-of-surveillance-data-in-utah-megarepository/ BklynGrrrl: Yottabyte? Elayne: Like I said, I'm still germinating the idea, but I'm hoping for a yottabyte of ideas soon. ||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| bob - dead from measles ||||||||| anarchitek - dead from measles ||||||||| HenryCow - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Nippy - dead from the common cold ||||||||| Buckster - dead from measles ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Elayne: Attaboy, yottabyte! Rufus_T_Firetween: >>Beet: Obama: The New Nixon? << "If The President does it, it isn't illegal." (remember?) EWeston: I figure if anyone wants to surrveilance me, I hope its entertaining. BklynGrrrl: I remember Elayne: No, in a way it's worse than Nixon, he made sure it was legal before he did it. Pico & Alvarado: criminal elite Principalpoop: yotta yotta yotta, at least they have a sense of humor Rufus_T_Firetween: Catherwood, please give everyone 4th Amendment protections. ||||||||| Catherwood gives everyone 4th amendment protections. Elayne: Just so, EWeston, I want to focus on characters who, like tons of Facebook users, willingly give up their privacy for the illusion of safety, and that illusion keeps being ripped out from under them. BklynGrrrl: Thank you EWeston: executive power just does not evaporate Elayne: I actually want to call the project "Attaboy, Yottabyte!" now. :) Elayne:http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yottabyte Elayne: So if you want, Cat, you can run that by Mr. Austin et al. Principalpoop: how does nationality determine how much dignity and respect you deserve? EWeston: Lotsa commercial interest in us commsumers, bad habits that need enabling Elayne: Well, PrinPoop,everybody hates the French, so there's that. Elayne: I remember when we were all citizens, not consumers, but then I'm old. Principalpoop: and the armenians, armeanians? something like that Elayne: Nothing but post-consumer waste, now. ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and pipes up "Presenting 'cantubury', just granted probation at 9:59 PM", then leaves hurriedly. Elayne: "Lots of them, and not very many of us." Principalpoop: wouldn't you say yes, mister and mrs John Q. Public, rather than knowing it all? Pico & Alvarado: get right or get left ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. DJTween: ** Don’t forget to check out the Firesign Theatre Funway for a cool page full of Flash goodies. Just move your cursor over various areas of the page - https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/funway.html Elayne: We are all Mr. and Mrs. Public Domain, now. Beet: The citizens have been added to by all of the corporations who are now citizens DJTween: Hi cantubury EWeston: Others need proper handlin per conservaspeak Elayne: GOod point, Beet! We're consumers, and they've become citizens! Elayne: Citizens, united, in fact! Principalpoop: all comments at the firesign site chat become property of firesign theatre, just saying hehe ||||||||| Catherwood enters with Keith close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 10:01 PM tree-stunting plans, and scurries off to the vestibule. Beet: United against us EWeston: I ant to see one sued for alienation of affection. Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Radio Free Oz podcasts - http://www.radiofreeoz.com/ Pico & Alvarado: corporation is not a person Elayne: Well beet, we ain't got no friends on the left, we're right, we ain't got no friends on the right, we're left... Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Firesign Theatre podcasts - https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/podcasting/indexx.html
Rufus_T_Firetween is a fan of Ron Paul, btw ;) Principalpoop: strain credulity, oh my DrWho42: sidewise in time Elayne: PrinPoop, I'm glad the chats are logged, I want to take a few ideas from tonight and work them into my proposal for Cat / Austin / et al. Beet: Sorry, Pico, but where have you been? Elayne: Oh SHOCKER, Tween. :) :) ||||||||| Keith runs out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Keith?! It's 10:03 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!" DrWho42: Oh, nice. I didn't know these chats were logged. Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Both Firesign and Oz podcasts are available free through the iTunes Store ||||||||| Catherwood walks up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'Keith', just granted probation at 10:03 PM", then leaves hurriedly. Rufus_T_Firetween: Yes, I knew you would be surprised, Elayne
Elayne has had a few, erm, political disagreements with Tween. : cantubury: we can all recover with treatments; if we can remember to take the treatments Rufus_T_Firetween: heheh Pico & Alvarado: right here, returned after 2000 years Rufus_T_Firetween: Hello Keith Elayne: P&A, have you brought enough grapes for all of us? Principalpoop: stored for prosperity, posterior, prostitarity, prolotariant, posterity Elayne: And profanity, Prinpoop. CS: ok folks, i'm off. see y'all next week Elayne: Bye Cat! DrWho42: See you CS Principalpoop: ciao cat EWeston: Property pulrality surity security, and down't hurt the state EWeston: By Cease Elayne: Say what? ||||||||| PsyberRose enters at 10:05 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Haberdashery Barn. DJTween: nite cease Principalpoop: right on DJTween: Hi Rose Elayne: Evenin' Rose@! Beet: 'Bye CS DrWho42: I might get some food in a little bit, but will return. cantubury: if you agree with everything and will worship the state; say "huh?" EWeston: What? DrWho42: Hello Rose Principalpoop: HUH! hehe Hawkmoth: have to run too, g'night. Was fun listening! Pico & Alvarado: nice to see you CS hope youre feeling well PsyberRose: New here. So I use this box and say hello? Principalpoop: keep em flying hawkmoth EWeston: Goombye to youse Hawk
Hawkmoth D Beet: see ya Hawk Hawkmoth: G'night. PsyberRose: Ah ha!
Hawkmoth D I meant ||||||||| Catherwood escorts woofless into the room, accepts a jar of pennies as a gratuity, grumbles something about 10:07 PM, then departs. Principalpoop: wow yes rose Hawkmoth: weird no colon.. so means no laughing face. Hawkmoth: Hahah. PsyberRose: So, I set my alarm. But apparently I missed it by that much! DrWho42: That happens with me and the TARDIS Elayne: Well, I'm spent. Off to watch the Yankees lose again. Night everyone! Principalpoop: i want a smart shoe phone Hawkmoth: heehe:D Principalpoop: night E DrWho42: Yeah, I'm barely worth retweeting PsyberRose: nighty nite. next week it is then. DrWho42: Good night Elayne ||||||||| At 10:08 PM, PsyberRose runs out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..." Beet: Night E DrWho42: brb ||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Lil - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| stevereeves - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Hemlock Stones SC - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| pNose II - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Catherwood escorts bob in through the front door at 10:12 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. bob: Bob takes his cue from Catherwood and sings God Save The Queen ||||||||| Catherwood steps alongside bob and mumbles "Someone mention my name?" Principalpoop: to the tune of yankee doodle dandy bob: With drums Principalpoop: acoostic geetar bob: A dance breaks out ||||||||| Outside, the 10:17 PM crosstown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving BILL_from_BILLville coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. Principalpoop: that was pretty EWeston: Debil music bob: While fixing his bike Bill discovers there are no bones in ice-cream...Eureka! EWeston: None in our chickens either bob: The spine3less bastards ||||||||| At 10:20 PM, BILL_from_BILLville vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted! EWeston: Some say going multicelular was the first mistake Principalpoop: back to billville for him Principalpoop: yes, asexual reproduction is the only way to go bob: All that remained was the bike track in the sands of time ||||||||| Catherwood leads Someone else into the room, accepts an I.O.U. as a gratuity, mumbles something about 10:21 PM, then departs. EWeston: Check your chromozomes at the door Someone else: why are they missing? regnad kcin: don't crowd the wheels bob: They cannot mbe found Principalpoop: we don't need no steenking genes DrWho42: Back Principalpoop: wheels on fire Principalpoop: wb who and someone else too DrWho42: Oh, hey, Reverend Ivan Stang liked my Firesign post! Someone else: you bet ||||||||| 10:23 PM: Ah Greg jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!" EWeston: My genes have an attractive floral odere Principalpoop: do you win eternal redemption? DrWho42: Aha, well praise "Bob"! ||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| BklynGrrrl - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Elayne - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Hawkmoth - dead from measles ||||||||| CS - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Keith - dead from the yaws ||||||||| woofless - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... EWeston: No but a nice apartment in purgatory has been promised DJTween: Levi's Bellbottom Gene Splicing Ah Greg: oh how can I be in two places at once.... Principalpoop: Limbo sounds ok Principalpoop: you are not anyplace at all bob: I painted the ceiling to match the floor..now to find the door EWeston: Emporium and tattoo parlor DJTween: Yeah, but limbo's very conservative Principalpoop: yes, there is that hehe EWeston: Good company there I hear. DrWho42: There should be an area between Limbo, Purgatory and the Phantom Zone. Principalpoop: bad company, til the day I die bob: Shakin all over Principalpoop: isn't that kansas? DrWho42: In CA EWeston: Euphmisms be us Principalpoop: oh, out near pasadena bob: up on the roof EWeston: Right next to Hooker bob: you can feel the heet Principalpoop: onemotopeeyah ||||||||| Outside, the 10:28 PM crosstown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving Nancy2 coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. DrWho42: Near-ish Santa Cruz Principalpoop: oh naaancy Nancy2: Not much of a cloud. EWeston: I got's one. He rides a Vebbly Vickers 19-6 Principalpoop: the plot thickens, add more chicken stock Nancy2: Not much of a cough. bob: Boneless Principalpoop: rose thorn chicken bone cherry stone poem rhyme DrWho42: Chickens are a cruel people. EWeston: I can add them stat. Agutinated or giant size sur? ||||||||| Catherwood leads Hawk Moth inside, makes a note of the time (10:30 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. bob: Put the pot in da chicken..then da chicken in the pot Principalpoop: the return of hack moth, now playing Principalpoop: no, lime in the coconut DrWho42: Hawk Moth vs. Mothra. Whoever wins, we lose. bob: no..noo..no ||||||||| New notice: 'Thanks to Radio Free Dishnuts, that’s www.dishnuts.net, for providing the streaming server for the simulcast. Be sure to join me (Kurt in Austin) for my Radio Free Roadkill Show from 6-8pm EST every Sunday at www.dishnuts.net, and visit my show archives at www.kurtericson.com/txroadkill/roadkillshow' DJTween: lol DrWho Principalpoop: thanks be to tween EWeston: That hack was never meant to be a sailor bob: But he wore bell-bottoms DJTween: my pleasure :) ||||||||| New notice: 'Lily Bergman College Fund - -Remember to help Peter Bergman’s daughter with her college experience by donating to the Lily Bergman College fund - https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/lilyfund/' Principalpoop: we all did, we were all rebels bob: Paisley..I liked paisley EWeston: The hack moths ate my bellbottoms Principalpoop: i still do, don't see it much bob: Cut offs Principalpoop: i had a pair of cutt offs that I cut too short, if I sat wrong, well, ouch EWeston: Knawed offs more like. bob: legs were short..stove pipes after hemming bob: but paisley..i like paisley Principalpoop: i had a pair of floods, hand me downs DrWho42: Bookmarked! Send off something later on. DrWho42: Have a nice night. See everyone next week! Principalpoop: adidas adios DJTween: Until last time, again... ||||||||| Catherwood says "10:39 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs DJTween by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door bob: nite ||||||||| Around 10:39 PM, Rufus_T_Firetween walks off into the sunset... EWeston: I'm off best to you all, Principalpoop: that is the bus, everyone have a super week ||||||||| Principalpoop leaves at 10:39 PM, singing "Oh, I'm just a little fishy, floating in the sea, and there ain't no hook that's smart enough to catch the likes of me..." ||||||||| EWeston is thrown out the window just as the clock strikes 10:39 PM. Pico & Alvarado: cool Who, see ya Beet: Nite All. See ya next week ||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| cantubury - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Ah Greg - dead from measles ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... bob: another day has begun Pico & Alvarado: we're off... who's on coast to coast tonight? bob: east Pico & Alvarado: tomarrow starts yesterday Pico & Alvarado: shoes for industry! bob: rubber or cork bob: velcro fo0r the aged ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 10:44 PM and ferret bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. bob: Ferret falls and crushes grape bob: A whine escpes from his hand ||||||||| Catherwood ushers ted1017 inside, makes a note of the time (10:47 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. Someone else: I was sure I forgot to remember that! bob: possibly it is a fact ||||||||| 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 Ula plummets into the garden at 10:50 PM. Someone else: Please state you name...Please state you full name! bob: Bob Roberts...or on the voting list..roberts bob ||||||||| It's 10:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| ferret - dead from measles ||||||||| DrWho42 - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Pico & Alvarado - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Beet - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Nancy2 - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| Hawk Moth - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... bob: Moment of silence...............................another moment.......... bob: They were so young ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. bob: I knew it was 11 o'clock and hour ago Merlyn: see ya later ||||||||| Around 11:02 PM, Merlyn walks off into the sunset... Someone else: I hate it when Catherwood bellows! ||||||||| Catherwood steps alongside Someone else and mumbles "oh, fuck off Someone else!" bob: Bob mounts his Vespa (scooter) and rides off into the night. Someone else: well. that not too friendly now..is it? Someone else: I really don't need to be anywhere that comes aross like that! I thought this place had some class! Someone else: Catherwood needs to apologize!!! ||||||||| Catherwood steps up to Someone else and queries "Would you like something?" Someone else: Yes don't talk to me like that! ||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| ted1017 - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Ula - dead from measles ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| It's 11:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Someone else - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| bob - dead from measles ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and RedPillTweeny plummets into the garden at 11:28 PM. ||||||||| It's 11:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| RedPillTweeny - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| It's 11:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| regnad kcin - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Catherwood walks in wearing his pyjamas, yawns, and mumbles "It's midnight here in New York city"...then he falls over and starts snoring loudly.. ||||||||| It's 12:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| BigWaveDave - dead from The Plague ||||||||| RedPillTweeny - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 1 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 2 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 3 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 4 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| Catherwood enters, and announces to all and sundry "It's 4:32 AM, time to change the log file and clean out unused rooms; please exit the chat room for a minute or two. Thank you for your patience."
The Evening's Participants:
Ah Greg
allbozos
anarchitek
Beet
BklynGrrrl
bob
Bozos
cantubury
CS
DJTween
DrWho42
Elayne
EWeston
Hawkmoth
Hemlock Stones SC
HenryCow
Lil
Megimp
Merlyn
mistabumpy
Nancy2
Nyarlathotep
Pico & Alvarado
Principalpoop
PsyberRose
regnad kcin
Rufus_T_Firetween
shoes for the dead
Someone else Uh-clem
WotZinaName
