||||||||| 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 July 11, 2013 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule... ||||||||| Catherwood escorts DJTween into the room, accepts a jar of pennies as a gratuity, grumbles something about 8:18 PM, then departs. ||||||||| Rufus_T_Firetween waltzes in at 8:18 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. ||||||||| New notice: '** There will be a Firesign Theatre/US Plus Stimulcast starting at 8pm CST this evening, with music beginning around 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)' ||||||||| 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 uhClem plummets into the garden at 8:37 PM. ||||||||| Catherwood enters with Porgie 57 close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 8:39 PM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the sitting room. Porgie 57: Good eve to you all, and to all a good night.. DJTween: Hi Porgie, Clem DJTween: Just about to start the music DJTween: the feeds are up Porgie 57: I heard you tapping on the mic just then.. DJTween: actually, the mic is off DJTween: it's the taps on my shoes, Footman ||||||||| 8:44 PM: IocaneFiberglass jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!" DJTween: Hello IF ||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 8:44 PM, dragging garyh by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this web surfer?" DJTween: Hi Gary ||||||||| 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)' ||||||||| Rignod Kasnick enters at 8:48 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and hurries off to the Haberdashery Barn. DJTween: Hi Rignod ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "8:48 PM and late as usual, it's Lil, just back from Elmertown." DJTween: Hi Lil Lil: Hi Tween Lil: Hi guys Porgie 57: Regnad Kcin? Lil: Is that the original cover of the Anythinge album? Lil: Think I have a different cover on my vinyl copy Porgie 57: No DJTween: It's what FST posted on their site DJTween: The vinyl edition is different, as I will explain Lil: Ty ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "8:52 PM and late as usual, it's Dexter Fong, just back from New York." Lil: Still uploading sound Lil: There we go DJTween: Hey Dex Dexter Fong: Hi Tweeny, just setting the dial for my favorite program =)) DJTween: :-) ||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 8:54 PM, dragging Buck's Older Brother by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this idiot?" DJTween: Hi Brother Lil: Hi BOB Buck's Older Brother: Howdy! Dexter Fong: Hi Lil ||||||||| It's 8:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| garyh - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| IocaneFiberglass - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Buck's Older Brother: How d'you do? Dexter Fong: C'wood's reaping 'em early tonight Porgie 57:https://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.10201121702836989.1073741844.1601797328&type=1&l=31c8738860https://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.10201121702836989.1073741844.1601797328&type=1&l=31c8738860 Buck's Older Brother: Beat C'wood then, Mrs. Presky. ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:56 PM and CS sashays out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. DJTween: Hi cease Dexter Fong: Hi Cat CS: Hi folks Dexter Fong: Hey Tween: I'm not getting any broadcast...??? DJTween: not because of me, I assure you Dexter Fong: ok DJTween: I have a computer set up to listen to the broadcast CS: loud and clear here ||||||||| Pico & Alvarado steals in around 8:58 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last month's "unpleasant incident." DJTween: Hi Pico CS: i actually needed a line from this album for the show i'm producing now. thanks tween. i have the album but nothing digital Pico & Alvarado: whew! made it ||||||||| Catherwood ushers EWeston in through the front door at 8:58 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. Porgie 57: I'm hearing Genesis.. Dexter Fong: Ok now Tweeny, reloaded and relocked EWeston: I can make a new cue ball from this he thought. DJTween: as well you should be :) DJTween: Hi EW Pico & Alvarado: a good evening dear friends DJTween: kewl Dex :) ||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, July 11, 2013 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!" Porgie 57: Does anybody really know.. EWeston: Hey Tweeny glad to be back dear friends Dexter Fong: wb EW Lil: Catherwood will you bring me a drink please ||||||||| Catherwood brings Lil a Pan-Galactic Gargle Blaster. EWeston: wb you too Dex ||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 9:01 PM, dragging squeeze_the_wheeze by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yahoo?" Lil: Thanks that hits the spot ||||||||| Catherwood enters with late close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 9:02 PM tree-stunting plans, and hurries off to the anteroom. DJTween: Hi Squeeze, Late EWeston: So he's late? Pico & Alvarado: late Late CS: is he ever early? late: i always get here late Dexter Fong: too early to tell late: howdy boys Lil: Or is he a latte? Pico & Alvarado: Late late Lil: Hi your lateness squeeze_the_wheeze: HI there EWeston: OK I'm rolling my pant legs up now squeeze_the_wheeze: don't forget to inflate your shoes EWeston: Knevah!!! Pico & Alvarado: nah Rufus_T_Firetween: hmmm, the chat flaked for a second there ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - ANYTHYNGE YOU WANT TO - 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 may be purchased at - http://www.firesigntheatrelegacy.com/firesale/firesale.php?audio#ANYTHNPFTFTJ' Rufus_T_Firetween: ** ANYTHYNGE YOU WANT TO at Firesigntheatre.com >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=aywt-ln CS: this is from their april fools show, 1997 Porgie 57: I could understand every word.. ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "9:08 PM and late as usual, it's the other shoe, just back from Elmertown." Rufus_T_Firetween: ** ANYTHYNGE YOU WANT TO: SHAKESPEARE'S LOST COMEDIE by The Firesign Theatre (book version ) >> http://www.bearmanormedia.com/index.php?route=product/product&product_id=434 Lil: The chat is often flakey Rufus_T_Firetween: That's right, cease EWeston: They've done interesting things with her breasts. Rufus_T_Firetween: heheh Lil CS: you can make a good spinache pie out of it ||||||||| It's 9:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| uhClem - dead from the common cold ||||||||| Rignod Kasnick - dead from measles ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... the other shoe: oh grumpf, no way to listen on this box. EWeston: I prefer a pressed Graham DJTween: Why is that, shoe? DJTween: No player? the other shoe: test rant.... the other shoe: no player, and also dum 'ol thing isn't refeshing screen. DJTween: I hope Shakespeare is gut laughing in his grave :) CS: no doubt he is, tween EWeston: Not a test rant DJTween: Make sure you have javasript enables, Show DJTween: This chat requires scripting to auto-refresh DJTween: *enabled Dexter Fong: *shoe DJTween: *Shoe DJTween: yeah lol CS: does anyone here have a clean version of Rat in a Box? DJTween: so much for typing in dim light DJTween: It's on YouTube, isn't it? the other shoe: my show is enables but i need to press refresh every moments. DJTween: That's one I need to get myself CS: The youtube version is hissy and if I recorded it from the vhs tape to the computer, it would still suck. DJTween: I need a copy of Lawyer's Hospital for next week's show CS: its on youtube, tween the other shoe: gasp. CS: isn't it? ||||||||| the other shoe rushes off, saying "9:14 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?" ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:14 PM and uhClem bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. Pico & Alvarado: i'll gaze upon this devil's barbeque CS: i have it on cassette (shudder) DJTween: wb Clem EWeston: I have it in little used vinyl Tweeny ||||||||| Outside, the 9:14 PM downtown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving shoes for the dead coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. DJTween: A clean copy would be preferable, cease DJTween: Hello Shoes shoes for the dead: howdy CS: that i dont have. same with a lot of firesign stuff DJTween: I have almost everything they've released on CD except Duke CS: this is NPR production money? it shows DJTween: It was done for a NPR series, yes DJTween: NPR's "Earplay" series CS: thats why david went to work for them. Pico & Alvarado: yar Rufus_T_Firetween: ** anythyne You Want To at Wiki - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anythynge_You_Want_To Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Anythynge Pico & Alvarado: now he sails
Rufus_T_Firetween turns up the lighting CS: i wonder how many copies they've sold of the book? they worked on it for years and years DJTween: wow Pico & Alvarado: siring new world bastards shoes for the dead: the meter of this piece doesn't fit Firesign shoes for the dead: i think CS: i agree, shoes Pico & Alvarado: yar! CS: yet it comes from their origins. they were doing rennaisannce fairs from their origins. i think DO was married to a woman who brought them into existence EWeston: The piece has been been in editing since forever. I'm hear'ring Not Insane in my head shoes for the dead: still funny tho CS: they were doing a version of this on the radio in 67 DJTween: Where's your parrot, Pico? DJTween: Yes, they did parts of this live for Not Insane CS: exactly, e. Buck's Older Brother: I looked for my respectably clean Lawyers but alas the cleanliness hath befallen the lot of them . Pico & Alvarado: i don't know Pico & Alvarado: it escaped DJTween: Thanks for looking, BOB shoes for the dead: your parrot has a cape? Pico & Alvarado: cape of good hope shoes for the dead: superbird? ||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Porgie 57 - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Pico & Alvarado: i go for grid, goofy, and st. nick CS: dear dead dad indeed CS: austin wanted to be a shakespearean actor, as he details in his tale, The House of Little Men. shoes for the dead: el? i thought they tore it down CS: he has succeeded, though not as he expected DJTween: a somewhat different path DJTween: They're all good at it CS: quite CS: they have all been acting since they were teen agers, if not longer CS: proctor since much earlier CS: acting is in their dna DJTween: I believe it DJTween: so it would seem Pico & Alvarado: give it back 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! ||||||||| Catherwood enters with Elayne close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 9:30 PM tree-stunting plans, and scurries off to the Aviary. Elayne: Eveinn' all! Dexter Fong: Hi Elayne DJTween: Hey E shoes for the dead: hi E CS: Hey El 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 Pico & Alvarado: i went crazy listening to Everything You Know is Wrong, over and over again.But i don't want to talk about it... ||||||||| Catherwood walks up and pipes up "Presenting 'Principalpoop', just granted probation at 9:31 PM", then leaves hurriedly. DJTween: Hey P Elayne: Wow, I know i'm overtired when I can't spell "evenin'"... Dexter Fong: Hey Poop CS: Hi poop Elayne: Hey Prinpoop! Principalpoop: holo CS: this is so much better recorded than the album Pico & Alvarado: The Pooper's in! Principalpoop: i am thy rightful kink, oops king Rufus_T_Firetween: Long day, eh E? Pico & Alvarado: boulibasic bard Rufus_T_Firetween: You're kingy? Principalpoop: vichy soir late: looks like my copy of lawyer's hospital is a rip from vinyl, while it is somewhat clean, fidelity isn't the best + occas. vinyl noise ||||||||| dude sashays in at 9:33 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. Pico & Alvarado: it's allover everywhere DJTween: Hey duuuude... Principalpoop: a vinyl rip, they used to sell patches, or that goop that seals it shoes for the dead: i sufered a vinyl injury once...... CS: baby blue late: y, i know ripping from cds is all the rage these days, i guess it was taped from vinyl Principalpoop: this ain't no disco shoes for the dead: i now hear with a limp..... Pico & Alvarado: Fang Boner CS: very firesonian, shoes DJTween: If you can get it to me, late, I'd sure appreciate it Principalpoop: don't step on my blue suede shoes EWeston: My copy looks like its in good shape Pico & Alvarado: fireskinned smoke digesting cannibals ||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 9:38 PM, dragging Merlyn by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Yahoo ™?" EWeston: And walk with a lisp? CS: hi merl Dexter Fong: Hi Merlyn Merlyn: heya DJTween: my email addy is TXRoadkill@kurtericson.com DJTween: Hey Merlyn Principalpoop: The M Merlyn: I have a cold shoes for the dead: blue swede was on vinyl Principalpoop: i have an mp3 by blue swede Elayne: Poor Merlyn! Get well soon! shoes for the dead: right, EW CS: get well soon, merl
DJTween hands Merlyn a sweater Principalpoop: starve a cold, feed a fever, i think Pico & Alvarado: rats! Dexter Fong: Merlyn: Sweat it out, young guy!! Lil: ACK MICE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! CS: the higher quality of recording of this is greatly increasing my appreciation of it Merlyn: BTW tween, the chat software automatically turns email address into HTML to make it harder for spammers to find email addresses Dexter Fong: Nice entry Lil =)) CS: i've seen them do scenes from this many times. this is way better Lil: Tis true CS Principalpoop: thanks, good job M Rufus_T_Firetween: Quite professionally done Lil: LOL Dex Rufus_T_Firetween: Cool, Merlyn :) Dexter Fong: Qite professionaly done late: it is 45+ MB, appears to be decent bitrate mp3 - i don't think i can mail it - my isp wouldn't enjoy that Principalpoop: hooked on a feeling, oh my Rufus_T_Firetween: 45MB isn't much these days Lil: They take the Bottles character from the Goon Show ||||||||| Catherwood escorts TinyDoctorTim in through the front door at 9:43 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. Elayne: We're in the process of upgrading lots of stuff at the Riggs Residence. Robin just got a new iPhone at last. Principalpoop: bottles sounds like an english word Elayne: And my new laptop arrives next week. We're getting a lot of stuff in prep for travel to England. Elayne: We'll be paying for it for a long time, I think. :) EWeston: He's a good character to copy well, as here Principalpoop: jolly good Rufus_T_Firetween: Headed to Britannia, eh? Dexter Fong: Lil: I you referring to the character "Blue Bottle"? Rufus_T_Firetween: Hello Tiny shoes for the dead: let's go bugger bottles EWeston: That's Eccles though, not bottles, I think Elayne: Indeed, Rufus. End of Aug/beginning of Sept, to celebrate dad-in-law's 90th birthday. TinyDoctorTim: Shoes for Industry! Elayne: With the laptop and his wifi, I might even join in chat on the 29th... no promises though Elayne: I don't know if I'll be up at 2 AM... Lil: Yes and yes, and there is a Neddie too Lil: Haven't heard the Goons in a long time Elayne: We've had such a flurry of buying stuff... half of it in prep for England, the other half because stuff is just breaking down all around us. New recliners should be in next month (they needed 8 weeks to cover them in the fabric color we wanted), we just got a new printer, new toaster... oy! EWeston: I have around eight goon show records, many roots in there CS: I'm using Austin's eulogy for the original Tiny Doctor in my poetry show CS: you off to england, e? Lil: Wow I'm envious EW I only have one Lil: Hard to find those are Elayne: Yes Cat. Elayne: Not for another month and a half tho CS: do you have a good time with robin's people there? Elayne: We won't need cash in England, at least. Robin has about 200 quid left over from last time, and I got a Capital One card so I don't have to pay foreign transaction fees. Elayne: Very much, Cat, Rob's family is lovely. Principalpoop: end of august, start of september, you have a chance for some Sun there EWeston: A record store in Seattle had them many years ago, now I have them BWAHa Ha Ha ha CS: good for you Merlyn: It's one of the out of print ones Elayne: Prinpoop, I'll be happy if there's no humidity! I'm so sick of this summer humid weather, it's like NYC's turned into the Southeast... Elayne: If I wanted to live in the South, I'd have moved there... CS: i had a great bond with fumiyo's dad, but her mother didn't really in white people, or other kinds of reality
Lil -P EW Principalpoop: normally i would say, you should be ok, but with climate change, no telling CS: reallyh Believe Lil: That came out wrong LOL Merlyn: JL? Merlyn: somebody put it up on youtube Elayne: Oh, any SIlly Site suggestions tonight? Elayne: I was thinking of doing a Manhattanhenge one, but everyone knows about that now. CS: not me Dexter Fong: For Those Seeking Goon Shows: Keep an eye out for Old Time Radio Conventions or get on line and find an Old Time radio show dealer Pico & Alvarado: waxen nose shoes for the dead: they have downloads, Dex? Pico & Alvarado: impperium phlegmaticum Dexter Fong: Don't know shoes, but I bought a couple of MP3s with @ 120 Goon Shows at one convention CS: it will take me many years to listen to them all, dex. Pico & Alvarado: goon shoes Dexter Fong: Cat: Take one before bedtime each night CS: i hgave about that many jack benny shows i taped off the radio in japan, but then former chatter dave told me he had 700 or something. Pico & Alvarado: Action shoes for the dead: like Alice wore? CS: lol dex Merlyn: gak, computer froze Lil: Wow that is sweet Dex ||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| TinyDoctorTim - dead from the yaws ||||||||| dude - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| squeeze_the_wheeze - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... CS: yes firesign, or bergman's show was a prebedtime ritual for me and many in la in 67 Dexter Fong: Yes....yes I am EWeston: The idea came from the Popeye strip The Sea Hags Goons inspired Spike. DJTween: You have a cold and the computer froze? Lil: I used to listen to them on BBC radio but they stopped broadcasting them after a while EWeston: Mine too Meryl ||||||||| Catherwood enters with lukewarmwater close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 9:56 PM tree-stunting plans, and rushes off to the anteroom. Merlyn: yeah, there's like 4 or so still OOP, the non-Ossmans mostly Dexter Fong: I first heard Goons on CBC in the mid fifties DJTween: Hi Luke Merlyn: eat or be eaten is another oop EWeston: I could have picked them up in the original from the CBC in Momtana. Lil: You must have been an infant at the time Dex Dexter Fong: Not so much Lil =) Merlyn: use your feelings, lukewarm water Merlyn: damn autokorrect Dexter Fong: Achtung! Nicht autokorrectite CS: what happened to "take speed and beat the queen to perth?" from Not Insane? EWeston: Dam you spell checker is a fun site CS: one of the strangest things about this is that there is no collage Rufus_T_Firetween: You'll just have to make one, cease ;) Pico & Alvarado: beat a dead horse all the night EWeston: Been many additions I've noticed, they work. ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. shoes for the dead: yep EW CS: it is continually updated CS: i'm sure obama will be a character in the next iteration shoes for the dead: like Hot Tuna CS: jefferson tuna starship? EWeston: Interesting thought Cease Pico & Alvarado: love Hot Tuna Merlyn: hot tuna through a dead worm log DJTween: especially with cheese shoes for the dead: yep, they never do the songs the same Merlyn: or COURSE with cheese Pico & Alvarado: First Pull Up Then Pull Down CS: i think the weight of listenting to linguistically distant words makes this less than attractive to an amercian audience DJTween: but if you're into the genre... Principalpoop: anthony bourdain as portrayed by firesign theatre CS: i am. but... EWeston: Oh beer! Pico & Alvarado: anything you want to DJTween: Well, it's _really_ well done CS: he has real talent, poop shoes for the dead: will I Am Elayne: Okay, done blogging. Today's Silly SIte is a good old-fashioned Mickey Mouse cartoon: http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=-q39cIdslzQ CS: outstanding Pico & Alvarado: cuz Marie CS: in thier new york show from hour hour, ossman reads a poem about mickeys as something old new yorkers would know about. are you old enough , el? CS: the riff is claled Dexter Fong: claled? CS: Zen Foods, by a nyc poet do lovesto me a mickey is a small bottle of booze Elayne: Someone slipped a Mickey in Central Park... Dexter Fong: A mickey refers to something called a Mickey Finn after a bartender who dosed customers drinks with a drug that knocked them out then he'd rob them CS: dex, you're old enough to be elayne's dad. you must know what he means by micky, in an old nyc sense, a food as opposed to the booze container CS: ah CS: that makes sense Principalpoop: fin ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - Rehearsal for the ending of BOOM DOT BUST (circa 1999) - 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' Elayne: Dex isn't old enough to be my dad, but he is old enough to be my uncle. Principalpoop: finn Dexter Fong: Nuncle!! CS: i knew it was an old thing, el. not an insult to either of you CS: i just watched The Master, almost as disturbing as scinetology itself, and the main character always has a hip flask of hooch, often fatal ||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| lukewarmwater - dead from measles ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... CS: this is from 40s-50s. is a micky that kind of thing? Elayne: I think that's it for me this week, folks. See you next Thursday! CS: by el ||||||||| "10:10 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Elayne, who then rushes out through the french doors and down through the bushes. DJTween: Bye E, rest well Principalpoop: mickey finn, back in the vaudeville days EWeston: Bye El Pico & Alvarado: nite nite El shoes for the dead: se ya El Principalpoop: night E Dexter Fong: Mickey's date back to the early to mid 1800s...kinda went out of fashion after that shoes for the dead: i think slipping a mickey is a lot older than 40s Cs Dexter Fong: except for noir detective stories CS: ive heard the term micky finn before, old flicks i think CS: i'm ont a fan of the genre Pico & Alvarado: goodbye Tibet Pico & Alvarado: Hello China shoes for the dead: the case of missing mickeys CS: i had unfortunately turned off the sound. this is great. Principalpoop: it is fun EWeston: Those ears...wierd Principalpoop: i miss clocks with hands CS: dex just said 200 years ago. EWeston: comunal creativity on display awsome Pico & Alvarado: I think I took a mickey CS: alcohol has been used to intoxicate others as long as there has been alcohol DJTween: Very cool hearing how they put it together Pico & Alvarado: Intense Demonic Activity DJTween: Except, they've mislabeled the podcast Dexter Fong: Cat, the term remained in use but the actual usage i.e. drugging customers and robbing them didn't DJTween: This is the end of Immortality, not Boom CS: where is this from? DJTween: iTunes podcast Pico & Alvarado: IDA CS: our cavemen ancestors were doing it ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - Rehearsal for the ending of GIVE ME IMMORTALITY OR GIVE ME DEATH (circa 1999) - 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 ' Pico & Alvarado: aluminum radio hats CS: aha shoes for the dead: kid-proof prisons Lil: Yep that's from their Y2K album DJTween: The podcast is mislabeled Merlyn: call the dept. of redundancy dept. to clear things up! Lil: Love this bit and this album Rufus_T_Firetween: Great album EWeston: S'good late: intense demonic activity shoes for the dead: new world odor Principalpoop: digital bell bottoms? Pico & Alvarado: and tornado alley shoes for the dead: Beatles recorded lke this, no overdubs!!! CS: they were always into decontructing process CS: revealing the nurgi behind the wizard shoes for the dead: yuppers Principalpoop: yuri nurgi, the ballet dancer? ||||||||| 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 mistic plummets into the garden at 10:25 PM. CS: Merl and Doc Tech and I were in the hallway when Ossman and Austin were concocting a scene that went into Boom DJTween: Hi mistic Principalpoop: the organ sting CS: This is really odd. I was on a boat with this guy in 2008 and told him to get involved with the Firesign. I guess he took my advice late: nancy... Principalpoop: whaat? mistic: why Pico & Alvarado: if you sign a contract you're suppose to keep up the payments... DJTween: Ah, so this was an Air America show CS: yes tween CS: i tried to get them on air america CS: thom hartman loves them and promotes them already Rufus_T_Firetween: Thom Hartmann had them on, didn't he? CS: the probllem with sharing a small space with thom is that he treats you as if he's in an auditorium Rufus_T_Firetween: booming voice? CS: not thanks to me, tween, but i gave thom stuff for their interviews, yes CS: not vioice, vibes Rufus_T_Firetween: Ah, OK Pico & Alvarado: booming vibes shoes for the dead: all groupies must bow down DJTween: lol @ Beck clip CS: wow. this is something i actually brought into existance. DJTween: kewl :) shoes for the dead: great, CS!!! Pico & Alvarado: booming voice CS: well we are all here because we love the firesigns and want more people to alt least know of them shoes for the dead: whatever center you're in Merlyn: also circa 1998 CS: i ossman was on the very first fm stereo broadcast in 1959 shoes for the dead: i infected both of my kids with this, CS CS: merl has done a hundred times more to promote them than i DJTween: Good for you, Shoes DJTween: more like an inoculation, really CS: i was lucky to be on radio almost the same time as them so we could share CS: late 60s Pico & Alvarado: and evertything you know is wrong Pico & Alvarado: everything CS: there is no such thing as Everything CS: i had a great time with rachel on the boat ||||||||| Outside, the 10:37 PM downtown bus from Hellmouth pulls away, leaving Bunnyboy coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. DJTween: Hey Bunny Dexter Fong: Hi Bunny Bunnyboy: Lo dere. ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - FIRESIGN THEATRE INTERVIEW on the Holywood Clout! with Richard Greene - 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' shoes for the dead: Bob Bunny? DJTween: oops, forgot the title again CS: she makes a better future swim into view Principalpoop: hip hop bunny CS: hi bun Bunnyboy: Bob owes me money! shoes for the dead: the Jockey Rocket Pico & Alvarado: coughing Bunnyboy: So does "Bob". Principalpoop: walking the dog Bunnyboy: 16 summers of scam... CS: the problem here is that we're listening to something i did, and people with money and possiblity did some years ago, atrophied. the right, money defendingi itself, will never atrophie ||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| mistic - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| Lil - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... DJTween: poor Lil CS: the guys are talking within the sphere i helped along, to promote another world vision. this mayh only exist online now Bunnyboy: Awwww. Don't go away dead... CS: hows it goin, bun? Rufus_T_Firetween: The internet is a wonderful thing, cease Rufus_T_Firetween: as long as it stay's free shoes for the dead: someone is allways trying to get over on somebody, CS Bunnyboy: Finally saw WORLD WAR Z. Entertaining. Rufus_T_Firetween: The trailers looked interesting Pico & Alvarado: Criminal Elite CS: anyone seen The Master? Bunnyboy: AKA THE CHOMPING DEAD. CS: this is all online, tween? Bunnyboy: Cat: Yes! You? Rufus_T_Firetween: Imagine what they would have gotten away with if there wasn't the freedom to inform people over he internet, Pico Rufus_T_Firetween: Yes, this and the last cut are part of the Firesign Podcast collection Rufus_T_Firetween: I got them from iTunes (free) CS: yes.coming from a background in cinematography, i was stunned. but it was as disturbing as sciintolgy itslef Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Firesign Podcasting - http://www.firesigntheatrelegacy.com/podcasting/indexx.html CS: great zipppy csarton about tom cruise chasing him, you see that? Rufus_T_Firetween: me? no Bunnyboy: WWZ is PG-13, so it got hit with GoreBeGone -tm. CS: i am immune to video games. DJTween: I had no idea that where the Pliers reference came from DJTween: cool DJTween: *that's DJTween: turning a TV tuner when you don't have the knob shoes for the dead: i have done that,Tween DJTween: me too CS: I am actuallhy pre tv Bunnyboy: THE MASTER is gorgeous viewing. Joaquin Phoenix was in a whole other wheelhouse, with his performance...incomparable, riveting. shoes for the dead: visegrips stayed on CS: my honme town didnt have a tv station. Rufus_T_Firetween: high praise indeed Rufus_T_Firetween: You were there before the beginning, eh cease? CS: i' CS: i'm older than necessary DJTween: aren't we all lol ||||||||| Chatto bounds in at 10:50 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. CS: didnt see tv till we moved to la DJTween: Hi Chatto Chatto : avast ye q tips! DJTween: Probably just as well, cease. Nasty habit Bunnyboy: I was lucky enough to see THE MASTER in 70mm. Principalpoop: that is a small screen DJTween: Chatto, the show starts at 9pm EST. Join us for the whole show next time :) DJTween: lol P Chatto : hey. ,
Dexter Fong CS: hi Bunnyboy: PEANUTS reprints are presently on the series where IMVP (Invisible Mama Van Pelt) takes away the TV. CS: dex is actually older than tv.i just lived in a litte town without it ||||||||| Chatto is defenestrated just as the clock strikes 10:53 PM. ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "10:53 PM and late as usual, it's Chatto , just back from Washington." Principalpoop: lets give a hand to fong for his marcel marceau impersonation Chatto : aaarhh
Dexter Fong slowly exits from an invisible box Chatto : back from the chattos again? shoes for the dead: give fong the clap? Principalpoop: do the wind fong, do the wind shoes for the dead: hee hee Ch DJTween: lol ||||||||| 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 intense demonic possession ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Chatto : a mime is a terrible thing to waste!
Dexter Fong slowly breaks wind Bunnyboy: TV memory: I cried when they (temporarily) took off YOGI BEAR...after JFK was shot... Rufus_T_Firetween: not really, cease shoes for the dead: a wasted mimi is terrible Rufus_T_Firetween: awwwww Principalpoop: loool, i am such a child lol
Dexter Fong slowly begins the name game song with chuck ||||||||| late runs out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's late?! It's 10:56 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!" Principalpoop: i recall nbc showing battles and death in vietman, and then a toilet paper commercial, commercial society sucks ||||||||| Chatto , spotting Bradshaw, runs into Public Address System. Bunnyboy: Actually, I don't remember that. I was 2.
Dexter Fong notices that when he goes into virtual action mode, he remains grayed out Dexter Fong: Out Chatto : I always figure the time difference as minus three hours Principalpoop: i did not know that, cool fong Chatto : I am not actually at the chattos Chatto : a mime is a terrible thing to waste Rufus_T_Firetween: You sent your surrogate? Principalpoop: wasn't chatto one of the elves in the spanish santa claus and martians movie? Chatto : or taste even, I need a palette cleanser CS: i remember that too, poop ||||||||| 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' ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. Chatto : turpentine will do just fine.... Principalpoop: like the french cartoon with the giant green people, it gets ingrained somehow CS: poisonous cocktials Principalpoop: pal and palette, dude and dudette, bud and budette shoes for the dead: mickeys again ||||||||| Chatto steps in at 11:01 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. Principalpoop: ahh gasoline shoes for the dead: ass and asset? Merlyn: thanks again tween CS: is your cold getting better, merl? Principalpoop: yes thanks tween, my ears were sweating, i took off my headphones sorry DJTween: My pleasure :) shoes for the dead: acetelene Merlyn: eh, kinda cat Merlyn: gotta conk out soon CS: lkistening to firesign will make you healthyt Dexter Fong: Thanks Tweeny...good stuff as always shoes for the dead: thanks Tween!!!! ||||||||| 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/' CS: i distrupted my back llasrt sunday and it is hard for me to get in and out of a chair Principalpoop: good night nurse irene CS: but for this, i willl do it DJTween: Always fun to be with you folks, here in cyberspace :) shoes for the dead: bye all DJTween: Nite Dexter Fong: Night shoes Bunnyboy: Nite shooz! Principalpoop: cyberspace, i thought this was the information highway, did i take a wrong turn? ||||||||| "I'm going to Public Address System" says Chatto , and leaves. CS: we appreciate it tween DJTween: It's the alien cyberhighway, P ||||||||| At 11:05 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, DJTween!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on... Principalpoop: ciao shoes ||||||||| "Hey Rufus_T_Firetween!" ... Rufus_T_Firetween turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 11:05 PM, I don't have to go yet!"... Bunnyboy: Nite Tween! Dexter Fong: Thanks for the space MERLYN and feel better Chatto : is breathless from running to the pa and back to see If he at all spoke Principalpoop: obey fong M Bunnyboy: Yeah, keep breathing, Merlyn! Dexter Fong: Good night dear friends Principalpoop: that is the bus i guess, night all ||||||||| Principalpoop says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Principalpoop exits at 11:07 PM. Bunnyboy: ByeyA poop! Merlyn: nite ||||||||| Merlyn leaves to catch the 11:08 PM train to Elmertown. CS: we will meet again ||||||||| CS departs at 11:08 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?" Bunnyboy: And again and again and again... ||||||||| Chatto walks in and says "It's 11:09 PM, has anybody seen Nancy?" Chatto : the Bialoski twins... either on will do.... ||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Pico & Alvarado - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Bunnyboy: Won't catch me loitering. See ya! Chatto : aaaaaaàrgh! ||||||||| Around 11:10 PM, Bunnyboy walks off into the sunset... Chatto : hoppy trials, beer friends Chatto : be well! ||||||||| Around 11:11 PM, Chatto walks off into the sunset... ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and pipes up "Presenting 'pNose II', just granted probation at 11:19 PM", then leaves hurriedly. ||||||||| It's 11:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| EWeston - dead from the common cold ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| It's 11:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| pNose II - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| 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 12:25 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Buck's Older Brother - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| 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:
Buck's Older Brother
Bunnyboy
Chatto
CS
Dexter Fong
DJTween
Elayne
EWeston
late
Lil
Merlyn
mistic
Pico & Alvarado
Porgie 57
Principalpoop
Rufus_T_Firetween
shoes for the dead
squeeze_the_wheeze
the other shoe
TinyDoctorTim
