||||||||| 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 November 07, 2013 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule... ||||||||| Catherwood escorts DJTween into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, mutters something about 8:05 PM, then departs. ||||||||| New notice: '** There will be a Firesign Theatre/US Plus Stimulcast starting at 9pm EST this evening, with music beginning around 8:45pm EST. 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)' ||||||||| 8:44 PM: Paco jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!" ||||||||| Catherwood leads BSidney into the room, accepts three dimes as a gratuity, grumbles something about 8:44 PM, then departs. BSidney: Anybody home? ||||||||| 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: Hola amigos... ||||||||| Catherwood escorts Rufus_T_Firetween into the room, accepts three dimes as a gratuity, mumbles something about 8:46 PM, then departs. BSidney: Amigo, it seems... DJTween: Not Insane is the fare this fine evening BSidney: The one LP I don't have. BSidney: Really looking forward to it. DJTween: kewl :) ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "8:49 PM and late as usual, it's Beet, just back from Moorefield." Beet: Hello everyone from a chilly Appalachia. DJTween: Hi Beet DJTween: freezing yet? Beet: Not yet thank goodness Beet: Nice tune. Who is? DJTween: Jackson Browne's "World In Motion" DJTween: Yeah, I like it a lot also DJTween: This is Lisa Germano's "Everybody's Victim" Beet: You have a nice library. Were you a professional DJ at any point? DJTween: No, but I do have a show on an amateur radio station - www.dishnuts.net DJTween: They're the ones who provide the streaming server for this Beet: I will have to check it out. ||||||||| Catherwood enters with EWeston close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 8:53 PM tree-stunting plans, and scurries off to the Aviary. ||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'greenmac', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:53 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary... ||||||||| 8:53 PM: Porgy jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!" DJTween: Hi Ed, greenmac Beet: Hey EW greenmac: Hey! Beet: Hi Porge DJTween: Hi Porgy EWeston: It's a frought evening I tell's you! Evenin all Porgy: Howdy ||||||||| 8:54 PM: Fuquad jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!" DJTween: It's frought with evening? DJTween: Hi Fuquad greenmac: I was waiting to break the ice..."cracking in the distance' ||||||||| Outside, the 8:56 PM crosstown bus from Stockton pulls away, leaving ferretjoe coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. ||||||||| 8:56 PM: CS jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!" EWeston: No its just frouthy around the refer. Maybe I have the dte wrong? Fuquad: Hey! Beet: Howdy CS CS: HI gang ferretjoe: funny, I'm not far from Stockton.... Hi all Beet: Hey ferret DJTween: Hi ferret DJTween: Hey Cease ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:57 PM and squeeze_the_wheeze sashays out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. DJTween: Hi wheeze Beet: I was looking at the old articles in Rolling Stone about Firesign tonight. Pretty good. EWeston: You can be to far from Stockton? Hey Cease! CS: Fresno isn CS: Fresno isn't far from Stockton. You could be Phil Austin squeeze_the_wheeze: hi ya friends ||||||||| Merlyn enters at 8:59 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and hurries off to the Chapeau Manger. DJTween: Hey Merlyn Beet: Hey squeeze ferretjoe: nope Modesto Merlyn: hey you wheezers Beet: Hi Merl CS: ah, merl ||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, November 07, 2013 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!" Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Peter Bergman’s “TRUE CONFESSIONS OF THE REAL WORLD” Here >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=tcotrw-rv ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:00 PM and shoes for the dead steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. EWeston: A pearl of a Meryl DJTween: Hi shoes shoes for the dead: Howdy EWeston: Shoes is on? Fuquad: anon anon anon shoes for the dead: yuppers DJTween: This is a bit from Bergman's True Confessions ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:01 PM and Spudley Jellobrain waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. ferretjoe: great, more raisins CS: Is this tonight's CD, tween? DJTween: "I didn't order a factory this quarter." lol DJTween: Hi Spudley EWeston: A three legged man! DJTween: This from True Confessions, Cease DJTween: Not Insane is the fare this evening DJTween: Rather than play the whole Bergman CD, I'm playing bits ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "9:03 PM and late as usual, it's BluesTraveler, just back from Iowa." CS: ok shoes for the dead: i wish they would issue the msp vid EWeston: Park and Lock it! Spudley Jellobrain: test shoes for the dead: test -eze CS: it sounds a lot like the stuff Bergman was doing on his rfo website in the 90s Spudley Jellobrain: figured it out! EWeston: Real or unreal test? ||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and announces "Announcing 'Doug', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:04 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom... ferretjoe: testes...party of two BluesTraveler: CS-Is any of Bergman's stuff archived somewhere? shoes for the dead: Hi Doug EWeston: Hey Doug, a real regular fella. Spudley Jellobrain: greetings earthlings! CS: Merl would know, blues BluesTraveler: Okay, thanks. Merlyn: no I wouldn't cat shoes for the dead: I thought Doug was Ethyl Merlyn: taylor jessen might ||||||||| Catherwood enters with Happy Harry Cox close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 9:06 PM tree-stunting plans, and rushes off to the vestibule. CS: i got some cassettes from you, i think, merl Fuquad: emerging scene broad casing susman DJTween: Hi Harry Merlyn: I really doubt they were from me cat CS: the rfo site along with steve gilmour's interviews EWeston: And she gets it on regular, or sumpin like that. CS: not from you? i wonder who? BluesTraveler: I didn't mean to start a fight. CS: i have so much firestuff i dont recall where it call comes from Merlyn: palladino? He's did a lot of the RFO stuff with peter CS: maybe ||||||||| Catherwood ushers Ybles into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mutters something about 9:08 PM, then departs. DJTween: Hi Ybles shoes for the dead: you guyz are so crazy CS: i should know who to thank when i play them on my show DJTween: This _is_ a very bizarre recording, but quite interesting CS: i contacted gilmour recently about playing his interviews on the air. ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “NOT INSANE, OR ANYTHING 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://laughstore.stores.yahoo.net/firtheatnoti.html' ||||||||| It's 9:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Porgy - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Paco - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... CS: this is the part of the album i like best shoes for the dead: acid test mike setup DJTween: really EWeston: At one point I could recite, or squawk 95% of this finely turning work CS: gilmour produced martian space party shoes for the dead: where can i get MSP vid? ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Doctor Dog into the room, accepts an I.O.U. as a gratuity, mutters something about 9:12 PM, then departs. ||||||||| Catherwood walks up and pipes up "Presenting 'Principalpoop', just granted probation at 9:12 PM", then leaves hurriedly. CS: doesnt the firesign store sell it? Beet: hi Poop CS: i have a vhs cassette i think i bought from more sugar, which alas, is long gone ||||||||| "9:12 PM? 9:12 PM!!" says Catherwood, "marktime should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as marktime enters and sits on the divan. DJTween: Hi Dog, P CS: hi poop EWeston: Run for it! We're Pooped tonight, again. DJTween: Hello. Mark. Principalpoop: hey there Doctor Dog: woof shoes for the dead: haven't seenit there, CS Principalpoop: you can ran but you cannot hide from the poopster hehe Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “NOT INSANE, OR ANYTHING YOU WANT TO” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=ni-ln shoes for the dead: HiPoop BluesTraveler: Love the Shakespeare references Principalpoop: what you will Beet: break wind, break BluesTraveler: It's like a midsummer night's dream. Doctor Dog: I prefer the unprocessed sources to this work... so cool that they're easily available these days CS: my videocassette says its from More Sugar EWeston: You can leave a stinky trail, you can get 5 to life. CS: i'm surprised it isnt on youtube shoes for the dead: ya, since eykiw is there Rufus_T_Firetween: I can't find Martian Space Party being sold from the FST site CS: and hot shorts, and probably other firesign flicks CS: i can ask steve gilmour. he should know Doctor Dog: I have a digital copy of the video, made it myself from the vhs Rufus_T_Firetween: I think it _is_ on YouTube, Cease CS: there should be a dvd Rufus_T_Firetween: Me too, Dr. Dog shoes for the dead: Sell Those Demons!!!! Rufus_T_Firetween: I can't check YouTube at the moment though CS: i know taylor was working on a dvd of tons of firestuff ||||||||| Dexter Fong steals in around 9:18 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident." Beet: I like to call "Stuffed" DJTween: Hi Dexter shoes for the dead: only blinding light, RTF Beet: Hey Dex Principalpoop: speaking of stuffed, fong EWeston: It's Demensional! Dexter Fong: Hi folks Doctor Dog: probably the most brilliant "ad" ever Rufus_T_Firetween: ** It's getting colder folks, so why not cozy up to the cellophane and order a new sweatshirt or zip-up hoodie from the Firesign cafepress store? http://www.cafepress.com/firesign EWeston: Dah Dex shoes for the dead: Lizst! Rufus_T_Firetween: Lots of cool Firesign stuff at that site. I'll talk about it in a few minutes Doctor Dog: Mozart! EWeston: You can get lost in that ad shoes for the dead: would be good in quad, EW CS: i just see little clips from it on youtube Doctor Dog: has Austin written all over it I think ||||||||| uhClem waltzes in at 9:21 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. EWeston: A trail of grid crumbs will not help. Thhanks for the flashback Shoes ||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 9:21 PM, dragging TheManWhoWouldBeFiresign by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yahoo?" TheManWhoWouldBeFiresign: I'd love to see Martian Space Party Beet: On one of the XM broadsasts I saw Ossman wearing a cool jacket with color versions of the charicatures of the four on the back. I wish someone were offering that one. ferretjoe: yahoo to you too CS: that can be said of a lot of things, dr. dog BluesTraveler: More great comedic writing densely packed with jokes and obscure references. Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “NOT INSANE, OR ANYTHING YOU WANT TO” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=ni-ln EWeston: Who be who be who? shoes for the dead: St Woult Beet: Do be do be do Doctor Dog: I always wonder if the robot in the miniature scene is the same one Phil gave Phil that made him "forgive the japanese" TheManWhoWouldBeFiresign: NOT INSANE, OR ANYTHING YOU WANT TO available on CD? shoes for the dead: be bop a lula ferretjoe: doobie doobie doo CS: on the gilmour interview, ossman mentions that gilmour toured the east coast playing msp and reefer madness wherever he could find a theatre to play them Dexter Fong: Duh! do run run DJTween: that's very cool Doctor Dog: I saw them in a drive in on new years eve Dexter Fong: Cat, I think I saw that show in NYC EWeston: Don't think we don't think we don't think, don't. H/T R Rucker shoes for the dead: saw the Firesin DJTween: wow Dr. Dog CS: right place, right time ||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| marktime - dead from measles ||||||||| Spudley Jellobrain - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Doug - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| Happy Harry Cox - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... shoes for the dead: gn Funnies and Groove Tube at a midnite movie once Doctor Dog: with a girl I entirely neglected lol CS: merl, do you remember gilmour being at the bergman brouhaha? Dexter Fong: Think they also ran some of the Jack Poet ads CS: they are great, dex Principalpoop: truely not insane Beet: At a midnight showing I saw EYKIW once. Principalpoop: ha ha ha ha ha ||||||||| RDC enters at 9:26 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Haberdashery Barn. Merlyn: I don't think so cat Principalpoop: find me walter EWeston: I'm going to eat right through this microphone Rufus_T_Firetween: ** COOL FIRESIGN STUFF - http://www.cafepress.com/firesign Dexter Fong: Do you have any size double A cups? Principalpoop: draw my attention? is it shiny? BluesTraveler: Rufus-every see any Firesign swag with, "How can you be in two places..."? Doctor Dog: strange bacstory to this album though Dexter Fong: Are you a magpie? ||||||||| 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 Nabby plummets into the garden at 9:27 PM. EWeston: I've got a Walther rocket. Will that work? Principalpoop: my last gf wore double A, bought in the girls section Merlyn: blues: http://www.cafepress.com/firesign/5847671 Dexter Fong: I've got a Walther PPK..it better work Beet: I can draw but I can't draw attention DJTween: BluesTraveler: Rufus-every see any Firesign swag with, "How can you be in two places..."? << I haven't perused the store thoroughly shoes for the dead: here we are ridin the A train Principalpoop: you know drew? shoes for the dead: gettin off at the F-stop ||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and announces "Announcing 'Elayne', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:29 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room... Elayne: Evenin' all! EWeston: Sexy gun, it helps Dexter Fong: Beet, I hear you can draw flies Principalpoop: the E CS: Hi El Beet: I drew know Elayne: Anyone wanna buy me a Firesign mug? :) Dexter Fong: Hi Elayne Merlyn: How Can You Be shirts are right here: http://www.cafepress.com/firesign/5847671 Beet: All the flies I need EWeston: Named after F. Stop Firesign. Merlyn: and for the third time: http://www.cafepress.com/firesign/5847671 Principalpoop: one of the sweatshirts has all 4 mugs on it Elayne: Dex! What are you up to next week? We need to do lunch!!! Merlyn: my nick danger mug got nicked BluesTraveler: Thanks Merl Principalpoop: E sounds frantic, stash getting low? Dexter Fong: E: Outta town early in the week, I'll call late in the week DJTween: At the break, we'll have an interview with our own Ed Weston :) EWeston: We won't wiegh them. Hi E DJTween: Hey E Elayne: Prinpoop, I haven't had a stash in quite awhile. For a substance that's becoming legal in so many states, I find it very difficult to acquire. Dexter Fong: We *own* EW? Elayne: Okie-doke, Dex. Need to give you back your books. DJTween: All slaves to The Electrician Elayne: Hey EWeson! ||||||||| 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 Dan plummets into the garden at 9:31 PM. Elayne: Weston. Sorry, been typing all day and boy are my fingers tired EWeston: As long as you keep up the payments Elayne: Tween, everyone seems to love the Firemerch! Dexter Fong: Speaking of books, have you read those books I sent you Tweeny? Principalpoop: same here, luckily i smoked it everyday from 1972-abt 1984, i can keep coasting Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “NOT INSANE, OR ANYTHING YOU WANT TO” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=ni-ln Elayne: LOL, PrinPoop! Not me, when it's out of my system it's out... EWeston: I'm an insidious typer myself ||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'MMC', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:33 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom... Doctor Dog: later troupers Elayne: I like the handle Insidious Typer. DJTween: Nope Dex, but thanks again for sending them ||||||||| Around 9:33 PM, Doctor Dog walks off into the sunset... Elayne: Bye DocDog! DJTween: Hi MMC Principalpoop: woof doc dog EWeston: By DD shoes for the dead: insiduous tapir? MMC: That's Mr. Nancy to you. ferretjoe: later all g2g Fuquad: Good bless...and God night! Principalpoop: pernicious is his sister EWeston: I stole it from Terry Prachett, don't tell anyone. Dexter Fong: The animals are fleeing, could there be an earthquake coming? CS: did anyone see the hendrix show on pbs on tuesday? Beet: Follow the elephants Principalpoop: that explains the peanut butter in my pajamas shoes for the dead: i did, Cs, a few new interviews DJTween: Did someone do a tarzan call? Beet: The Hendrix show was totally amazing. One of the best music docs I've ever seen. CS: interesting parallel with hendrix and ft, both owed much of their early fame to the birth of "underground" radio in 67-68 EWeston: Broom in hand, yes shoes for the dead: Colette aged well ||||||||| Fuquad says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Fuquad exits at 9:36 PM. CS: when sullivan wouldnt play hendrix, the right radio stations would Principalpoop: is she related to stephen? not steven the animal Beet: Sullivan was a pill. Principalpoop: and mike douglas, dick cavett, the other ones ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:38 PM and Glen steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. Principalpoop: merv the perv DJTween: Hi Glen Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “NOT INSANE, OR ANYTHING YOU WANT TO” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=ni-ln Glen: Greetings, Gates! Dexter Fong: SOlid Jackson Glen: I hope I didn't scare off all the hipsters. Beet: Stop torturing me ||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Nabby - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Ybles - dead from jaundice ||||||||| squeeze_the_wheeze - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... CS: hipsters dont scare easily Principalpoop: most of us are only hipsters due to the size of our hips now shoes for the dead: haven't paid a Jackson for a lid in a long time Glen: Puzzle Box is awesome. CS: must get cubes EWeston: Does this site make my hips look big? Glen: Yes. Rufus_T_Firetween: ** New FIRESIGN THEATRE BOOKS Here >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/firesale/firesale.php shoes for the dead: it makes the hippies look old Principalpoop: i want hot pants to come back, just for girls please EWeston: How unsitely! Beet: I second that Rufus_T_Firetween: ** If you're on Facebook, you can Like the Firesign Fan Page here >> https://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Firesign-Theatre/282668140208 - and if you’re on Twitter and would like to get Firesign tweets, follow @FiresignNews EWeston: PP you coward! shoes for the dead: Box Tops reference Glen: The Letter Principalpoop: the guy on reno is enough of that Principalpoop: please mister postman Glen: Monsters from the Id Principalpoop: cheese monsters EWeston: There was some NE GOP great white wonder who appeared in a pic I'm trying to forget CS: one of their best lines Beet: Wrote a note o Principalpoop: no buddist writers shoes for the dead: Yoko Principalpoop: league of wing voters Beet: Is Yoko Buddhist? Glen: winged Principalpoop: winged? CS: i think yoko is yokoist Glen: THIS IS TOO CLOSE TO BE NEWS! Principalpoop: lulled to sleep with drugs and loud music shoes for the dead: Ononist Principalpoop: onan, give him a hand Glen: lots of heavy panning on the board here EWeston: I drew a picture of Glutimoto way back when ||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'late', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:49 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room... EWeston: Onionist rather Principalpoop: lizard or gorilla or what? shoes for the dead: many layers DJTween: You're not too late to hear our interview with EWeston CS: i'm looking forward to it Principalpoop: am I too late tween? for the interview? late: howdy - y, kind of late - i'll stick around for the interview DJTween: I'll call you, Ed Beet: Sounds like the end to Titanic Principalpoop: call me anything except late for dinner Elayne: Ooh, I want to hear the interview as well! CS: thankfully i missed it Elayne: I don't have my sound on yet, please let us know when it's starting Glen: uh-oh Principalpoop: side 2 is over, the interview is coming on now shoes for the dead: now, E CS: beginning and endings were particularly delicious Glen: Is Ed dead? Beet: Interview starting Principalpoop: ed hung up, you have more time E Dexter Fong: It's ssstarting right.....now Elayne: Great, thanks! I didn't know "E" stood for "Ed" Principalpoop: it sounds great here Glen: Cosmic! Beet: It sounds great from here CS: sounds good here late: sounds good CS: yes you played the cd of antyhinge here once, tween. so much richer than the album Glen: Feral Club? Dexter Fong: Sounds like Clark Wintergreen ||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| TheManWhoWouldBeFiresign - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| ferretjoe - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| BluesTraveler - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| RDC - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Dan - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| MMC - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Principalpoop: lool Glen: loo Beet: Oh to have lived on the west coast CS: must be good wherever you live too, beet ||||||||| "9:56 PM? 9:56 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Nabby should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Nabby enters and sits at the bar. Beet: It be OK CS: ive lived lotsa places. enjoyed them all Nabby: Hi all Nabby: Ever live in MN CS shoes for the dead: Hi Nabby Nabby: hi shoes Elayne: Very nice chat, Tween and Ed! Principalpoop: thank you ed, wow CS: no, the only place in the states i lived was la. i was in high school when the firesign started Dexter Fong: Thanks EW Beet: That was cool Elayne: Maybe I'll Skype again with you next week, Tween. Nabby: Ahh Nabby: 'k CS Principalpoop: yes E, please ||||||||| 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: Thanks, EW CS: very interesting, eweston Nabby: I think you'd like it EWeston: Thank you my pulse is slowing even now Beet: I love art of the insane Principalpoop: you did fine Rufus_T_Firetween: ** FIRESIGN XM RADIO PERFORMANCES - https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/xmradio/ Rufus_T_Firetween: That would be great, Elayne :-) Nabby: Yep Beet I as well ||||||||| Catherwood enters with Bunnyboy close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 10:01 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the sitting room. Rufus_T_Firetween: Hi Bunny Bunnyboy: A qwik howdy. Glen: Art of The Insane is one of the funniest bits ever concocted. Dexter Fong: howdy Rufus_T_Firetween: Listening to some XM Radio bits shoes for the dead: ppe all over it DJTween: Th canvas is 'pre-peed'? EWeston: Agreed I'd like to hear any of use folks CS: very much part of the austin ouvre Nabby: lol Tween yeah Elayne: This is great, I'd not heard Art of the Insane previously. Rufus_T_Firetween: ** It's getting colder folks, so why not cozy up to the cellophane and order a new sweatshirt or zip-up hoodie from the Firesign cafepress store? http://www.cafepress.com/firesign EWeston: If you can't aford a mastic, yes Elayne: Doesn't matter what the number on the brush is, as long as it has a number. LOL! CS: we gotta get you doing that on firesign radio, tween. shoes for the dead: i played these for my bipolar nabe, she dug it Nabby: haha Bunnyboy: One to play for Robin! Elayne: Definitely, Bunnyboy. Beet: I like the sound whe he squeezes the paint out Principalpoop: hi bunnyboy Rufus_T_Firetween: ** FIRESIGN XM RADIO PERFORMANCES - https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/xmradio/ CS: i can see youtube stunts being performed by people wearing firesign hoodies et al Bunnyboy: Any TCM fans? Nabby: I love sad clowns CS: product placement Principalpoop: clowns with knives CS: john lennon did it and so can you! Bunnyboy: Yes, I'm Turnering over a new sheaf of leafs. Rufus_T_Firetween: Yes indeed, CS :) Elayne: Everyone knows you're not supposed to lick your paints. You're supposed to huff them! EWeston: Being devoured by large eyed tigers Nabby: haha this is great Rufus_T_Firetween: not that tasty, are they? Glen: THE EYES Beet: Pee cured canvases Principalpoop: sounds like testicle Bunnyboy: TCM's long-awaited, refurbished phone/pad app is lovely. Nabby: Billy's arting all over the place Glen: PP loves to make silly noises DJTween: You really should check out the XM series at their sit. So great to be able to see them working in the studio together shoes for the dead: when i hear this tune on the classical station I bust up Bunnyboy: 2 live streams, dozens of on demand features. Elayne: Ah, for more leisure time! CS: indeed, tween DJTween: TCM plays some really good flicks EWeston: It's hard to find lo fat clown in the local mercantile Nabby: I've seen a few, good stuff Glen: elegant buttocks Principalpoop: what is this called? alulabuy? allegory, springory? DJTween: Ossman is having a hard time not cracking up here Beet: There is a very respectable number of these shows Nabby: about to run out of music, so.... Bunnyboy: Contingent on participating cable/dish providers. Wi-Fi not necessarily required. Glen: God, that is funny. Elayne: I loved that line too, Nabby Principalpoop: marvelous Nabby: yepsk shoes for the dead: degraded audio Bunnyboy: Somebody slap that SFX box outta Proc's hands. EWeston: Sexual acts with a concenting media Glen: Spike Jones sneeze Nabby: weeeeeeooooo Bunnyboy: Not rilly. Gently...gently... Beet: Soup cans 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 Nabby: Hire it out EWeston: Stroke stroke...rub. Bunnyboy: Ah, the Lichtenstein trick. Proxy canvas peeing... Principalpoop: 16th century cream rinses shoes for the dead: It Doesen't Matter!! Glen: *like* Bunnyboy: "Makeup!" Principalpoop: the color is green I think, doesn't matter Nabby: bunny haha EWeston: Does wonder for my long lost hair Glen: THE TOAST OF TOAST ISLAND!! Nabby: silence for lost hair Elayne: Robin just listened to that third bit and smiled a lot. Nabby: thank you Tween CS: to be bored by your stupid antics Beet: Peeing on my canvass now CS: relentless genius Elayne: I think that's it for me for this week. I've been up since 4:30, but I'm coming down... Elayne: Next week, all! ||||||||| "10:12 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Elayne, who then dashes out through the french doors and down through the flowerbeds. EWeston: It's been doing fine since the separation Principalpoop: night E DJTween: later E CS: thanks for visiting, el Bunnyboy: Nite, El! Beet: 'Nye E Nabby: Gbye elayne! shoes for the dead: by, El ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - from DOMM - “MICHAEL CANTERBURY INTERVIEW May 1970” - 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 >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/firesale/firesale.php?audio#DUKEOFPFTFTJ' DJTween: This interview is really fun EWeston: Bye Bye E Bunnyboy: Dogs requiring attention. Ta! Beet: Did he say "Soupy Shuffle" sidewalk? Nabby: later bunny ||||||||| At 10:13 PM, Bunnyboy vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted! Nabby: who made the salad? CS: keep on bunning EWeston: Bunnae buh bye Rufus_T_Firetween: ** DUKE OF MADNESS MOTORS - Every Firesign Theatre radio broadcast from the "Dear Friends" era (1970-1972) >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=domm-ln Beet: BunnyBye Nabby: cs *shakes head* Nabby: '41 shoes for the dead: jaw became diseased......... CS: this is xm, tween? CS: oh i see, yes those additional interviews
Dexter Fong L DJTween: Read the banner, cease :) Nabby: yepsk Dexter Fong: DOn't just wave it, read it DJTween: Yes this is from the Extras section of DOMM Nabby: zactly CS: indeed tween ||||||||| Catherwood says "10:19 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs BSidney by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door Principalpoop: secure the perimeter EWeston: Attack the perimeter Principalpoop: remember the movie? Nabby: oh yes EWeston: Ah the movie, sometimes claimed to be non exsistence Nabby: but this is real shoes for the dead: Zackapoopo Nabby: hoo-ray! Principalpoop: the writers we read Nabby: birdman EWeston: Three reels I think Beet: Edgar Brown Rice shoes for the dead: Thrice EWeston: Nieghbor to Sir Arthur Cohans Doily ||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Glen - dead from measles ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Beet: Mad Magazine fanatic here Nabby: strange worlds of weird fantasy
DJTween was devotee of Mad and Cracked when he was a kid Beet: when you're not anywhere at all Nabby: Mad was choice Principalpoop: what me worry? Nabby: Dr....? shoes for the dead: emory Beet: Same thing as "Don't worry be hasppy" via Meher Baba Beet: Happy Principalpoop: raspy cough cough Nabby: the goons make me happy Beet: Give him something for his cough DJTween: so funny hearing them referring to the US as a 'police state' back in 70 Beet: Here's a quarter shoes for the dead: roll up his arm DJTween: little did they know... Principalpoop: they want to continue the war forever EWeston: Goons and the Bonzo's, my favorite English exports Nabby: it's a hypnotic Principalpoop: a quarter is not much EWeston: And do a trick when you reach the shoulder Dexter Fong: It's not much of an arm Beet: Not much of as cough Beet: a cough Principalpoop: led zepplin, rolling stones, beatles, i like them a bunch Nabby: i liked it better the first wat beet Nabby: way Beet: wayt bot ||||||||| New notice: '** It's getting colder folks, so why not cozy up to the cellophane and order a new sweatshirt or zip-up hoodie from the Firesign cafepress store? http://www.cafepress.com/firesign' shoes for the dead: that joke had a little limp, Beet Principalpoop: way, word EWeston: Lift up your leg and bend over Beet: yoga pose Nabby: tropical comedy? Principalpoop: we are hip shoes for the dead: kama sutra pose Nabby: what is hip? DJTween: The Coconuts is tropical comedy Beet: hip as a zip Principalpoop: linguists more than anything else Principalpoop: quite Nabby: ahh yes tween thank you shoes for the dead: your on a hip trip shoes for the dead: hipper than hip Principalpoop: hip is moving with the beat Nabby: too hip for the womb EWeston: Especially made for beginners Nabby: we all enjoyed the show! Principalpoop: i enjoyed it, thanks tween shoes for the dead: Thanks Tween CS: good work as always, tween DJTween: Always fun, folks :) Dexter Fong: Thanks Tween shoes for the dead: park It And Lock It!!!!! Beet: Great evening. Thanks Tween. 'Bye everyone. C U next week. Dexter Fong: And thanks too, Merlyn Nabby: not responsible! EWeston: But will there be respect in the morning. Ravishment Today! Principalpoop: yes, M is the man DJTween: Thanks much to Merlyn for the chat Nabby: gnight each and every 1 Principalpoop: thank you ed, when will you skipe fong? Dexter Fong: When I get a new PC DJTween: Yeah Dexter, let's Skype sometime :) Principalpoop: ok, as long as you are in the works hehe EWeston: I hardly nose him Dexter Fong: hehe hehe Principalpoop: who among us has the cold nose? ||||||||| "Hey EWeston!" ... EWeston turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 10:37 PM, I don't have to go yet!"... Dexter Fong: And who among us has a head cold CS: frozen noses, csn - n Principalpoop: i do, weather is getting cold here Principalpoop: freeze your frozies and that will be fierce CS: i try and avoid outside and it's not that bad yet Principalpoop: the dog has a thick coat, he loves it, i need to bundle up ||||||||| DJTween is kicked out just as the clock strikes 10:39 PM. ||||||||| At 10:39 PM, Rufus_T_Firetween dashes out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..." Principalpoop: i guess that is the bus, everybody stay well, and warm, ciaoooo ||||||||| Principalpoop is defenestrated just as the clock strikes 10:40 PM. ||||||||| At 10:40 PM, Merlyn rushes out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..." CS: by poop CS: warmth a priority ||||||||| At 10:43 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, CS!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on... ||||||||| Catherwood leads Not Ed into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, grumbles something about 10:47 PM, then departs. Not Ed: I'm not really Ed ||||||||| It's 10:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| late - dead from the yaws ||||||||| uhClem - dead from the common cold ||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Beet - dead from The Plague ||||||||| greenmac - dead from the yaws ||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from the common cold ||||||||| Nabby - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| "10:57 PM? 10:57 PM!!" says Catherwood, "dude should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as dude enters and sits at the bar. ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| dude - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 11:29 PM, then departs. Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Am I on time tonight, Dear Freuds? Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Well, some of you have asked how Flotsam and I are conducting our gay marriage! As i have said before, we sleep in separate beds, but we are quite devoted to each other in most every way. Flathead is an honorable devoted freud to myself and all who know him. Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Alas, I believe I just hear a scream... from our Irish landlady! She is still with us, ducking bullets, collecting rent, and providing a firewall for Flatsom and I against sycophants. Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Dear Freds, my apologies! After all those splendid years at Eton College, one would think that I would be quite immune from typographical errors and other such infelicities! "I" should be capitalized and "hear" should be "heard!" It must be Bernice again! Ha! Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Well, My Dear Freuds, Jung people, and Adlers, It is quite late in London -- so late that it is morning! Ha! On behalf of Flatman and myself, I bid you all a good night! ||||||||| At 11:48 PM, Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted! ||||||||| 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: ||||||||| Not Ed - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Outside, the 12:26 AM downtown bus from Hellmouth pulls away, leaving RedPillTweeny coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. ||||||||| It's 12:40 AM, 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... ||||||||| "12:54 AM? 12:54 AM!!" says Catherwood, "Ggg should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Ggg enters and sits on the couch. ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 1 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| It's 1:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Ggg - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| 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:
Beet
BluesTraveler
BSidney
Bunnyboy
CS
Dexter Fong
DJTween
Doctor Dog
Elayne
EWeston
ferretjoe
Fuquad
Glen
greenmac
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!)
late
Merlyn
MMC
Nabby
Not Ed
Porgy
Principalpoop
Rufus_T_Firetween
shoes for the dead
Spudley Jellobrain
squeeze_the_wheeze
TheManWhoWouldBeFiresign
