||||||||| 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 February 06, 2014 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule... ||||||||| 8:04 PM: sound effects man jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!" ||||||||| Catherwood says "8:05 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs sound effects man by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door ||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and announces "Announcing 'DJTween', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:06 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule... ||||||||| New notice: '** There will be a Firesign Theatre/US Plus Stimulcast starting at 9pm EST this evening. Warm-up music begins around 8:45pm EST **' DJTween: ** Music In A Couple Of Minutes ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - Warm Up Music (Renaissance/Song Of Scheherazade)- 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 with The Senator close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 8:36 PM tree-stunting plans, and rushes off to the sitting room. DJTween: Hi Senator The Senator: alllooooo! The Senator: guess I'll get back on the bus for awhile... DJTween: Phoenix, eh? The Senator: si DJTween: Celebrity Theater still there? ||||||||| Captain Equinox waltzes in at 8:43 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. The Senator: It is DJTween: Hi Captain Captain Equinox: Hiya, Kiddos! DJTween: Saw The Strawbs and Gentle Giant there. The revolving stage was interesting ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "8:44 PM and late as usual, it's Stlouielou, just back from Kansas City." DJTween: Hi Louie Stlouielou: Ola Amigos The Senator: That was awhile back. Been there several times, Souther-Hillman-Furay Band eons ago. Also Sam Kinison, Elvis Costello and Brian Setzer DJTween: kewl ||||||||| late tiptoes in around 8:46 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident." DJTween: Hi late The Senator: and Junior brown.... late: howdy DJTween: Haven't caught Junior Brown live yet, but his music is awesome country rock ||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 8:47 PM, dragging General Dysfunction by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yahoo?" DJTween: Hi General General Dysfunction: so sochi to be here DJTween: As long as I've lived in Austin, I should have caught him by now ||||||||| Captain Equinox flies in through the transom, landing on the bearskin rug. "Attention, solstice squad! After working a 12-hour day, I like to kick back and swill some juice out of a genuine Firesign coffee mug or Bear Whiz Beer stein!" ||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'dude', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:48 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary... DJTween: Hi dude ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Org! inside, makes a note of the time (8:49 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. DJTween: Hi Org! ||||||||| 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 plummets into the garden at 8:49 PM. dude: I got your Nancy ... Right here Catherwood ||||||||| Catherwood walks over to dude and yells "Stop typing gibberish, dude!" DJTween: Hi EW Org!: hi Captain Equinox: Damn, saw Renaissance several times at the Auditorium Theatre here in Chicago. DJTween: bet was a great show Org!: i'm being stupid EWeston: Thanks Happy, Hey tweeny and the expectorant mob Captain Equinox: GREAT Every time DJTween: Renaissance seemed an appropriate opening for Anythynge You Want To ;) Org!: & not sure what else to do... Captain Equinox: nice toiuch, Kurt! Captain Equinox: *touch* DJTween: :) ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "8:51 PM and late as usual, it's Serottared, just back from Springfield." Org!: I thought I was going to hear FST plays DJTween: Hi Serot Org!: where is the stream? DJTween: You shall, beginning at 8pmCST, Org EWeston: In bout 10 minutes Org General Dysfunction: love this! ||||||||| 8:52 PM: dmc jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!" DJTween: some really good music, certainly Org!: what do I do? DJTween: Hi dmc ||||||||| Catherwood enters and asks "Is there anythynge you want? By that I mean Anythynge You Want To, Shakespeare's Lost paperback Comedie in pre-electronic book form!" DJTween: You talk, Org DJTween: lol DJTween: Have you seen Firesign live, Org? ||||||||| Catherwood enters with More Sugar close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 8:53 PM tree-stunting plans, and hurries off to the sitting room. Org!: i'm trying DJTween: Hi MS EWeston: That's meta physicly absurd man. How can we know what you do? ||||||||| MarkLeviton sneaks in around 8:53 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident." dmc: hellloooo DJTween: Hi Mark EWeston: Hey dere DJTween: and if you want to know more about how the chat works, click on the question mark icon at the bottom of the page MarkLeviton: Hi, just found you guys recently but can't stay long. . . ||||||||| It's 8:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| The Senator - dead from measles ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Org!: I remenber the great stinking desert, but i don't know where... General Dysfunction: leviton great name, i want it to be levitate DJTween: Enjoy it while you're here :) MarkLeviton: One of my many nicknames is "Levitator" Org!: healp General Dysfunction: aha! MarkLeviton: Levitron is another EWeston: The Stinking Desert Memorial Cobalt Bomb Testing Range Org!: how do I stream??? EWeston: Hit the blue hi lite above MarkLeviton: I saw Renaissance in concert more than once! ||||||||| Merlyn enters at 8:56 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and hurries off to the Chapeau Manger. DJTween: Click on one of the links at the top of the page, depending on your bandwidth DJTween: Hey Merlyn ||||||||| Outside, the 8:57 PM crosstown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving Cat coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. EWeston: S'a Meryl Captain Equinox: Me too, Mark! DJTween: Hey Cat ||||||||| Outside, the 8:57 PM uptown bus from Elmertown pulls away, leaving Winterfered coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. Merlyn: except the dishnuts link, that's the host Merlyn: hey all, cat EWeston: And the Cat got out again DJTween: Hi Winter Cat: I'm always out. To lunch. Cat: Had best halibut fish and chips for lunch i've ever eaten today. ||||||||| Principalpoop steps in at 8:58 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. EWeston: We need more lunch ||||||||| Catherwood leads shoes for the dead into the room, accepts an I.O.U. as a gratuity, grumbles something about 8:58 PM, then departs. ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:58 PM and Mudhead waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. DJTween: Hey P DJTween: Hey Muddy shoes for the dead: howdy Principalpoop: hollolo Cat: its the tween voice Principalpoop: with vinagar and salt or what/ General Dysfunction: dear friends Mudhead: hai all Principalpoop: the voice of tweeny shoes for the dead: -35 in Butte this morn, EW Captain Equinox: *honk honk* Principalpoop: hey muddy Winterfered: Its Winterfered and I thank you very much EWeston: We's a bunch in tonight ||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, February 06, 2014 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!" Serottared: Squeaking my Bozo shoes... ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "9:00 PM and late as usual, it's Moojman, just back from Phoenix." ||||||||| Catherwood enters with breeze close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 9:00 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the Aviary. EWeston: Them winds don't help either do they Shoes Cat: new folks? late: damned limitations of vinyl ||||||||| Outside, the 9:00 PM downtown bus from West Virginia pulls away, leaving Tor_Hershman coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. Cat: old folks: hi tor Tor_Hershman: Howdy do, ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “ANYTHYNGE YOU WANT TO: Shakespeare’s Lost Comedie” - 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' Tor_Hershman: OLD...indeed shoes for the dead: no, wind chill made it -40 here General Dysfunction: phlegm Winterfered: Shoes for industry my friends Mudhead: illuminations of viyl DJTween: yikes, shoes Cat: wind chill is not chill ||||||||| 9:01 PM: Beet jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!" dmc: firesale? Stlouielou: here we go! DJTween: and I thought Austin was cold because we didn't make out of the 20's today DJTween: Hi Beet EWeston: Man. That's some frozen Montana Cat: its always on sale shoes for the dead: didja get snow, Tween? ||||||||| Ralph Spoilsport drives in through the door and says "Buy a new or used T-shirt from the Firesign Theatre Cafepress store! Hurry before this sentence ends!" Stlouielou: we made it to 12 at some point today ||||||||| Catherwood enters and asks "Is there anythynge you want? By that I mean Anythynge You Want To, Shakespeare's Lost paperback Comedie in pre-electronic book form!" Tor_Hershman: The new broadcast 'tis cool DJTween: Org!, have you been able to load the stream? Mudhead: yes, its streaming here Beet: Hi, all. WE got our power back about an hour ago. Just in time for the chat. Yay! ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “ANYTHYNGE YOU WANT TO: Shakespeare’s Lost Comedie” - 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 << a dusting a few days back' Stlouielou: I had a problem too...changed to windows media worked fine DJTween: mostly icy roads that make the traffic a nightmare EWeston: Good karma Beet Principalpoop: cock my ear and I hear an ancient hall Mudhead: its streaming so much I'll need buckets soon Winterfered: Point it in any direction and let it stream dmc: anybody seen porcelin Beet: Very thankful Tor_Hershman: Stream weaver shoes for the dead: and warm, Beet EWeston: You can go north or south in any direction ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:04 PM and FrenchFrankBaum waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. ||||||||| Rufus_T_Firetween steals in around 9:04 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident." General Dysfunction: can to canterberry Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “ANYTHYNGE YOU WANT TO” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=aywt-ln DJTween: Hi Frank Beet: Light, heat and internet. Real luxury DJTween: The liner notes I just posted are very cool Cat: i wonder if austin will reappear Principalpoop: indeed beet DJTween: love to have the lads visit on a regular basis, now that we've got a decent amount of people here Tor_Hershman: Playè General Dysfunction: mauser prophesy dmc: porcelin!? shoes for the dead: i haven't given this one a good listen so far Principalpoop: i prefer the indecent, but ok EWeston: She's been refired DJTween: Full Frontal Chat Cat: austin talked about this chat as being a radio show ||||||||| The TV flickers on, and Ralph Spoilsport appears: "How can you drive in two places at once when you don't have a genuine Ralph Spoilsport license plate frame? Get one for your car and one for the plate in your head!" Tor_Hershman: Atheists do IT in foxy holes EWeston: Code two rules? dmc: good advice hosers General Dysfunction: so many horses Principalpoop: I want a wallace beery voice for mine EWeston: Not enough ponies Cat: coldest feb 6 since records have been kept in vancouver shoes for the dead: same here, Cat DJTween: wow Cat Tor_Hershman: LOL Spoilsport plate General Dysfunction: yar Principalpoop: yar General Dysfunction: there's an echo in here ||||||||| It's 9:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Org! - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Tor_Hershman: Anyone see Bill Nye on the news this eve? EWeston: Yah scury scurvs Principalpoop: arghhh Tor_Hershman: It reminded me of Chamberlin gettin' back from Berlin EWeston: Did Bill explain magnets? shoes for the dead: dont sit on yer pipe, PP Rufus_T_Firetween: Is Nye doing the new Cosmos series? Principalpoop: c'est pas une pipe Tor_Hershman: I hope not Cat: wasnt bill on almost live, the seattle sketch comedy show? EWeston: Thank you shoes. Timely advise DJTween: lol EWeston: Yes Cat played a super hero FrenchFrankBaum: Testes, testes, one, two Principalpoop: he was on king of the nerds, this season Tor_Hershman: Not Nye De Grassé General Dysfunction: holyjunket home to phlegm! FrenchFrankBaum: Eatery things working so I think I'll play Stlouielou: pudding livered Principalpoop: eatery things? teeth and tongue? Cat: Neal The Grass Cassady EWeston: Give it to the dog shoes for the dead: Good, Cat ||||||||| Outside, the 9:13 PM uptown bus from North Carolina pulls away, leaving Cooper coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. FrenchFrankBaum: NPR posted an amazing story of "particle talk" throu time today, no doubt confirming that's esterdayi DJTween: Hi Cooper General Dysfunction: lay on sheets FrenchFrankBaum: That yesterday is still yesterday EWeston: No starch inna sheets! shoes for the dead: and break wind break Principalpoop: all my troubles seemed so far away, yesterday Stlouielou: today is only yesterdays tomorrow Cat: is the weather farting again? EWeston: It's because of the unions dmc: like porcelin, although i have some sheets Principalpoop: onions? Cooper: Yo, like minded seekers Tor_Hershman:http://torhershman.blogspot.com/ FrenchFrankBaum: The planet rotating and moving in space..at least the point of incidence of your troub FrenchFrankBaum: Les is distant, far away DJTween: I could spot that blog anywhere! FrenchFrankBaum: Mag for Poop there Principalpoop: sell us your kidneys EWeston: There he lies under the stained sheets. No happy no more General Dysfunction: fill thy winkling tiny cup Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “ANYTHYNGE YOU WANT TO” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=aywt-ln Tor_Hershman: No moor EWeston: A Mino? FrenchFrankBaum: Are you all listening simultaneously to the evenings play, and scribing a jazz sidebar to it in print? Tor_Hershman: Never moor, he raved Principalpoop: slippery withering heights dmc: at least till next week Cooper: I fear a wind is blowing up our aft. General Dysfunction: ghosts of goats Stlouielou: mama don't allow no jazz playin' round here Tor_Hershman: we don't care FrenchFrankBaum: MIGHTY MIT. Artificial intelligence online pal makes more sense EWeston: Jazz ghost? Principalpoop: How do you feel about that? Cooper: I'll spirits need to goad my spirits on! Cat: it's all right ma,i'm only bleeding chrysler products EWeston: With my appendage Tor_Hershman: Scat specTOR dmc: talk about an empty nest General Dysfunction: monk and moat crossed both thusly shoes for the dead: st, Mickey save me ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “ANYTHYNGE YOU WANT TO: Shakespeare’s Lost Comedie” - 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' Cat: thankfully, mitt is not mighty. ||||||||| Catherwood enters and asks "Is there anythynge you want? By that I mean Anythynge You Want To, Shakespeare's Lost paperback Comedie in pre-electronic book form!" Principalpoop: index, appendix, dix them all EWeston: And not getting it any way he can DJTween: As Catherwood points out folks, this play is now available in paperback from FST ||||||||| Catherwood rushes over to DJTween and asks "Do you have something for me to do?" DJTween: Catherwood, please give everyone something to eat ||||||||| Catherwood hands everyone something to eat. ||||||||| Captain Equinox flies in through the transom, landing on the bearskin rug. "Attention, solstice squad! After working a 12-hour day, I like to kick back and swill some juice out of a genuine Firesign coffee mug or Bear Whiz Beer stein!" Principalpoop: so, they wanted to be a paperback writer/ a dirty story of a dirty man EWeston: Fiefel mortaly Tor_Hershman: Now here's a comic http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KrCZPGRHHK8/Uuq_3_KO7cI/AAAAAAAAA3U/_3aOH5E4umU/s1600/Tor+hershman+wrecking+bat+2.png FrenchFrankBaum: You could recommend me to a genuine whiz bang voice talent hungry super agency wi Principalpoop: fie yourself FrenchFrankBaum: Catcher wood dmc: the feather kept sliding off the paper Cat: have you read Paperback Writer, pretend bio of beatles? General Dysfunction: fie is not allowed in this county Captain Equinox: the Queen EWeston: Some things you just can't do yourself FrenchFrankBaum: Autocorrect makes simple things so not simple Cat: Funniest book I've ever read, and I ||||||||| Catherwood leads Holeflaffer into the room, accepts a jar of pennies as a gratuity, grumbles something about 9:21 PM, then departs. Cat: spent my life time reading DJTween: Hi Holeflaffer Principalpoop: ball four, i chuckle thinking of it, though I can't remember one story late: are we not amused? EWeston: Hows that gas leak Art? Tor_Hershman: Catherwood, bring me a tollerflaut ||||||||| Catherwood gives Tor_Hershman a tollerflaut. General Dysfunction: derek is satisfied FrenchFrankBaum: Time for a commercial at 21 after. How about another green one about l?icenselates DJTween: we are fireheads Stlouielou: fie the ghost goat Principalpoop: often not, quite late Cat: heads, anyway dmc: it was windy Holeflaffer: Has anybody seen my scrypt? late: nice interlude EWeston: But there's the ghost goat depletion allowance DJTween: Catherwood, bring me a shorterflaut ||||||||| Catherwood hands DJTween a shorterflaut. Principalpoop: acte twoe General Dysfunction: ghost goats got scrypt EWeston: Another unatural one? ||||||||| "9:23 PM? 9:23 PM!!" says Catherwood, "kestrel74 should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as kestrel74 enters and sits in the comfy chair. DJTween: Hi kestrel Cat: lots of new folks tonight Principalpoop: caw caw, follow the snake shoes for the dead: tithe the tide kestrel74: yobozo Tor_Hershman: Catherwood, take away to remmerpharb ||||||||| Catherwood takes away to remmerpharb. FrenchFrankBaum: Sar-cophcophcoph- I guess DJTween: we seem to be missing a certain Dexter this evening General Dysfunction: ancient grease! ||||||||| 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 e_ seco gets out at 9:24 PM. DJTween: Hi seco EWeston: The Benghazi got him, choke ||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| MarkLeviton - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| More Sugar - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| dude - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| Winterfered - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Moojman - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Cat: ive always been pro secco Stlouielou: I always make my fies in ancient grease EWeston: You can't get good ancient greece. Not like when I was a young sprout General Dysfunction: all lost to old virginny dmc: that was kinda funny kestrel74: I cooked pancakes in ancient grease this morning ||||||||| Chick Lambert fades in and says: "I have no idea who this Friedstein Theatre is, but they 're honing in on my territory over at Duke of Madness Motors. Give 'em the what for, Storm!" "RUFF! RUFF!" EWeston: That's family heirloom grease Principalpoop: funny how? you think we are here to amuse you? General Dysfunction: heaving buthum dmc: no sir EWeston: Fie heel and toe Pooper! Principalpoop: i worry about you, might break under pressure Captain Equinox: fits like a thin french glove ||||||||| Catherwood tosses another cheese log on the fire and intones, "If you want to keep the cornstarch off your mukluks this season, buy a hoodie or a sweatshirt at the Firesign corner Cafepress store." Principalpoop: goodfella shoes for the dead: robes, Pierre Cat: danton and on anon General Dysfunction: hey nonny ebbs and flows Beet: wilt chamberlain be FrenchFrankBaum: It's beenartistic Principalpoop: rebound General Dysfunction: the full court presses me Cat: is today le trente huite cunegonda or what? FrenchFrankBaum: I must watch for the foreign athlete exhibit. Cat: i think i'll have the lobster thermidore, please EWeston: Soon to be postbeenartistic kestrel74: basket case ||||||||| Chick Lambert fades in and says: "I have no idea who this Friedstein Theatre is, but they 're honing in on my territory over at Duke of Madness Motors. Give 'em the what for, Storm!" "RUFF! RUFF!" shoes for the dead: has-beens FrenchFrankBaum: Try a lobster humidor. Excellent weather for smoking FrenchFrankBaum: Good night General Dysfunction: mobster herbivore for me dmc: i can get you some nice rooms in sochi Cat: I had a lobster thermidore at Principalpoop: don't use a bong for smoking fish, words of experience EWeston: Last time my burps were lobster flavored, for a month Cat: Andre's in Vegas recently. It was suprisingly ungood Stlouielou: too hard to light Principalpoop: and the bones Cat: Flavour may have occured, but hard to detect General Dysfunction: ah the bones EWeston: As hard as keeping a jelly fish on your fork? shoes for the dead: chef's spit, Cat kestrel74: Strawberry Jellyfish ? General Dysfunction: need jellyfish fork, rare but out there to be had dmc: that was a good one EWeston: Plasma flavored acoeding to the menu Stlouielou: Strwberry Jellfish...saw them back in 69 dmc: porcelin!!!! Stlouielou: groovy Principalpoop: next to the alarm clock EWeston: No Gefeltafish~ Principalpoop: who felt the fish? Stlouielou: Ghost Goats & Peppermints Cat: help peorgie make the bed] Principalpoop: it was somebody and the fish breeze: fwktfish sweedish fish whTS THE DIIF EWeston: The swinheards daughter dmc: it'll just get messed up again Cat: up is better than down Principalpoop: peppermint twist and shout EWeston: Dress down, dress up? General Dysfunction: my late friend ned good worms dmc: do the boogie woogie ||||||||| "Happy" Harry Cox pops in and say "I was right! Everything I knew WAS wrong! You CAN get "Profiles in Barbecue Sauce", chock full of meaty Firesign scripts!" EWeston: Or dressed out ||||||||| Mayor P'nisnose strides up to the podium and speaks: "My fellow Armenians, if you have questions about exorcism, buy the new book "EXORCISM IN YOUR DAILY LIFE", now on sale. Incidentally, so is my vote." Principalpoop: and shake your foot, thats what its all about shoes for the dead: dress under duress Principalpoop: ursila andress EWeston: Eureka! Pass me a bath towel ||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..." Cat: are them boogies still woogieing? shoes for the dead: the undress sisters Cat: ursulat k. dick kestrel74: eat it General Dysfunction: open house in hades, you'd be home by now Stlouielou: it's in him and it's got to come out kestrel74: eat it raw Principalpoop: work it out with a pencil EWeston: That's the spirits we have here Cat: both le guin and pk dick attended berkely high school. that may or may not mean anything Cat: ngt 2 favourite writers dmc: deteriation Principalpoop: and brian aldress? EWeston: He got a new one later Principalpoop: yesterday, or the day before? DJTween: Was just leafing through the book that comes with the Duke Of Madness Motors collection. There's a poster that reads, "The Firesign Theatre: The Only Rock Band In The World That Doesn't Need Music" DJTween: actually, when they do music, they do it really well ;) Cat: yes they did riff on that a lot in their early days, tween ||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Tor_Hershman - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| e_ seco - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... dmc: la-la-la EWeston: The day with the new address, otherwise I'm claiming up Stlouielou: Strawberry Jellfish needed music... Principalpoop: inagadadivida, i can name that song in 3 notes DJTween: speaking of riffing EWeston: So explain Winchester Cathedral Principalpoop: the world is your oyster, raw, baked or rockefeller? Cat: Jelly Seinfish walks into a deli.... Stlouielou: no soup for you Principalpoop: who the cake out in the rain anyway? dmc: 29 rockafeller EWeston: As long as they don't have an R in them Principalpoop: left, dammit General Dysfunction: friendship stac shoes for the dead: left it where? breeze: u dont know your right from your left EWeston: Mac Arthur Part, by the deli Principalpoop: oops the park, not the cathedral General Dysfunction: you're right dmc: still in deteention shoes for the dead: but i only have one Principalpoop: and it is macarthur, not winchester EWeston: No It was a Messerschmit Principalpoop: almost the same song ||||||||| Ralph Spoilsport drives in through the door and says "Buy a new or used T-shirt from the Firesign Theatre Cafepress store! Hurry before this sentence ends!" Stlouielou: Macbeth park dmc: cuff em DJTween: No Dex or E. Maybe NYC is in bad shape weather-wise? Principalpoop: messer is what? I know mr and mrs schmit EWeston: Alas pour Casy, I knew him, sorta Stlouielou: someone left the ghost goat in the rain Serottared: sigh....Teslacle's Deviant to Fudd's Law: It comes in, it must go out.. Serottared exits General Dysfunction: Mr. Mess. fine tuned that rifel Cat: No Elayne tonight? Principalpoop: he is no fun, he fell right over EWeston: It was a serial cat name they used. To avoid confusion ||||||||| "9:45 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Serottared, who then dashes out through the french doors and down through the flowerbeds. ||||||||| Outside, the 9:45 PM downtown bus from Oregon pulls away, leaving dude coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. dude: I got your Nancy ... Right here Catherwood ||||||||| Catherwood snubs dude Cat: better a dude than a dud Principalpoop: hazar EWeston: They both come from the land of Earl Cat: do these visitors actually have some reason for showing up? dmc: detention EWeston: Government inflicted stimulation Principalpoop: lost, looking for fainting room, pics of girls who fell asleep ||||||||| "Happy" Harry Cox pops in and say "I was right! Everything I knew WAS wrong! You CAN get "Profiles in Barbecue Sauce", chock full of meaty Firesign scripts!" General Dysfunction: so many in the fainting room Stlouielou: it smells funny over there too Beet: Or faint here in the waiting room Cat: maybe they're dreaming of you, poop EWeston: Thanks to heavy industry Principalpoop: retention Stlouielou: it smells like uncle lou's jacket shoes for the dead: sour kraut Cat: Wolfman Jacket, made from real wolf dmc: aunt betty's skirt Stlouielou: skunks EWeston: Last weeks laundry Principalpoop: fulle metal jacket by tinman manufacturing Cat: how's it going, poop? Beet: Hello NSA guy Principalpoop: hanging in there,barely, and you? EWeston: Bags by Bagger's of Beverly Hills Cat: couldn't be better, principal dmc: that reminds me Principalpoop: cool, except the cold, I know you don't like that.. General Dysfunction: don't beet that dead hoarse DJTween: except for being frozen solid, right Cat? ||||||||| At 9:52 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, breeze!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on... ||||||||| aikidean enters at 9:52 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Hat Pack Annex. Principalpoop: a new mind, wow dmc Cat: nah, it doesnt stay cold Principalpoop: all things must pass, ok ok Cat: halibut fish and chip piece was so good, it has reoriented my life dmc: refi everyday General Dysfunction: diverginating fingerling EWeston: Tricky dish to bring flavor to Principalpoop: re-fie, everyday? omy shoes for the dead: the fish too shall pass 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 dmc: ahead of the next curve Stlouielou: Tricky Dish was our worst president EWeston: Till embolism do us has General Dysfunction: schickelgruber right outside ||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| kestrel74 - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... EWeston: No I'm a designated drunk driver Principalpoop: oh babylon ||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!" General Dysfunction: flat scruggs Beet: Dead as Vaudeville ||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 9:56 PM, dragging Nabby by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yo-yo?" shoes for the dead: nip him like a glas of bud DJTween: Bill Sprawl has anticipated me DJTween: Hi Nabby Nabby: Jello shoes for the dead: Nabby! Nabby: Cheers Tween Beet: Hey, Nab Nabby: Hey Shoes EWeston: Any lime flavored left? Nabby: Almost heard the play Cat: nab Nabby: Hiho Beet Nabby: Yo Cat General Dysfunction: koolaid's in the back dmc: well, as porcelin often says to me, chow Stlouielou: Rick shakespere DJTween: 'missed it by _that_ much...' Principalpoop: run dmc Cat: your toilet speaks italian? EWeston: Dick to his friends ||||||||| "Hey dmc!" ... dmc turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 9:58 PM, I don't have to go yet!"... Cat: ah, the great tween voice Beet: Dick only to friends Cat: if he's a dick to his friends, what is he to his enemies? General Dysfunction: mr dick Beet: Dick both ways ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. EWeston: A loud and inventive voice Principalpoop: i saw that video Nabby: Deploy the motherlode EWeston: Motherload swinging and open baby ||||||||| Catherwood enters and asks "Is there anythynge you want? By that I mean Anythynge You Want To, Shakespeare's Lost paperback Comedie in pre-electronic book form!" shoes for the dead: Jame's joys ||||||||| Chick Lambert fades in and says: "I have no idea who this Friedstein Theatre is, but they 're honing in on my territory over at Duke of Madness Motors. Give 'em the what for, Storm!" "RUFF! RUFF!" Rufus_T_Firetween: ** New Firesign book “MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH” now available at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/firesale/firesale.php?books General Dysfunction: jeez shoes for the dead: Chi's ||||||||| Outside, the 10:01 PM downtown bus from California pulls away, leaving SidFudd coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. DJTween: Hi Sid SidFudd: Moldy peas Cat: hi fudd Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about 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 ||||||||| SidFudd dashes out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's SidFudd?! It's 10:02 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!" Principalpoop: peas porridge hot ||||||||| Catherwood enters with SidFudd close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 10:02 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the vestibule. EWeston: If you don't sirl them, that happens General Dysfunction: prizewinning poem Cat: by fudd EWeston: By golly shoes for the dead: buy gollie General Dysfunction: thank you boys, please give Principalpoop: we need more *oem words, boem, coem, doem, toem, loem EWeston: I've given up on those gorilla collie mixes General Dysfunction: cinco cinco DJTween: lol EW Principalpoop: floato floato Nabby: afk but back General Dysfunction: gorollies Principalpoop: wb n EWeston: Shedding??? Words fail DJTween: Chairman Mouse LOL Nabby: ty ppoop Principalpoop: 812 General Dysfunction: chairman mause Nabby: echo Cat: what are all these nazis doing here? EWeston: ontouthur EWeston: The funky chicken General Dysfunction: kept repeating ing DJTween: not zzzs? Principalpoop: i thought it was the frug Nabby: bloop bleep EWeston: I'll repeat that, for those of you, on drugs Nabby: The funky frug EWeston: Watusie was my second guess Principalpoop: anybody still frug? shoes for the dead: only Germans General Dysfunction: anybody dig the methane Stlouielou: every chance I get EWeston: Not without a spotter ||||||||| The TV flickers on, and Ralph Spoilsport appears: "How can you drive in two places at once when you don't have a genuine Ralph Spoilsport license plate frame? Get one for your car and one for the plate in your head!" Principalpoop: fruggingmeisters Nabby: Last of the beans.... Cat: orson? General Dysfunction: I lose all the time on those slow moving planets Principalpoop: Lima? SidFudd: Did anyone buy and enjoy the Laugh.com "Eat or Be Eaten" CD? It's worth it for the dung shoes for the dead: back in history when ||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| FrenchFrankBaum - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Holeflaffer - dead from The Plague ||||||||| aikidean - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... EWeston: Beano Ben Beaner shoes for the dead: utom was a planet shoes for the dead: Pluto Nabby: Magnetic dogs at the gates of the temple Principalpoop: that was a song by the strawberry jellfish DJTween: some long spaces between the skits on this show EWeston: One is named Spot Stlouielou: wasn't that a song by RUSH? General Dysfunction: i can take it Principalpoop: limbraugh sings? Nabby: I believe so SLL EWeston: It should been Lou DJTween: They were covering the jellyfish SidFudd: I tried to spice up the EOBE liner notes with enough references to possible upcoming reissue projects that everyone would be foaming at the mouth over the possibility of an EOBE game EWeston: Till the forks came by UBS Cat: oh fudd, you;'re taylor? SidFudd: "My Rocinante sailed by night on her final flight" DJTween: There really could have been an EOBE game Principalpoop: oh it is nancy Nabby: Indeed Tween General Dysfunction: a brazilian dream song Cat: is an eobe game possible, taylor? SidFudd: That is correct, it could maybe possibly be a game. Austin saved a file box of notes. I went through them and dug up lots of goodies SidFudd: ...including a complete game map Cat: wow Principalpoop: flash version now, mmfastug? DJTween: kewl, Sid :) shoes for the dead: and old roaches too i bet, Sid DJTween: lol shoes General Dysfunction: i'm transported' Principalpoop: mescaline is in the freezer Nabby: old roaches ne'er die Stlouielou: I never met a old roach I didn't like Cat: its like peter coming back from the dead to promote a game General Dysfunction: dark side of pluto Cat: he always was kinda gamey SidFudd: I had lunch with Bruce Litz last month, and he's going to scour his archive for primary materials Principalpoop: k3wL Cat: firfesign really found the right guy when they found you, taylor General Dysfunction: oh let himsing SidFudd: Gracias, Cat. Nabby: 3 cheers for taylor J Principalpoop: hip hip Beet: Hip hip SidFudd: Litz and Austin also have lots of archival material from "Down Under Danger" EWeston: Hokay! ||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!" shoes for the dead: hippie Principalpoop: hoorah SidFudd: ...which I know nothing about ||||||||| Catherwood tosses another cheese log on the fire and intones, "If you want to keep the cornstarch off your mukluks this season, buy a hoodie or a sweatshirt at the Firesign corner Cafepress store." Nabby: lol Beet: missed it by that much SidFudd: ...but that needs to be a thing, too Principalpoop: dance the hoorah ||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and Elayne gets out at 10:16 PM. SidFudd: "Choose-Your-Own-Adventure" meets "I Spell My Name The Way It's Spelled" Elayne: Evenin' all! Sorry I'm late, busy day and I'm in a bit of pain. EWeston: That's George shoes for the dead: a goat cannot scapegoat Principalpoop: there is E, we have not lost new york Beet: Hi, E Cat: Wow it's El EWeston: Is Elayne yow! shoes for the dead: hi E Nabby: Evening E SidFudd: Hiya El General Dysfunction: yay E Elayne: Wow, what a lovely greeting! Thanks all! ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "10:18 PM and late as usual, it's Porgy, just back from California." General Dysfunction: learning is the shortcut to inner insolence Nabby: kerchoo Principalpoop: learning is the shortcut to insolence EWeston: Some temp pain one hopes Elayne: Certainly helps ease the pain Principalpoop: gesundheight nabby General Dysfunction: there's that echo again SidFudd: HI ELAYNE! BEFORE THIS EVENING'S CHAT, WE'LL NEED YOU TO LIFT THIS REFRIGERATOR! SidFudd: Sorry, that was the WRONG greeting Elayne: A bunch of us at the office are moving from one floor to another, EWeston, and today was the day I did the majority of packin for my boss. He's a hoarder so it wasn't easy. I'm up to 10 crates of stuff plus around a half dozen boxes. SidFudd: take it easy, Elayne Elayne: Sid, I feel like I've already lifted a bunch of fridges. :) EWeston: Lyreing is the shortcut to Major Harping Nabby: oofda Elayne: Did about 90% of the packing today, so tomorrow will be easy then I can rest over the weekend, give or take digging my car out of the snow and ice. General Dysfunction: lose 5 of the 10 boxes and be innocent SidFudd: A quick survey: How many of you have read The Apocalypse Papers? EWeston: Lowerback pain then, yah take easy and soak it Elayne: Our driveway is actually a road, and NYC Sanitation has neither plowed nor salted after the storm yesterday morning. So it's a sheet of uneven ice ||||||||| "Happy" Harry Cox pops in and say "I was right! Everything I knew WAS wrong! You CAN get "Profiles in Barbecue Sauce", chock full of meaty Firesign scripts!" Principalpoop: i don't recall, is that where he said kill them all? EWeston: My feet are twitching at that image Stlouielou: uneven ice...now THAT was a great group! Nabby: gosh no Sid Cat: El, i spent last couple of days hanging out with Vancouver's sustainable seafood guy, had best halibut of my life this aft Cat: my book project Much closer to exisiting. Nabby:http://www.amazon.com/The-Apocalypse-Papers-Firesign-Theatre/dp/B00DPOF1UM General Dysfunction: dark night and wingtips in dawning night shoes for the dead: they were bad live tho... Stlouielou: uneven at best Elayne: Sounds exciting, Cat! EWeston: A bedder dead group? shoes for the dead: exit nine sign General Dysfunction: under the sign that said 99, trout leapng in the morning Cat: do know of the Beehive Design Collective, El? Cat: I just turned Kalle on to them this week. amazing use of imagery for poliitcal purposes SidFudd: Yeek - nobody should buy The Apocalypse Papers in that condition for $263.99. shoes for the dead: strict nine General Dysfunction: so many short runs Elayne: No Cat, never heard of them. Looking them up now. :) ||||||||| Mayor P'nisnose strides up to the podium and speaks: "My fellow Armenians, if you have questions about exorcism, buy the new book "EXORCISM IN YOUR DAILY LIFE", now on sale. Incidentally, so is my vote." Nabby: amazing huh sid Cat: taylor, check out Beehive Design Collective General Dysfunction: what in the world can a poor honky do ||||||||| The TV flickers on, and Ralph Spoilsport appears: "How can you drive in two places at once when you don't have a genuine Ralph Spoilsport license plate frame? Get one for your car and one for the plate in your head!" ||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Cooper - dead from the common cold ||||||||| Captain Equinox - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Elayne: They look very hippie-like, Cat. Cat: and the time was right again Elayne: Not sure if that's good or not Cat: kinda, el, but very skilled Cat: using image for teaching purposes. i like that idea ||||||||| 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' General Dysfunction: unhappy oak, in beeljeum Nabby:http://beehivecollective.org/en/ DJTween: "Completely free as a lifetime ball-point pen" Cat: the firesign are realy really smart hippies, as the identified themselves in one of these shows shoes for the dead: RFR is good stuff!! General Dysfunction: there is no saying goodbye, dear friends DJTween: Hope some of you can make it to RFR on Sunday afternoons :) Cat: ossman as poem, they take sound where our brain calls us to go Nabby: Will do EWeston: But the exist's easy monthly payments Nabby: Great set Tween General Dysfunction: yes cat Stlouielou: rockin' the love and the cheese Beet: This was fun. Thanks, Tween. Nite all. SidFudd: Radio Free Roz? Cat: thanks again, tween Nabby: Ty Beet & Merl! EWeston: See yah Beet Nabby: Yepsk fun stuff shoes for the dead: Park it and Lock It!!! bye Nabby: Nytol! DJTween: Much fun :) General Dysfunction: loved it once again, thank you much EWeston: Evening siderial, or other wise ||||||||| EWeston rushes off, saying "10:30 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?" ||||||||| "Hey General Dysfunction!" ... General Dysfunction turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 10:31 PM, I don't have to go yet!"... ||||||||| At 10:31 PM, Mudhead vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted! ||||||||| Rufus_T_Firetween scurries out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Rufus_T_Firetween?! It's 10:31 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!" DJTween: Until last time, again... ||||||||| "10:32 PM? I'm late!" exclaims DJTween, who then hurries out through the french doors and down through the flowerbeds. Cat: we flee Principalpoop: night all ||||||||| At 10:32 PM, Cat vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted! Principalpoop: gosh, walking the dog and the place went silent ||||||||| "Hey Principalpoop!" ... Principalpoop turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 10:32 PM, I don't have to go yet!"... ||||||||| Merlyn runs out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Merlyn?! It's 10:33 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!" ||||||||| At 10:35 PM, Elayne vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted! SidFudd: welp - I gotta go slow down all atomic movement in my area. This universe won't reach heat-death by itself you know. Toodles ||||||||| SidFudd says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, SidFudd exits at 10:37 PM. ||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Nabby - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| Beet - dead from The Plague ||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Stlouielou - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Porgy - dead from measles ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| 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 common cold ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| It's 11:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| dude - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 2:48 AM and RedPillTweeny waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 3 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| It's 3:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| RedPillTweeny - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| 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
breeze
Captain Equinox
Cat
Cooper
DJTween
dmc
dude
Elayne
EWeston
FrenchFrankBaum
General Dysfunction
Holeflaffer
kestrel74
late
MarkLeviton
Merlyn
Mudhead
Nabby
Org!
Principalpoop
Rufus_T_Firetween
Serottared
shoes for the dead
SidFudd
Stlouielou
The Senator
Tor_Hershman
Winterfered
