||||||||| 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 14, 2013 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule... ||||||||| DJTween steps in at 7:57 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. ||||||||| 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)' ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 8 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:00 PM and Captain Equinox bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. Captain Equinox: ...and inside, it's delicious! DJTween: Hi Captain Captain Equinox: Hey, Tween! Captain Equinox: I'm going to step away for a while, but leave the volume up DJTween: The stream won't be started until sometime after 8:30pm EST, and will have no audio at the beginning Captain Equinox: no worries - it's supper time - LET'S EAT! DJTween: I'm going to try sending out the announcements earlier and see if we can get more people showing up on time ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:08 PM and bleepo bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. bleepo: Ahoy! ||||||||| Catherwood enters with Not Ed close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 8:09 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the vestibule. Captain Equinox: another grape? DJTween: ** I'll start the music tonight a little after 8:35pm EST ||||||||| Catherwood escorts Megadon in through the front door at 8:15 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. ||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 8:19 PM, dragging Dr. Dog by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this idiot?" Megadon: Sorry, I'm warming my mucklucks by the cellophane. Dr. Dog: Hey watch out for my electrodes! Megadon: Well, the next EMP is scheduled for 8;45p est,Dr. Dog. Be careful! Megadon: ...and patented protected... ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "8:36 PM and late as usual, it's Fuquad, just back from Funfun Town." DJTween: ** The streams are up, if you want to get connected ||||||||| Hawkmoth enters at 8:37 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and scurries off to the Hat Pack Annex. DJTween: Music starts in less than a minute ||||||||| 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)' ||||||||| It's 8:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Not Ed - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Rufus_T_Firetween enters at 8:42 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Chapeau Manger. Fuquad: Lots of fun tonight! Captain Equinox: Fun in FunFun Town! ||||||||| 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 EWeston disembarks at 8:44 PM. DJTween: Hi Ed EWeston: Hellooo, assume the position. I'm still on top here! Hey Tweeny ||||||||| Catherwood escorts Clem in through the front door at 8:47 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. ||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'late', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:47 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule... EWeston: Clemster traps are theoreticlly dissarmed..right? Clem: Who's crinkling that cellophane? EWeston: Der Shiftner swiped it! Clem: Sure does get late early in these parts. EWeston: But its nice out. Clem: Let's leave it out! late: lol, sometimes it doesn't apply, should pick some new name late: everybody clap along now ||||||||| Merlyn bounds in at 8:51 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. Clem: Now hold it, right there! EWeston: Drink Shrinkwrap has a come hither air, heir. ||||||||| Outside, the 8:51 PM bus from California pulls away, leaving Der_Schnifter coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. Der_Schnifter: been years since i heard this version of "Starship Trooper" late: mark time be starship trooper tonight EWeston: He's got the cellophane, get him! ||||||||| Dexter Fong enters at 8:52 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and scurries off to the Chapeau Manger. EWeston: Dex, yow. Clem: Ah! Dr FONG! Clem: Starship Trooper? ||||||||| Catherwood leads Cat inside, makes a note of the time (8:53 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. Fuquad: Am Eye See Kay He Why Am Oh You As He? Clem: Who let the CAT out? DJTween: Yeah Der_Schnifter, this is from the album Yessongs, early 70's Cat: I'm in now Clem: Pick up your ques faster! Megadon: ...just got done warming some things by the cellophane and I wondered, Clem, is this your bar of soap? EWeston: And just in time Dexter Fong: Hello! Dear Friends ||||||||| It's 8:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Dr. Dog - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Hawkmoth - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Dexter Fong: and hello! too toCapt., Cat, Clem, Tweeny EW, Merlyn et al Der_Schnifter: ground control to Mark Time. ||||||||| 8:55 PM -- Fuquad left for parts unknown.(Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow"). late: can you hear me, mark time? Clem: I've got JAUNDICE? EWeston: What's ground control grinding up these days Der_Schnifter: Obamacare. Clem: Now you keep it Sweet, Pete! DJTween: Rick Wakeman played on the original Ziggy Stardust album EWeston: Plenty of action there for all good droundlings Captain Equinox: Kurt, do you have any Gentle Giant? I'm sure I'm not the only person here who likes them ||||||||| Catherwood leads doctecazoid in through the front door at 8:57 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. Der_Schnifter: mainly on "Hunky Dory" DJTween: and Hey Dexter, Cat and all :) DJTween: Hi Doc ||||||||| doctecazoid departs at 8:57 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?" Cat: An early Doc Dexter Fong: Hey Doc ||||||||| Catherwood ushers doctecazoid in through the front door at 8:58 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. DJTween: I like Gentle Giant very much EWeston: The Doctor is shy? DJTween: saw them live in AZ back in '75 Der_Schnifter: me too. Dexter Fong: Cat: Are you CS, and if so, what are you doing in DC? Captain Equinox: Great band! doctecazoid: good evening Clem: Doc Technical? late: circuits dead, something's wrong DJTween: Don't think have any GG digitized : I saw GG too, love them Captain Equinox: Bowie's Diamond Dogs has fome great Aynsley Dunbar drumming on it! Cat: Yes, I'm using the Cat Name today because of the radio show Cat: if anyone is listening to it. doctecazoid: just got my ass handed to me in 9ball league ||||||||| cybermentsch steps in at 8:59 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. Dexter Fong: and why are you in DC ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:59 PM and squeeze_the_wheeze waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. ||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'shoes for the dead', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:59 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom... Cat: I have a show called Freetime with the Catman Der_Schnifter: i can send you some tweenie. Cat: sorry to hear that, Doc ||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, November 14, 2013 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!" ||||||||| Catherwood ushers Lor inside, makes a note of the time (9:00 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. shoes for the dead: Howdy Clem: Squeeze The Wheeze! Welcome! late: awesome squeeze_the_wheeze: hi ya friends EWeston: Lo Shoes Doctor doctecazoid: i'm sulking in my car as i type this Clem: Just reach above the bar there! Dexter Fong: Cat: Why does Nino place you in Washington, D.C.? Cat: I'm in North Van as always ||||||||| Lor leaves at 9:01 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..." shoes for the dead: has me in Mi. Dexter Fong: Not according to Nino =) Cat: the radio station went live on Tuesday this week EWeston: Better than sulking in space Clem: ...right there next to the handy-dandy laminated Wild West Gunrack! doctecazoid: wbile i am glad twen's show is being broadcast, i trust everyone here is aware of the new FT Rdio feed ||||||||| "9:02 PM? 9:02 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Dr. Dog should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Dr. Dog enters and sits on the couch. Cat: you have the url, doc? Dexter Fong: Off the couch Mr. Dog Dr. Dog: doh sorry Clem: Sit Boy! doctecazoid: it is available via the FT home page as well as Shoutcast Captain Equinox: woof!
Dexter Fong gives Dr. Dog a biscuit Dr. Dog: oh no, that's very passe ||||||||| "9:03 PM? 9:03 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Principalpoop should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Principalpoop enters and sits in the comfy chair. doctecazoid: shoutcast.com
Dexter Fong gives Dr. Dog an *organic* dog biscuit EWeston: And the circle is complete Cat:https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/index.php Dr. Dog: yum! doctecazoid: search on "firesign theatre" Principalpoop: sir elton toilet ||||||||| 9:04 PM: heyjudew jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!" Dr. Dog: organic groat biscuits shoes for the dead: all circles are complete Dexter Fong: Hi Tweeny EWeston: Flushing is fine...today Principalpoop: spinning the bits Captain Equinox: Sir Elton is unflushable. Der_Schnifter: recent Gentle Giant (cover) performance. http://youtu.be/zl0ojPuAhKQ doctecazoid: also there are links for listening via popular streaming players at: Dr. Dog: all true paths lead through mountains EWeston: On the semi circular settee Cat: I used a little clip from Mark Time and some radio stuff on one of my shows ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - from XM Radio - the MARK TIME episodes - 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 - you can listen to/watch the XM Radio series at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/xmradio/' doctecazoid:https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/frp.php Rufus_T_Firetween: ** NEW 24/7 FIRESIGN THEATRE RADIO STATION!! ** https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/index.php Clem: Or you can wait here in the sitting room. Principalpoop: i have not heard his new album, i hear elton and bernie taupin are at the top of their game shoes for the dead: are your shows streamed or only local radio, Cat? Cat: I was whistling in the Turner room, or was I turning in the Whistler Room? Dexter Fong: Hey Poop, didn't notice your entrance Rufus_T_Firetween: I thought Bernie Taupin had left us doctecazoid:https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/frp.php Cat: streamed on Firesign Radio Principalpoop: on that bbc america show, i only know what I heard Cat: that was a quote from the Big Internet Broadcast of 1996 Principalpoop: the new radio works great, wow EWeston: The wetted whistle is in for tuning, again. Cat: its only been going for a few days. but it seems to work Clem: Good Sound. Principalpoop: whistling at whistlers mother, hubba hubba doctecazoid: ossman wants me to stop playing DOMM cuts on radiofreeoz.com Dr. Dog: I listened to big broadcast 76 just today Cat: i agree, doc. people should tune into firesign radio to hear them doctecazoid: so in the near future i will be switching to reruns of the stuff he and Peter did Cat: i'm glad proctor returns to the radio station starting ||||||||| It's 9:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| cybermentsch - dead from measles ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Principalpoop: i think all publicity is good, they must know about it to want more...imho DJTween: Yeah, that cool Cat Clem: Welp, I've gotta finish defoliating th' Victory Garden! ||||||||| Clem rushes off, saying "9:10 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?" Captain Equinox: THat's great news, doc! ||||||||| Catherwood escorts ''Bob'' into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, mutters something about 9:10 PM, then departs. doctecazoid: and i have to slink back into the pool hall Cat: I thought my shows would go on as I created them but actually the station starts with my 11th show, Bozo U Principalpoop: good breaks Dr. Dog: yep laters Cat: so I don't know when whatever will be broadcast ||||||||| At 9:11 PM, Dr. Dog runs out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..." doctecazoid: glad i could stop by briefly - even if we are on tape Cat: bettter luck this time, doc Principalpoop: i have to check, what year is it this time? EWeston: Bye bye Doc ||||||||| 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' doctecazoid: glad that FT Radio is off and running - thanks for tuning in Dexter Fong: Later Doc Cat: the xm shows were 2001 DJTween: yeah Merlyn: bye doc EWeston: Thursday for another 6 seconds doctecazoid: y'all have a great evening - ttfn ttyl and all that - byyyeeeee Principalpoop: ciao ||||||||| doctecazoid leaves to catch the 9:13 PM train to Funfun Town. : glad that FT Radio is off and running - thanks for tuning in Der_Schnifter: nothing like a chatroom with spam. Principalpoop: big talk, from a cripple married to a lesbo Cat: did you write that stuff, merl? Der_Schnifter: what's one more lesbian? DJTween: Sorry DS, you have to be a subscriber to see the ad-free version ;) Principalpoop: a dog eat dog world Merlyn: I wasn't listening, what's on cat DJTween: actually, that wasn't supposed to be a notice, sorry ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - from XM Radio - the MARK TIME episodes - 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 - you can listen to/watch the XM Radio series at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/xmradio/' late: what? am i missing something important? Cat: one of the mark times, bergman asks, "who wrote this stuff?" Der_Schnifter: (thought i was already writing below?) Merlyn: the time travel one, yes EWeston: Any Blugbladder Beasts about? shoes for the dead: and the script fails Dexter Fong: What script? Principalpoop: speak rhetorically and carry a big blaster Cat: i'm doing a series of shows called Firesign & Friends and I'd like to use your stuff as one of the friends, Merl Der_Schnifter: be good, y'all. ||||||||| Der_Schnifter departs at 9:17 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?" Cat: along with Harry Shearer and John Goodman, just not as famous EWeston: Improvisation can only be used for good, or evil Merlyn: go ahead, cat Dexter Fong: EW: That's what it says in my copy of the script shoes for the dead: missels impossible ||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'dude', just granted probation at 9:18 PM", then leaves hurriedly. EWeston: Good advice...maybe DJTween: yo, dude... Captain Equinox: start diggin' Cat: i'm using Red Shift as the first in that series and the long interview with the producer of Mark Time, Steve Gillmour for another show Cat: Martian Space Party should be in there too. Cat: anopther Gilmour production Principalpoop: did he do the girls too? Merlyn: this bit was written by Ossman, cat Rufus_T_Firetween: ** NEW 24/7 FIRESIGN THEATRE RADIO STATION!! ** https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/index.php Dexter Fong: Thanks Rufe Dexter Fong: A little late but very eye catching Principalpoop: rufu? no, rufus Rufus_T_Firetween: Actually, I posted that earlier, Dex EWeston: Rufage for everyone! Dexter Fong: So you're just kinda spamming us? Principalpoop: flotsom and jetsom Merlyn: Proctor actually needed me to remind him what Bob Bunny was like DJTween: I'm doing my best, Dex lol EWeston: Not Flotsom and old sneaker? Dexter Fong: Tween: I think Rufus can speak for himself Cat: a bouncing bunny? Merlyn: pop a wheelie, wob Principalpoop: asprin and old lace shoes for the dead: as you won't remember......... Merlyn: just the general voice style Merlyn: "gosh-wow sidekick kid" Cat: Ossman told me he was thinking of the Pookah in Harvey EWeston: Speaking to the skeptic still inside you Principalpoop: harvey was the pookah ||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| heyjudew - dead from the common cold ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Cat: i have a little clip from that interview on the show that's online now but the whole interview is interrupted by fireworks. Principalpoop: and how are you mister ahh hell, i forget his name, that character actor Dexter Fong: Elisha Cook? Principalpoop: resembled fred mertz, sorta Cat: the garden of fear is a great title Cat: there is a planet Mertz that mark Time visits Merlyn: heh my left tesla coil EWeston: Agnes Moorehead Principalpoop: steve reed shoes for the dead: Radio Prison!! Dexter Fong: Ursala Andress Principalpoop: bridget bardot EWeston: Hello Kitty Dexter Fong: Miaeu shoes for the dead: Bjork Cat: this is so much better recorded than the otherworld media cassette i have Merlyn: ok, the next two episodes should be the time pirates I wrote Dexter Fong: ABBA EWeston: Kwel Dexter Fong: QWELL! EWeston: Cadabra Jones Dexter Fong: Abra Spike Principalpoop: basketball jones Merlyn: a lot of Improvising too EWeston: Everyone knew her as Nancy Dexter Fong: That was her working title EWeston: Good work, if you can find it shoes for the dead: a working woman Principalpoop: repeat itself shoes for the dead: echo in here EWeston: IS THERE AN ACHO IN HERE? Dexter Fong: No, but there's an ancho in here shoes for the dead: refection EWeston: I'm not reprehensible! Megadon: then reflection Cat: good line about robin williams Principalpoop: pause EWeston: Ahhhh shoes for the dead: paws Principalpoop: i am prehensile EWeston: The adanvantages of pesudopods are often overlooked Principalpoop: the retro rockets shoes for the dead: not posthensile? Megadon: in a pretensile puddle of gloop 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 Principalpoop: neohensile EWeston: Parahensile Principalpoop: just semihensile Megadon: hensor tensors EWeston: Sister to Hansile shoes for the dead: grabby subject Principalpoop: greata Cat: and Peter Stenshoel too DJTween: Elayne's not here yet, so I guess no live Skype :/ ||||||||| 9:38 PM: Elayne jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!" Elayne: Evenin' all! Cat: and speaking of Elayne late: omg Principalpoop: her ears were burning Dexter Fong: What d'''ya say now Tween Merlyn: hi E Elayne: Sorry I'm late. Trying and failing to balance checkbook. Principalpoop: hi E shoes for the dead: El? i thought they tore it down EWeston: Good, choose time od day, Elayne EWeston: What the El! shoes for the dead: it's a new voice for hom!! Merlyn: that line was supposed to be "what off earth is going on?" EWeston: Delirious fun Merly Cat: this guy can really write Dexter Fong: lol Principalpoop: argh argh argh EWeston: Canadian? Dexter Fong: Not a bhudist shoes for the dead: Scotch DJTween: Hey E Principalpoop: penance Dexter Fong: Thanks don't mind if I do EWeston: Pass's the no true Buddist test? Principalpoop: the zen a ts EWeston: The sound of one hand typing Cat: the reagan administration Elayne: Hang on, did they just drop an "F: bomb? Merlyn: rated PG now Merlyn: bergman improvised Dexter Fong: Satelite radio E Elayne: Not used to hearing that from them, Dex. Cat: what is this from? Cat: oh itunes thing Elayne: Oops, Tween! :) Elayne: Don't worry, it's a very informal show. :) shoes for the dead: i wore my tux Dexter Fong: And I've still got my tails EWeston: I've got an extra head, but don't tell it that shoes for the dead: no, just paraniod, Dex Cat: oh yes i used this on one of my shows Elayne: Hey Cat, I notice you're Cat today! :) Principalpoop: slaughtered chickens? Cat: yes, to publicize the show EWeston: No just debased Cat: even though it's called Freetime with the Catman, that's too much to type Dexter Fong: Dear Friends, Let's Eat! I believe ||||||||| Catherwood leads Fuquad in through the front door at 9:49 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. Principalpoop: if we subscribed we can hear the cs episodes? Cat: the first show with you has yet to appear. the network started with my 11th show. i guess whatever they think works Cat: they have been experimenting with different length blocks of shows Principalpoop: isn't that spelled tucks? Principalpoop: here come the E, here come the E Dexter Fong: is there an echo in here? ||||||||| Fr_Oblivious waltzes in at 9:52 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. Merlyn: the manual podcasting list is at https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/podcasting/list.php EWeston: Du to doppler its now a D ''Bob'': Hey, it's Elaine! Haven't talked to her in... a decade? Cat: the great Elayne voice Principalpoop: it was cold here too, in the teens, brrrr, damn puberty again ||||||||| At 9:52 PM, Fuquad vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted! Cat: true, Tween Merlyn: the XML podcasting link is at https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/podcasting/index.php EWeston: Recursive puberty is tiring Cat: thatr would be fun too Principalpoop: pedantic ||||||||| Nazi Goring steals in around 9:53 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident." ''Bob'': Came across some back issues of Firesignal when I moved last month. Good times. Merlyn: I always complain when stars have too much first order correlation Principalpoop: cool EWeston: Your hormones will wear out! Dexter Fong: Billions and billions of episodes Cat: well put, El Dexter Fong: I believe in Doc Mattah Merlyn: These stars have too much first order correlation: http://static.tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pub/images/Destination-moon-luna_8877.jpg Principalpoop: i saw that it is ok to eat salt, unless your blood pressure is way too high already Dexter Fong: If you put the salt on their tails they fall right over Principalpoop: did she denigrate my good woo-woo? Principalpoop: blasphemy EWeston: Go dye first Megadon: I believe in god the particle almighty, in his almighty field, and his almighty quantum foam... Principalpoop: a wonderful voice EWeston: Ramen Dexter Fong: Deistic gastronomy Principalpoop: flying spaghetti monster Megadon: Let's eat! EWeston: What ever fills the tummy 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 Megadon: Sounds like a plan ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. Cat: that's terrible, el Principalpoop: never admitted it? omg Cat: yeah i'll get on next week Principalpoop: skype skype skype skype Cat: i'm waiting to get some feedback from my radio show EWeston: Splurgie! Principalpoop: give us more antidotes Cat: always great to hear Elayne Elayne: Thanks again, Tween! Principalpoop: thank you E Cat: plot is simple? EWeston: Ditto and ditter! shoes for the dead: mite be a while if we don't know when to listen, Cat Captain Equinox: Mmmmmmm - Memory Loops. Elayne: I'd agree with that estimation as well, Tween. Merlyn: straightforward plot? Cat: that is a problem, shoes. but if you listen to firesign theatre radio long enough, you'll hear my voice Elayne: Yes Merlyn, it's a straightfoward Moebius strip. :) Cat: i have no idea when i'll be on and that might be technical or they dont know yet. but 2 of my shows are in rotation, as they used to say in radio land Elayne: I think this album was actually my introduction to Harry Shearer. Elayne: Although I knew from Wolfman Jack beforehand. :) EWeston: The Kline bottle was in the shop Cat: really, el? you never heard the crediblity gap? Principalpoop: robert kline on hbo? Cat: they made a flick with proctor and bergman that is suitably obscure Principalpoop: loop out Elayne: Not until much later, Cat. I wasn't into comedy records at that time, remember, I discovered all that stuff 10-15 years later in college. shoes for the dead: run on Cat: gap were on krla shortly after the end of rfo, as i recall 1968 Cat: i have a tape of the gap as the 3 stooges which i think tween played, one of the funniest things i've ever heard shoes for the dead: you are not in control ||||||||| Catherwood leads jtell inside, makes a note of the time (10:07 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. EWeston: I maybe in a contrail, or a transom Cat: jethro? how's the texas tea? ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 10:08 PM, dragging PissFest by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Yahoo ™?" PissFest: I forgot I had this - I'm regaining a piece of my teenhood! EWeston: One leg? ||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Fr_Oblivious - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| squeeze_the_wheeze - dead from the common cold ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| 10:10 PM: Chatto 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: you were a teen hood? Dexter Fong: What a decade!!!!! ||||||||| 10:10 PM -- jtell left for parts unknown.(Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow"). Captain Equinox: a flat top and his choice of newspapers EWeston: With either one leg, or three? Chatto : you wry hood, you Elayne: What's a newspaper, Captain E? Principalpoop: the swinging 60s? Cat: you're the only one here who remembers them, dex Dexter Fong: Ahardcopy blog E Cat: lol dex Elayne: Good lord, they got the Oil Wars thing right. Principalpoop: first of the oil wars, business improved, interest declined Elayne: Those were Somali pirate raids, right? Rufus_T_Firetween: no doubt, Elayne Chatto : which one :/ is that five counting from "a" shoes for the dead: pirate raids DJTween: oops, forgot the banner ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “HOW TIME FLYS” - 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/daoshowtifl.html' Dexter Fong: E: Some were Ali's others, not so much Elayne: They were absolutely the Empty '80s Principalpoop: and the naughty 90s Cat: Somali pirates keep on pirating. So do Chinese copiers Elayne: Ah, a government shutdown DJTween: The Naughty Nineties, featuring President Bill EWeston: Brought down by consentual sex, amazing thing Cat: not exactly down Dexter Fong: Consentual sex should get you up Dexter Fong: it's tweeny shoes for the dead: Mon, went down Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “HOW TIME FLYS” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=htf-ln Principalpoop: they worried about monica instead of planes ramming into the trade center and pentagon... Rufus_T_Firetween: Read about the cast there EWeston: Not exactly up either. Time for a handy pocket dimension I think Dexter Fong: or a small balck hole Elayne: "It's a government job though, and they're hard to find..." Dexter Fong: black Rufus_T_Firetween: Quite true, P Chatto : more sugar is bad for you EWeston: Contractors is a hirin Chatto : that's the one where I explain how Jesus is Lucifer, Legba opens the door, Ganesh organizations overcome her obstacles, open up crossroads as the crown of the dark tree, the elephant as mulhadara ... or perhaps you need to know the interface like your burning fading roses. for south of the border in the lines of death, the mirror of qlipoth are shattering pots filled with grave earth.... Principalpoop: is that racist fong? Chatto : it's sort of the opposite of twirling your Chacras ||||||||| 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 10:18 PM. Dexter Fong: Poop: I don't think I used the *N* word Principalpoop: the balck people might be upset Chatto : it's more like colorist Dexter Fong: Poop: They should go balck to the Balkans Cat: a hole of the coloured persuasion EWeston: Can a chacra do an emilman? Chatto : i'm quite black and not very upset. it's only my heart chakra bleeding Dexter Fong: Can a Chacra do an Immelman without losing critical attitude Principalpoop: my roses are burning and fading, ouch EWeston: Ahh the blahs Chatto : nobody doesn't want to be a frozen parking lot ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "10:20 PM and late as usual, it's Nabby, just back from Billville." Chatto : now that's a roll and a half Cat: must be doc tech playing pool in the background Principalpoop: listening to how time flies at the link above chatto? Rufus_T_Firetween: ** NEW 24/7 FIRESIGN THEATRE RADIO STATION!! ** https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/index.php shoes for the dead: Hey nabby Chatto : OMG there's 360s everywhere Nabby: Hey shoes Nabby: hi everyone EWeston: We hide our zeppilins under frozen parking lots Dexter Fong: I love the background sound of a pool game in the enlisted men's game room Chatto : I only read good books Cat: looks real, dont he? Principalpoop: at ease Elayne: I want to be in the Active Duty Retirement Corps EWeston: He's turning over! Chatto : as soon as I find my damn Zepplin I can relax late: panormaland 2000! Principalpoop: panorama land EWeston: We're making ours out of ice. Elayne: Is the London Eye there? Chatto : I asked for unleaded Dexter Fong: 2000 Cat: the forgotten Marx brother late: nope - panaramaland 2000! DJTween: So Cat, you want to get on Skype next week and talk about the new station? Elayne: I love "Walt's Dead Now Enterprises" Principalpoop: all rights reserved EWeston: He became an actor agent. ||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 10:23 PM, dragging dw by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?" Cat: i'll skype but i dont know how much i'll know by then. at least its on the air and i have a couple hours daily Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “HOW TIME FLYS” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=htf-ln Principalpoop: dog wants out brb Cat: though which hours they are and which of the 20 hours of shows i sent will be played, and when, i am uninformed EWeston: Good puppy shoes for the dead: Frenk You! late: he broke the president? Captain Equinox: Anyone have the model from the original vinyl release? ||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Megadon - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Nazi Goring - dead from jaundice ||||||||| RedPillTweeny - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Cat: hopefuly i'll sell a few solar panels late: zeppline! Rufus_T_Firetween: I sold my copy, CaptE :/ Merlyn: they invented steampunk Rufus_T_Firetween: Was good to see that they already had a sponsor, Cat Cat: i think the sponsor came first, the station later. EWeston: The Rat was also Steam Punk Chatto : it was a dutde in a... sharkskin suit Nabby: good stuff cat & thanks Cat: what could be more fun than compiling and playing firesign? Elayne: Wow, they predicted Garbage Island as well. Rufus_T_Firetween: Sounds like fun indeed, Cat :) Elayne:http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Great_Pacific_garbage_patch Nabby: indeed Chatto : be back I have to go toot with lil suzy Rufus_T_Firetween: Yeah Elayne. They're talking about a Texas-sized garbage area in the Pacific Rufus_T_Firetween: You beat me to it Chatto : be well ladles and Germans late: oh god his voice ||||||||| Catherwood says "10:29 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Chatto by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door EWeston: Bye Chatto Rufus_T_Firetween: You too, Chatto Cat: by chatto Cat: i read an article today about a dutch teenager who found out a way to get rid of garbage island. Cat:http://isupportorganic.blogspot.ca/2013/11/19-year-old-develops-ocean-cleanup-array.html#DlsfEFO0zthD68TB.01 EWeston: I've heard of many kid launched ideas that were very good DJTween: put into a landfill? Dexter Fong: Does it involve anti-gravity? EWeston: Shure it'll be a lot of laughs Dexter Fong: That's gravity, not gravitas Cat:http://isupportorganic.blogspot.ca/2013/11/19-year-old-develops-ocean-cleanup-array.html#DlsfEFO0zthD68TB.01 Cat: doesnt seem to be loading late: big floating garbage trucks Rufus_T_Firetween: That's really cool, Cat EWeston: Not dark energy either, I guess Cat: i seem to have been disconnected. Dexter Fong: From what? Nabby: multiple rebendables DJTween: Elayne, that's where all the dark matter went! Dexter Fong: Nab: It's Revendables shoes for the dead: NSA Nabby: from whom? Nabby: oh thank you dexter Dexter Fong: Reverend Revendable Cat: circuits and circus DJTween: The missing matter is garbage! Cat: they loved playing with that Dexter Fong: circuitous EWeston: Its had an emotional reaction and disconnect from matter Captain Equinox: voila! EWeston: Estranged is the word I wanted Dexter Fong: I've had an emotional disconnect from emotinal matters Dexter Fong: emotional Cat: i love bergman's reaction there DJTween: ** Next week - TV OR NOT TV EWeston: Emo tinal, a new concept Nabby: ensqualmed Nabby: great tween! Captain Equinox: embalmed Cat: he is so used to getting his way, he is astonished that anyone would contradict him Principalpoop: back, and which is it? make up your mind tweeny Dexter Fong: *Actually I meant reactional matters....(sigh) ||||||||| Beet enters at 10:38 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and hurries off to the Hat Pack Annex. Dexter Fong: Hey Beet Principalpoop: we are listening to the loops beet Beet: I suppose better late than never? EWeston: Involving the energy release of electrical bonds Dexter Fong: Not so much Cat: did you know that wolfman was younger than ossman? EWeston: Something involving a lamp post and crossing a seal with a shetland pony? Beet: I just woke up (literally and figuratively). Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Hoodies, Sweatchirts, Coffee Mugs, Caps and lots of other cool Firesign goodies at CafePress >> http://www.cafepress.com/firesign Dexter Fong: Thaat's because when he was lon Chaney, he didn't age Nabby: man i like this record ||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| dw - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... late: what a hole EWeston: Your together this time of day then Principalpoop: this could smell the end to civilization as we know it Nabby: Ion Chaney? Elayne: "Now on a reduced power basis..." I love that whole subplot of there being no money left EWeston: Theoretically this could smell the end Beet: One of my faves. A mesterpiece. Cat: good point, el Dexter Fong: Ion & Bosun Chaney, a matched pair if there ever was one Beet: masterpiece Cat: except for entertainment EWeston: Meisterpiece Nabby: great team ||||||||| 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 live 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' Principalpoop: and face shooting uncle dick chaney late: farm out! EWeston: Right Arm! late: where the hell did wman jack come from? Nabby: another direction Dexter Fong: ready on the Right!] EWeston: Geary Owens is ther too Principalpoop: the serene mood, the lack of comprehension shoes for the dead: radio in mexico DJTween: The end of the world all over again! DJTween: (the black hole time loop) Rufus_T_Firetween: late >> ** Read about “HOW TIME FLYS” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=htf-ln Cat: old fashioned zep implies there are new ones Nabby: we're doomed Dexter Fong: Cat: Space ship Al could tell us a lot more about Zeps EWeston: The new ones use water as a lifting gas DJTween: well, yeah... shoes for the dead: 11:58 DJTween: and, back to the beginning... Principalpoop: loop out late: you are in black hole - again Beet: In and out the blacl hole late: what a bummer Nabby: round and round shoes for the dead: run off Captain Equinox: I did! Nabby: thank you tween Dexter Fong: Thanks very much to Tweeny Elayne: Thanks Tween, that was fun! I gotta go folks, see you next week! Dexter Fong: Ha Ha ||||||||| Elayne hurries out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Elayne?! It's 10:45 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!" Principalpoop: gratitude to tween, applause for the radio M Captain Equinox: Thanks loads, Kurt! Principalpoop: thanks for the talk E DJTween: yw all :) Beet: Nice to be here even for a few minutes. I'll be on time next week. Nite all. EWeston: Grate fun! late: thanks man Principalpoop: ciao beet Dexter Fong: Yes indeed Poop, thanks to R. Merlyn Nabby: bye bye beet Cat: you're doing great work here, tween Captain Equinox: Til next week - bye, all! Dexter Fong: Night Beet Nabby: later cappy Principalpoop: fuck rufus and the horse he rode in on, he annoys me, but tween is great Dexter Fong: Night Capt> Dexter Fong: Hey Poop: Rufus does all the heavy lifting and Tweeny takes the credit...fuck you Principalpoop: salute cappy Captain Equinox: God Night, and Good Bless you! Nabby: achoo! Principalpoop: is that right fong? but rufus still annoys me EWeston: The space time discontiuity is tugging at my ankules again, I think I be gone, by all. Merlyn: thanks again tween Captain Equinox: Geseundheit Dexter Fong: Poop: No accounting for taste Principalpoop: ok weston, we have your number DJTween: Until last time, again... ||||||||| At 10:48 PM, Rufus_T_Firetween runs out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..." ||||||||| "10:48 PM? I'm late!" exclaims DJTween, who then hurries out through the french doors and down through the flowerbeds. Nabby: likewise i'm sure Merlyn: if anyone needs more Firesign, just go to firesigntheatrelegacy.com and listen to the stream -- IP into the stream ||||||||| EWeston leaves to catch the 10:49 PM train to Billville. Principalpoop: looks like the bus, everyone keep warm, ciaooo Nabby: whoops away! ||||||||| Merlyn says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Merlyn exits at 10:49 PM. Cat: looks like the radio site is showing what shows its playing. Dexter Fong: I'll be checking out the radio shows tomorrow Cat Cat: looks like one of my shows is up next, called History Show. Cat: enjoy them when you can find them, dex Dexter Fong: Thanks and grats Cat Dexter Fong: and night to all and see all next week Cat: see you here next week ||||||||| Dexter Fong rushes out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Dexter Fong?! It's 10:53 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!" ||||||||| Cat scurries out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Cat?! It's 10:53 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!" ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| 11:09 PM: Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!" ||||||||| "11:09 PM? 11:09 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Ben Bland should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Ben Bland enters and sits in the comfy chair. ||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Nabby - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| uhClem - dead from jaundice ||||||||| dude - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| ''Bob'' - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| late - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Captain Equinox - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Principalpoop - dead from jaundice ||||||||| PissFest - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Beet - dead from the common cold ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... bleepo: I missed something somehow... Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Hello again, Dear Freuds! Flotsam and I arrived home a bit earlier following a most pleasant evening with our good friends, Mr. Danger and Mr. Rococo. ||||||||| Ben Bland leaves at 11:12 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..." Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): We intend to invite each and every one of our Firesign friends over our to our comfortable Flat in London -- that means you all! Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): You are all invited! Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Well, tonight we are determined to retire early as our old friends, Violet and Frank shall be spending the weekend with us here in London. ||||||||| Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) rushes off, saying "11:19 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?" ||||||||| It's 11:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| bleepo - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Catherwood enters with Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 11:29 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the vestibule. Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Ha, Ha! ||||||||| Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) leaves to catch the 11:30 PM train to Billville. ||||||||| Catherwood leads Chatto in through the front door at 11:48 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. Chatto : phew. that was small pink and tight. but I escaped. Chatto : yes, the three pigs let me go Chatto : I am hardly lupine Chatto : sigh ||||||||| Catherwood walks in wearing his pyjamas, yawns, and mumbles "It's midnight here in New York city"...then he falls over and starts snoring loudly.. ||||||||| Catherwood ushers General Defective inside, makes a note of the time (12:03 AM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. General Defective: I agree, sigh ||||||||| It's 12:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Chatto - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| General Defective runs out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's General Defective?! It's 12:11 AM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!" ||||||||| Catherwood strides up and announces "Presenting 'Captain Equinox', just granted probation at 1:48 AM", then leaves hurriedly. Captain Equinox: Groat cakes again! ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 2 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| It's 2:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Captain Equinox - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Catherwood enters, and announces to all and sundry "It's 4:32 AM, time to change the log file and clean out unused rooms; please exit the chat room for a minute or two. Thank you for your patience."
The Evening's Participants:
Beet
bleepo
''Bob''
Captain Equinox
Cat
Chatto
Clem
Der_Schnifter
Dexter Fong
DJTween
doctecazoid
Dr. Dog
Elayne
EWeston
Fuquad
General Defective
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!)
late
Megadon
Merlyn
Nabby
PissFest
Principalpoop
Rufus_T_Firetween
shoes for the dead
squeeze_the_wheeze
