||||||||| 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 March 13, 2014 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule... ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "10:04 AM and late as usual, it's Bubba's Brain, just back from Elmertown." ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "10:11 AM and late as usual, it's jazz chat, just back from Hellmouth." ||||||||| It's 10:25 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| jazz chat - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Bubba's Brain - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'Bubba's Brain', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 10:34 AM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room... ||||||||| It's 10:55 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Bubba's Brain - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 3:25 PM, dragging MudFlanders by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this idiot?" ||||||||| It's 3:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| MudFlanders - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and intones "Announcing 'DJTween', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 4:20 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule... ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 5 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 6 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Melanie Haber into the room, accepts an I.O.U. as a gratuity, mutters something about 6:11 PM, then departs. ||||||||| It's 6:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Melanie Haber - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 6:47 PM and Mudhead waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 7 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| "Hey Mudhead!" ... Mudhead turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 7:30 PM, I don't have to go yet!"... ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 7:30 PM, dragging Mudhead by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Firehead?" ||||||||| Mudhead leaves to catch the 7:41 PM train to Connecticut. ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 8 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| 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 **' ||||||||| Catherwood ushers Rufus_T_Firetween into the room, accepts a wooden nickel as a gratuity, mumbles something about 8:09 PM, then departs. ||||||||| 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 - you can join the streams now (no audio yet - just a chance for everybody to get connected) 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)' ||||||||| Mudhead enters at 8:38 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and dashes off to the Hat Pack Annex. ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - Warm Up Music (Jimi Hendrix) - listen to the stream at 128k at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k for dial-up users at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u (streaming server graciously provided by Radio Free Dishnuts - www.dishnuts.net)' DJTween: wb Mudhead DJTween: didn't know you were going to show up, so I didn't cue the Poco Mudhead: np DJTween: Maybe will play it for you during the break Mudhead: np Mudhead: i took a lil nap ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 8:43 PM, dragging wall of science by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Yahoo ™?" DJTween: Hi Wall wall of science: howdy, nice jimi tonight DJTween: Some of my favorites :) wall of science: solid DJTween: They had a free Jimi tribute concert is Austin today, but I wasn't able to attend ||||||||| Catherwood leads Hubcity in through the front door at 8:46 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. wall of science: i saw various folks doing a national tour for jimi tribute, but didn't go - dweezil zappa and others DJTween: Hi Hubcity DJTween: wow, that would have been cool Hubcity: Oh dear. Thursday again. Making radio again. Firesign chat...again. DJTween: How Time Flys Hubcity: How else would it lay its eggs in the air? wall of science: leprechaun scam again? Rufus_T_Firetween: ** NEW 24/7 FIRESIGN THEATRE RADIO STATION!! ** https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/index.php DJTween: Now you can listen all the time :) wall of science: the machine that we built would never save us wall of science: it's impossible for men to live and breathe under water Hubcity: Already could. Technology, y'see. wall of science: anyway, you know good and well it would be beyond the will of god DJTween: and the grace of the king Hubcity: Did my part to fight the good fight today... ||||||||| 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." ||||||||| Catherwood ushers Captain Equinox into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 8:51 PM, then departs. Captain Equinox: Hiya, Kiddos! ||||||||| "8:51 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Mudhead, who then rushes out through the french doors and down through the garden. Hubcity: ...in a Far thread titled "Morehouse College is under endowed", I had to comment, "That's nothing...Morse Science High - it's disappeared!" DJTween: Hi Captain wall of science: howdy ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:51 PM and Mudhead sashays out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. Hubcity: (Far = Fark) ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:52 PM and EWeston steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. Captain Equinox: Hi Kurt and wos DJTween: Good for you, Hubcity ;) ||||||||| 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!" DJTween: Hi EW Captain Equinox: What're we listening to? Hubcity: Holy mudhead, Mackerel! DJTween: check out the banner :) wall of science: electric ladyland, side 2 EWeston: Via the small animal administration, hey Tweeny and yer friends DJTween: It's from Electric Ladyland DJTween: what WOS said Captain Equinox: Nice! DJTween: Yeah, come of my favorite Jimi DJTween: *some of wall of science: it's hendrix man, just enjoy without the mind-altering chemicals ||||||||| Catherwood walks up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'Dexter Fong', just granted probation at 8:53 PM", then leaves hurriedly. DJTween: I shouldn't have taken that tab of acid? DJTween: Hey Dexter Hubcity: Not the whole tab! Maybe just a few spacebars. Hubcity: (A joke for the typists among us.) Dexter Fong: Hiya Tweeny ||||||||| 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." wall of science: i'm not sure i could handle hendrix on acid EWeston: The Dex is in wall of science: howdy EWeston: Howdie do what? DJTween: ha ha ha, that's a great joke... Dexter Fong: And a warm Fire evening to CE, EW, Hub, Muddie, Wally, and especialy *you* Rufus EWeston: Anyone for hide the house keeper? Rufus_T_Firetween: Hiya Dexter Dexter Fong: Any *messages* for us, Rufus....you know, the kind of "makes you wanna order right away type"? Dexter Fong: Get down Rufus_T_Firetween: Merlyn's new bot has pretty much made me obsolete :( ||||||||| 8:58 PM: lily jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!" Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the story behind “SHOES FOR INDUSTRY: THE BEST OF THE FIRESIGN THEATRE” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=sfi-ln EWeston: Party vertical DJTween: Hi lily Dexter Fong: Hi lily ||||||||| Catherwood walks up and pipes up "Presenting 'Merlyn', just granted probation at 8:58 PM", then leaves hurriedly. Dexter Fong: Hi low DJTween: Speaking of the devil... Hey Merl ||||||||| Catherwood escorts Cat in through the front door at 8:59 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. Dexter Fong: Hey Merlyn..why did you obsolete Rufus? Cat: Hi all EWeston: Meryl's just an aprentice debil DJTween: Hi Cat ||||||||| Catherwood enters with Beet close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 8:59 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the Aviary. Dexter Fong: Hey Cat Beet: Good Morning, Good Afternoon, and Good Evening ||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, March 13, 2014 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!" EWeston: Katz Dexter Fong: Hi Beet Cat: Time was brought to you by.... EWeston: All the suspects are arriving. Hi NSA! ||||||||| 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 st slade falls out at 9:00 PM. ||||||||| Moose enters at 9:01 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Chapeau Manger. Dexter Fong: "st"? hmmm is that Saint or Street? Beet: Hi EW Cat, Dex st slade: saint ||||||||| Mr. Bark Bark steps in at 9:01 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. Dexter Fong: Ruff Ruff wall of science: big bro be watchin yo ass? ||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 9:02 PM, dragging cooper by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Firehead?" ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "9:02 PM and late as usual, it's Mr Blue, just back from Massillon." Cat: slade street? is that near police street? Cat: hey. cooper's here. now we can make beer Beet: I get very excitited when I hear about the upcoming releases st slade: just around the corner Dexter Fong: And we can put it in barrels too ||||||||| Catherwood enters with shoes for the dead close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 9:02 PM tree-stunting plans, and scurries off to the vestibule. EWeston: Butt fixation by the authorities? I'm shocked, shocked I tell you wall of science: no man 192/24 is where it's at Dexter Fong: Hi shoes Beet: Hi Shoes ||||||||| Catherwood walks up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'dude', just granted probation at 9:03 PM", then leaves hurriedly. Dexter Fong: and cooper and MB shoes for the dead: Hiya Keeeedos Cat: molson's blue is one of the worst beers in canada, and there's stiff competition ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “SHOES FOR INDUSTRY” - 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/fithbeoffith.html' Dexter Fong: Dudeeeee.... Moose: We're bringing the war back home? EWeston: Shoes for industry compadre Cat: on the other throat, molson's brador is one of the best. only in quebec, alas ||||||||| "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!" Cat: where it ought to have been before? Dexter Fong: Moose: the one thing we can't outsource ||||||||| squeeze_the_wheeze enters at 9:04 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Chapeau Manger. DJTween: lol Dex squeeze_the_wheeze: hi ya'l Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the story behind “SHOES FOR INDUSTRY: THE BEST OF THE FIRESIGN THEATRE” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=sfi-ln DJTween: Hi squeeze Dexter Fong: You go Rufus!!! Cat: old y'aller, the dog of the south ||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!" shoes for the dead: sounds bad in your town Tween ||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 9:06 PM, dragging Worker by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Yahoo ™?" EWeston: Oh help, its the police DJTween: Hi worker
Dexter Fong thinks Bebop would use the term *hip cats* not *hep cats*...that's so 1940's Worker: Compadre! EWeston: Si Everado Dexter Fong: Welcome worker, please log in using your correct password protocal Cat: hid people say "hip" in the 40s, dex? DJTween: Yeah shoes, bad accident last night apparently DJTween: and it may not have been an accident shoes for the dead: drunken asshole Worker: Ahem. This is Worker speaking. ||||||||| Bambi enters at 9:08 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and hurries off to the Chapeau Manger. EWeston: The yeast of us Bambi: howdy folks :-) Cat: hi bambi Dexter Fong: Cat: No, they used the word *hep* on the 40's..it wasn't until the 50's that the *hip* replacement happened ||||||||| 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: Bam be DJTween: the town is teeming with people here for the South By Southwest Festifal, and some drunken nut ran a sobriety checkpoint and plowed into a crowd of people. Two dead so far shoes for the dead: allways gets a rise , EW DJTween: Hey Bambi Bambi: hey there Merlin Bambi: hey Tween Mr. Bark Bark: Dead humans of Austin... DJTween: *Festival EWeston: I had some concerns shoes ||||||||| 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!" Merlyn: hey Bambi: are you EWeston too Merl? Dexter Fong: nony nony? Bambi: hey Dex EWeston: Seen some headlines on that Tweeny. Alcohol is as safe as which drugs? Hubcity: Eh, Tween, didn't realize you're in Austin. Horrible news. The festival can't be stopped, but damn. DJTween: Wouldn't surprise me if someone had named a local band that, Bark Dexter Fong: Hi Bambi DJTween: Heard that EW Moose: Didn't mean to be rude -- hi everybody! DJTween: Hi Moose Bambi: hey Cat, Rufus, and everyone wall of science: **** the bees and spiders EWeston: Possibly concurrent incarnations, but I've never met da man Mudhead: Hi Moose, everybody! Bambi: Hi Moose Dexter Fong: wb Muddie
Moose ) EWeston: Were Squirrel? ||||||||| 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!" shoes for the dead: JEEUM Worker: HI, Springhead! Beet: Hey Tween, are you a festival go-er kind of guy? Bambi: hey Mudhead ... there you are Cat: hi mud ||||||||| 9:12 PM: more sugar jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past year and a half!" Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the story behind “SHOES FOR INDUSTRY: THE BEST OF THE FIRESIGN THEATRE” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=sfi-ln Moose: I'm not that kinda moose Mudhead: Hello worker DJTween: Hi MS shoes for the dead: are you a mousse moose? Moose: No, I'm a grumpy moose EWeston: Minny or micky moose? wall of science: uh oh Worker: Close B Close mode. ||||||||| Porgy steps in at 9:14 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. Moose: Melancholy moose, meditation moose ||||||||| 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!" Rufus_T_Firetween: This really is a must-have compilation folks. It's also a great gift for your friends and relatives as an introduction to Firesign ||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 9:14 PM, dragging Principalpoop by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this idiot?" wall of science: he's going to break him, no no no DJTween: Hi Porgy DJTween: Hey P shoes for the dead: I read gypsy, Dr. Cat: hi poop Dexter Fong: Hey poop Mr. Bark Bark: Moose, Moose, just open up your cells, and let go! DJTween: Elayne said on FB that she'd try to show up EWeston: Yow Pooper Captain Equinox: Say to Siri: This is Worker speaking, Hello. Principalpoop: kahunah bananah wall of science: somebody stop him dammit shoes for the dead: hey Pop Porgy: Hi DJTween Worker: Why does the porridge bird lay his egg in the air? Principalpoop: read mac nam EWeston: Who had the dammit last? Mr. Bark Bark: Excuse me/Don't excuse me, ah, Clem... Dexter Fong: Worker: Because he's a flying marsupial Cat: his egg? Porgy: Ah, I see you are a sailor shoes for the dead: it's in the shop, EW Principalpoop: a sprout from Indiana wall of science: it's all messed up, damn EWeston: Flying under false colors eh? Worker: He's weird with a beard. Bambi: he broke the president... Bambi: deputy dan has no friends.. EWeston: The state of the dammit depreshiation allowance in this country makes me forgettful shoes for the dead: precedent ||||||||| elpoptart enters at 9:17 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and dashes off to the Chapeau Manger. Beet: When I was listening to Bozos I actually was a sailor and weird with a beard shoes for the dead: What? Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the story behind “SHOES FOR INDUSTRY: THE BEST OF THE FIRESIGN THEATRE” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=sfi-ln DJTween: Hi Poptart EWeston: Me to Beet in 73 Naval aircrew ||||||||| 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." elpoptart: one of my favorite sketches here lol Principalpoop: then get the story behind the story by asking somebody here Worker: With the Gene Kelly uniform and everything? Cat: true enough, beet DJTween: It's a good one :) shoes for the dead: hey LP Beet: Air Traffic Controller Cat: you enter firesign world elpoptart: yo ||||||||| 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: long playing tart ||||||||| "9:18 PM? 9:18 PM!!" says Catherwood, "doc hackenbush should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as doc hackenbush enters and sits on the divan.
DJTween guesses this is not excellent translation of the Spanish language ;) DJTween: Hi doc H doc hackenbush: Back at ya EWeston: Try to make it to the tree line. Heh heh heh DJTween: (love that Marx character) Principalpoop: quacken Porgy: Wall of Meth Dexter Fong: Aflac!! elpoptart: as a mexican poptart it sounded pretty good to me Principalpoop: secure the perimeter EWeston: Surround the center Bambi: Aflac ... just ducky ;-) Dexter Fong: poptart = taco del publo Dexter Fong: pueblo EWeston: A duck in name only Dexter Fong: but a logo for ever Porgy: A ducj by any other name would still quack as sweet. ||||||||| 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!" Mudhead: im fading, g'nite all EWeston: I'll have the Chinese taco ||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!" ||||||||| At 9:21 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Mudhead!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on... Mr. Bark Bark: G'night Mudhead DJTween: rest well, Muddy Bambi: true true EW Moose: Me, too, Mudhead. Goodnight all. Principalpoop: the new peanut butter poptart is a super idea, and tastes awful, grrrrr Dexter Fong: Jeeze muddie, sleep later and stay up later EWeston: Bye Muddyhead ||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..." Mr. Bark Bark: The Moose is loose. Cat: by mud shoes for the dead: amd be just as tasty, Principalpoop: ciao mud EWeston: See yah Moose DJTween: bye Moose Beet: See Ya Mud. Don't faid out too far there Principalpoop: moose too? moose yell Dexter Fong: ;wonders when all these farmers started dropping by firechat Principalpoop: what does a moose say? shoes for the dead: deadle aji no moto EWeston: Quick, the Moose call Derwight! Principalpoop: nine spaken el spansk ||||||||| 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!" DJTween: Is that a Dice Clay reference, Dex? EWeston: Its ok their speaking Chinese, with a Mandarin accent Worker: I told you so... DJTween: 'Everything between NYC and L.A. is farmers' Dexter Fong: Tween: No, it's a reference to people dropping out because they're tired at 9:23 in the evening (edt) Bambi: wow, haven't seen Andrew Dice Clay in a very long time DJTween: Ah, OK Mr. Bark Bark: Didn't he just do a movie? Mr. Bark Bark: Blue Jasmin? DJTween: dunno, haven't heard about it Dexter Fong: Bark: Yes, the last Woody Allen movie lily: Clay mation? Principalpoop: jitterbug jasmine by wolfe wolfe Mr. Bark Bark: He'll only ruin his reputation, with those Hollywood directors... Dexter Fong: lol Bambi: haven't seen it Mr. BB ||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| more sugar - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| Mr Blue - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Worker: Anything-a you want toooooooo! shoes for the dead: this is a good vid Rufus_T_Firetween: Right you are - http://www.imdb.com/title/tt2334873/fullcredits?ref_=tt_ov_st_sm Rufus_T_Firetween: a Woody Allen movie, no less Porgy: Gorganzola the Cheese Monster EWeston: Here I was thinking of something with the care bears Dexter Fong: Rufus: Glad to see you're finding other things to do now that Merlyn's excessed you Bambi: The Money Pit? Rufus_T_Firetween: in answer, Dex - ** Read the story behind “SHOES FOR INDUSTRY: THE BEST OF THE FIRESIGN THEATRE” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=sfi-ln Rufus_T_Firetween: :) Bambi: the Care Bears were in that ... at least according to Tom Hanks character... EWeston: For the whole family NL's Care Bear Vacation Principalpoop: avocado and peach and arm Rufus_T_Firetween: I still have my little parts to play ;) Cat: austin has a great story, The Money Hat
Dexter Fong doesn't wish to hear about Rufus' *little parts* Mr. Bark Bark: It's just this little chromium switch... Bambi: This is worker speaking. ... ||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?" DJTween: lol EWeston: I was afraid to ask about that Principalpoop: This is speaker working Worker: Wait, what?... shoes for the dead: (shift) Mr. Bark Bark: Where do you go when you're towed away??? Dexter Fong: EW: The switch or Rufus' little parts Principalpoop: toad away EWeston: This is work on a coffee brake Bambi: hey Princep Principalpoop: hello sweet deer Mr. Bark Bark: Squeak dear. Principalpoop: i did not know if you were you, or not EWeston: I ain't fraid o no Chromium. Don't ask me about owls, or crickets Bambi: Unhappy: MkNam Principalpoop: read mac manual Worker: You are all soooo superstitious. Bambi: unhappy macnam shoes for the dead: a victen of multiple identity shoes for the dead: M Porgy: Wise ass the dumb bozo *honk* EWeston: MMMMmmmmm? Mr. Bark Bark: Honk honi! Principalpoop: macrima and macaroni Bambi: I know princep I know... Dexter Fong: and macrame Bambi: hard to know these days Principalpoop: with an E? neither looked right, but ok fong ||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!" Mr. Bark Bark: Show her up, Mrs. Hudson! EWeston: Iknows I knows, but Worker: THey'll eat it up. old bean! Principalpoop: How can we be sure? How can we tell? Porgy: Mr. Stones'll see ya now, ya cheap whoore. That'll show her up DJTween: Hard to tell the ACs from the DCs these days, eh Bambi? EWeston: Do we have time for these questions. Inthis time of great dexterity Bambi: what's in a name, eh? shoes for the dead: eats nectrocity Worker: What am I, a second-story man? Principalpoop: call me rose, and not late for dinner Bambi: a word by any other name would smell as smell as sweet... EWeston: Death flows, and your love grows Bambi: I need to lay down ... been working at this desk all day and need to get horizontal lily: annd nobdy knows but me Bambi: great as always Tween! Cat: thanks for dropping by, bambi Worker: Shuffled off to Buffalo. EWeston: Buh bye Bambizie Principalpoop: ahh sleep, snooze ||||||||| Porgy rushes out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Porgy?! It's 9:35 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!" Bambi: great to see you all! shoes for the dead: goonrot Principalpoop: say hi to whosits, ohhh, ahhhh, clem ||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!" Dexter Fong: Night Bambi DJTween: Thanks Bambi, great to see ya :) shoes for the dead: St. Mensus Principalpoop: I am used to ducking bullets as you are to ducking billets ||||||||| 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 ''Bob'' falls out at 9:36 PM. Worker: Magnausium. DJTween: Hello Bob ||||||||| ''Bob'' is thrown out the window just as the clock strikes 9:37 PM. EWeston: Watch out for the rubber spiders : Hiya! ||||||||| Catherwood leads ''Bob'' in through the front door at 9:37 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. Principalpoop: thats my muff EWeston: Is Bob having an existencial criss's ||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'henrycow', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:38 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule... Beet: Hi Bob ''Bob'': You're telling me! Principalpoop: bob in quotes shoes for the dead: Nicht Correctite!! EWeston: You kin tell he's real, not vitual DJTween: Hello Henry ''Bob'': Turns out that button over there on the right is marked E X I T. Principalpoop: henrycow, are you of the boxford cows? Mr. Bark Bark: No, don't go in there! Cat: wuzreal? EWeston: A clever trap shoes for the dead: seems to work, Bob ||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Moose - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Beet: curs of India henrycow: sorry no, I am of the RIO Cows Mr. Bark Bark: Show her a Canadian sunset! ''Bob'': This way to the egress... Principalpoop: Radio 10? is that in cleveland? EWeston: This way to the egret ''Bob'': I feel like a birdbrain. ||||||||| Catherwood walks up and intones "Presenting 'Nabby', just granted probation at 9:41 PM", then leaves hurriedly. wall of science: damned comet Mr. Bark Bark: Darling Nabby! Nabby: Greets! Principalpoop: moi, je have pas les egrets DJTween: Hi Nabby Cat: hi nab b. EWeston: Metaphysicaly absurd Beet: what kind of bird? Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the story behind “SHOES FOR INDUSTRY: THE BEST OF THE FIRESIGN THEATRE” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=sfi-ln Nabby: Lots of everyone are here. shoes for the dead: hi Nabby Beet: Hi Nabby ''Bob'': A gull-able one. Principalpoop: check your epistomology Cat: we come, we go wall of science: live or die, i'll make a million shoes for the dead: only one of each, Nabby wall of science: we're all insane EWeston: Check your wallet Nabby: Hi Tween & Cat, Beet & shoes, Pp and EW & uthers Principalpoop: oh nabby oh ||||||||| 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." ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “SHOES FOR INDUSTRY” - 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/fithbeoffith.html' wall of science: how can we all make it to the golden city? henrycow: How about that its plaid ''Bob'': Uther? I feel so kingly. ||||||||| 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: that's better Nabby: I guess that's fortunate shoes Mr. Bark Bark: Imagine how late their luggage will be... Principalpoop: follow the yellow brick road Worker: Buzz and Bunny Crumhunger. Nabby: The golden hind end ||||||||| 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!" wall of science: you ever been to the piss fest, bob? Beet: Chocolotle Springs ''Bob'': Nope. Mr. Bark Bark: I thought he was just posing. wall of science: (aka sxsw)? lol ''Bob'': Pissing is no party. Especially when you get to be Catherwood's age. ||||||||| Catherwood gets to be 's age. Principalpoop: stripes or polka dots EWeston: Wide stance, or no stance? Nabby: Humpy ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and snorts derisively "Presenting 'Dr. Pickle', just granted probation at 9:45 PM", then leaves hurriedly. shoes for the dead: in what instance? Nabby: Blue moss tastes awful EWeston: The piss fest maybe, possibly DJTween: Hi Dr P wall of science: you ever eaten blue moss, bob? henrycow: Well its not ripe when its blue. Mr. Bark Bark: All this research is making me a proctologist. EWeston: Put down that human! Nabby: Great music hahaha Worker: Symbolically stripping her clothes off... Nabby: According to your careful proctologist ''Bob'': Imagining the video here... Principalpoop: they all play the piano, just beautifully shoes for the dead: and here it comes Nabby: back to life! ||||||||| 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!" Mr. Bark Bark: So that explains the smoke machine, and Donna Summers... wall of science: you ever felt the tongues of liquid rain all over your body, bob? Worker: So far, and yet… So near. Nabby: and yet.... Principalpoop: we were changed forever wall of science: ten hut! ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:48 PM and mike waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. Nabby: this is an important announcerment Cat: the flick they did of this was pretty good DJTween: This one of all-time favorite bits DJTween: Hi Mike Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the story behind “SHOES FOR INDUSTRY: THE BEST OF THE FIRESIGN THEATRE” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=sfi-ln Principalpoop: beware, your brain may no longer be the boss wall of science: official stolen government film ''Bob'': I need to put this announcement on my phone and make it my alarm sound. Worth reminding yourself every morning. DJTween: That'd be very cool :) Nabby: awesome ||||||||| 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!" Worker: Aliens have landed… On my plate. wall of science: it's like a humorous x-files script EWeston: Your boss maybe outsourced, to get him closer to the job. Worker: His option… Command! Beet: I think you have your phenomena scramled Nabby: superior consciousness........ EWeston: I likem with fresh peepers Principalpoop: what about my eggs dear? ''Bob'': His option: command Nabby: Not insane wall of science: we gonna bomb them back to stone age this time? ||||||||| Elayne sashays in at 9:51 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. Elayne: Evenin' all! Principalpoop: hi E wall of science: solid Cat: Hi El Dr. Pickle: Get geezy DJTween: Hey Elayne! shoes for the dead: hi E Nabby: Jello Elayne DJTween: We're Glad You Made It! ''Bob'': Hidellee-ho, neighbor! wall of science: it's so bad Elayne: Sounds like the hour of the wolf out there, all that wind a'howling. henrycow: Hey your door knocker fell off EWeston: Late copper age perhaps. Presisian bombing DJTween: just missed Bambi ||||||||| 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." EWeston: Yowzer E Beet: Hi E Nabby: Angel headed hipsters.... Cat: how is the bronx, el? Elayne: Oh, sorry to hear it Tween. I assume DocTec and Lili aren't around. Just emailed DocTec this morning, so I'm hoping to hear from him soon. I miss them! lily: under the weather wall of science: he's forgotten at home (sigh) ''Bob'': 57-year-old potato in a trick suit. LOL! This album is full of little gems... Elayne: Cat, the ice and snow is finally melted! Principalpoop: stone and copper age is a bit severe, just send them to the 8-track age DJTween: Have't seen them yet this evening, E ||||||||| 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 Koyemsi gets out at 9:53 PM. DJTween: Hi Koy Cat: warm enough to change to a lighter coat here ''Bob'': Also, a great cover. Elayne: They're doubtless playing pool, as usual. Nabby: Hi Koy Koyemsi: Hiya guys -- woah! Mr. Bark Bark: Welcome to the pond, heh heh heh Koyemsi: Tripped over that entrenching tool wall of science: 666! Elayne: Wow Cat, I'm impressed. But Vancouver winters are fairly mild comparatively, aren't they? Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the story behind “SHOES FOR INDUSTRY: THE BEST OF THE FIRESIGN THEATRE” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=sfi-ln Cat: yes el. only snow a couple of times DJTween: nice, Cat Nabby: Pretty mild in Seattle this year Elayne: You're certainly lucky. Robin was reading up on this past (as my friend calls it) fuckwinter, and apparently we got more snow than Anchorage. ''Bob'': Do these codes correspond to any specific police dept.? Dr. Pickle: Winter may be excused from the dinner table now. DJTween: wow E :/ ||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| doc hackenbush - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| elpoptart - dead from measles ||||||||| Bambi - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| cooper - dead from the common cold ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Elayne: All the snow Anchorage was suposed to get went to NY instead. Nabby: Woof roof! Cat: 12.1 here today. quite warm for march DJTween: I rather doubt it (codes) EWeston: Very mild winter in Alaska this year Elayne: Broke all kinds of records. And this morning it was 11 degrees, single digits factoring in wind-chill. DJTween: must have been DJTween: Good Grid, E ''Bob'': Only a little snow here in CT. And, as a bonus, the freezing weather made the mud puddles navigable again! Elayne: But by Saturday it'll have warmed up again, then it plunges back to the freezing mark for St. Patty's Day, then evens out a bit. Elayne: It's fairly exhausting. DJTween: that's a tad chilly for this time of year in NYC Cat: your 11 and my 11 are different realities Mr. Bark Bark: Why don't you try one of these, the chief himself has been on 'em for a week, ad he's a changed-- Elayne: Sounds great, "Bob." I was hoping to navigate through CT roads to see DocTec and Lili again. Elayne: That's true, Cat. I meant Fahrenheit, of course. Elayne: Which is something like minus 7 or 8 Centigrade. wall of science: oh my kim koolzip Elayne: Our local outdoor clock show the temp in both F and C, but I didn't pay attention to C this morning. Nabby: a glass of hot meat! Mr. Bark Bark: You can't go faster than C. wall of science: still haven't found any special jpgs of her Elayne: Well Mr. BB, there's high C. Koyemsi: Not just a good idea, it's the law Mr. Bark Bark: That's been fixed! EWeston: The speed of imagination is pretty quick Elayne: But yeah, we went all the way to 11 this morning. I think it got up to 26 or so by afternoon. Cat: 52 farenheit here Elayne: Did I mention friggin' WINDY and COLD? Seriously, it's literally howling outside. Elayne: LITERALLY Elayne: It's going :HOWL" Mr. Bark Bark: 80 in St. Louis Monday, snow on Tuesday, back up to 60 today. wall of science: golden slasher time, man Elayne: Argh, Mr BB! Not that I'd want to be in St. Louis, but I'm momentarily jealous. DJTween: yipes E Principalpoop: It is supposed to say mary, call the wind repairman ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. DJTween: Pretty weird, Bark EWeston: Go for a motocycle ride at 34 F, its nippy. Elayne: PrinPoop, around here they call the wind Mariah. Mr. Bark Bark: Global weirding, the beaners say. DJTween: It would be, EW Principalpoop: yes, in propriety, and society Nabby: 39F, Isle MN on Mille Lacs Mr. Bark Bark: Someday we'll all be normal, and then watch out. Elayne: Mr. BB, I think the beaners are right about this 'un, unfortunately. lily: cold in north nc shoes for the dead: Indian ghost dance shirt Nabby: No more ice fishing houses out there.... Elayne: Yes, but MN is supposed to be cold until, what, mid-June? Koyemsi: "Are there still Indians?" is a great line EWeston: 17 miles was ok, then I'd stand in a dry dock for a while and be miserable DJTween: winter still has its grip on us, apparently Mr. Bark Bark: Till the wings of the mosquitos beat their wings, warming the moose. DJTween: darned groundhogs... Elayne: Tween, I'd like to sue it for harassment, in that case. ''Bob'': Its ICY grip... Nabby: in MN we used dual flamethrowers Mr. Bark Bark: I used to have a groundhog, but it turned into a whistle pig, and everything's been the same since then. wall of science: double golden slasher time! ''Bob'': Living smack dab between two casinos, this whole section seems uncannily prophetic... DJTween: lol Bark DJTween: I'll bet, Bob Nabby: It's darn peculiar EWeston: Ware the marmosets Koyemsi: bags by Bag of Beverly Hills wall of science: casinos seem to be one hell of a way to give it back shoes for the dead: goatskin body bags Mr. Bark Bark: America craps out! Nabby: Beefalo burger, anyone? ''Bob'': It's the Chinese taking from the Anglos to give back to the Indians, 24 hours a day, around here. Mr. Bark Bark: And what do you think they took? DJTween: lol, not bad EWeston: Did we fall, or were we pushed Nabby: that's right eat flaming death wall of science: eat flaming death fascist media pigs! ''Bob'': What could be more American? Mr. Bark Bark: Don't take the blankets! Koyemsi: I read in a book by Tom King that profits from Indian casinos have allowed them to buy land (owning it according to White rules) and add it to the reservations Principalpoop: i think we know why firesign never hit mainstream DJTween: That's cool, Koy shoes for the dead: do i get to keep the gun? EWeston: It's been good for some tribes, less so for others Mr. Bark Bark: Would you rather be mainstream, or upstream? DJTween: You have to actually pay attention to FST skits, P ''Bob'': The mainstream will catch up to them someday. Koyemsi: True enough, EW Principalpoop: that too tween DJTween: Hope so, Bob ''Bob'': Is that a callback to the piss fest discussion? Nabby: pee into the mainstream, and that's important DJTween: and now... 3 FST songs to finish the album Mr. Bark Bark: Back from the shadows, again! wall of science: solid Nabby: Great Principalpoop: danke, ogiotto ''Bob'': And now for your next word... in Russian! EWeston: And then back to the shadows again Elayne: And it's back into the shadows for me, I fear. Maybe next week won't be so cold and windy and exhausting... Mr. Bark Bark: That's what they pay you for, though. DJTween: Proctor said this is about an actual relationship he had in Russia Mr. Bark Bark: And for keeping an eye on Vladimir... EWeston: Keep your self warm Elayne Nabby: Be well & groovy E Principalpoop: eat flaming death fascist media pigs, just saying... DJTween: stay warm, E Cat: stay warm, el Principalpoop: spring is soon EWeston: Just agreein PP shoes for the dead: Bye El Nabby: spring has sproinged Rufus_T_Firetween: ** FIRESIGN THEATRE and OZ PODCASTS are available for the price of your firstborn chinchilla from the iTunes Store, and FST podcasts at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/podcasting/indexx.html - and RADIO FREE OZ podcasts at >> http://www.radiofreeoz.com/ EWeston: Its got a charlie hose Rufus_T_Firetween: My interview with Proctor is in the FST podcast section EWeston: Horse Cat: i look forward to reading this story in proctor's autobiography ||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Captain Equinox - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| mike - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... lily: thanks for the laffs ||||||||| 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: hi lily DJTween: Me too, Cat lily: Hi DJTween: yw lily :) Nabby: It's ok I'm sure a lot of fellows wear hose EW Cat: hi lily Mr. Bark Bark: It's my only visible means of support... lily: I sit and read and listen and laugh Koyemsi: What's the context of this song on the Roller Maiden album? DJTween: >groan> Principalpoop: come on jesus Cat: better than low, unless you want to look under the couch EWeston: I don't go into the rubber goods section Mr. Bark Bark: Oops, the aliens are landing, bot to woe. lily: hi low shoes for the dead: sweet Jesus stop for gas! DJTween: The Television Mission, Koy Koyemsi: Cool, thanks DJT lily: don't need gad got static Dr. Pickle: Text Dr. Pickle: Window Nabby: Geeziss Cat: context? Dr. Pickle: Keeps Koyemsi: Looks like a big fried egg, Bark! Dr. Pickle: Moving DJTween: e don't need no steenking context EWeston: A transition for Jesus as he travels to the sene of the action Cat: you are in north carolina, lily? DJTween: *We Principalpoop: loosely based on lord won't you buy me a mercedes benz, possibly hehe lily: yes I live in NC shoes for the dead: or Plastic Jesus DJTween: definitely a Kristofferson parody Principalpoop: come on, come on jesus lily: sittin on the dashboard of my car Principalpoop: that is the name, i knew it was not janis Nabby: Is it Tween yeah I can hear that Cat: I know Peter Bergman's duaghter is going to school in North Carolina somewhere EWeston: Drop kick me jesus, through the goal posts of life DJTween: Austin actually said so in chat once lily: big state lol ||||||||| Catherwood escorts Bunnyboy in through the front door at 10:14 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. Principalpoop: north carolina, is just south carolina with less clay and more mountains Bunnyboy: Hullo. ||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!" Cat: hi bun Nabby: Neat shoes for the dead: Nasi Goreng!!!! EWeston: Bunnai Nabby: Hey Bunny ||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!" Nabby: Go Peter B! Principalpoop: hiphop bunny shoes for the dead: it ain't boring Beet: hey bunny shoes for the dead: another good vid Bunnyboy: (sings) You let da rain pour, what does it mattah? Nabby: Who's playing sax? DJTween: Hey Bunny Principalpoop: i'm continental, never mental henrycow: the sax player ''Bob'': This song sounds so much like the Bonzo Dog Band to me... Nabby: More than one sex, but lead lily: thanks cat Bunnyboy: I'm here, but steppin' away to greet muh especial lady... henrycow: no but I've got dark brown overcoat. Nabby: haha i meant sax Principalpoop: does your wife know about her? Nabby: Floydian swip! Koyemsi: A lead sax must be awfully heavy EWeston: I agree Bob. Mr. Apollo Dr. Pickle: FST made me what I am today and I'll never forgive them for it. Nabby: Great way! Gateway Firesign! ''Bob'': Ah, yes! Exactly, EW Dr. Pickle: And one! ||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?" shoes for the dead: he caid spread 'em hehe henrycow: We are normal... normal hawaiians EWeston: They taught me to talk. Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Peter Bergman’s “TRUE CONFESSIONS OF THE REAL WORLD” Here >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=tcotrw-rv ||||||||| "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: I've linked to "We are Normal", a fine mad song Dr. Pickle: Op talk henrycow: absolutely Rufus_T_Firetween: ** New Firesign book “MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH” now available at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/firesale/firesale.php?books Principalpoop: raising consciousness is like raising a bar, you have to ahh, hell what? ''Bob'': Been fun, but duty calls, y' all... henrycow: Are shirts necessary? Nabby: Later Bob Principalpoop: ciao bob Cat: by " EWeston: See yez Bob shoes for the dead: by Bob Nabby: An anthraxine? henrycow: bye Bob Beet: Bye Bob Koyemsi: Bergman said goodbye to Bob too Nabby: It's twue! I confess! ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - from the DOMM Let’s Eat Broadcasts “RADIO PRISON IN PEACE AND WAR”- 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 PURCHASE DUKE OF MADNESS MOTORS AT >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/firesale/firesale.php?audio#DUKEOFPFTFTJ' Principalpoop: i saw that, Nabby: Chester! lily: till we meat again Cat: Bergman had a lot of people to say goodbye to. Dr. Pickle: Got to let the air out - goodnight! DJTween: later lily... Principalpoop: hehe lily said meat hehe Cat: The end of his last podcast is as eloquent as anything DJTween: lol P Principalpoop: you to pickle ||||||||| 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!" Cat: by lily Nabby: b'bye lily Nabby: Announcemink ||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..." EWeston: You owe a lot of pickles to a lot of proplr, for a lot of air ports Principalpoop: eloquent, exquisite, elegant, lots of nice E words EWeston: Earinicon is one of my favs Principalpoop: you have stumped me, i must google shoes for the dead: is that stuff even legal, EW? Nabby: eloquisite and exegant, don't fergit EWeston: Porpbably missspelled. A work or statement which embraches appartently conflicting values DJTween: You know your company is doing well, when people use the name of your company as a verb ||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Elayne - dead from measles ||||||||| Mr. Bark Bark - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Nabby: m i s s i s s i p e l l e d Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the story behind 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 EWeston: I's lucky you tole me Nabby: I forgor a p : ( Principalpoop: poor google did not even give me an alternative, weird DJTween: Duke is _such_ a great collection shoes for the dead: Doublespeek Principalpoop: esoteric Nabby: I have an extra alternative weird if you need one Principalpoop: no, i never use bing anymore DJTween: don't mince weirds, Nabby henrycow: speaking of the Bonzos this is a picture of me with Neil Innes of self same band. https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=1019122315459&set=pb.1147196158.-2207520000.1394763799.&type=3&src=https%3A%2F%2Fscontent-a-lga.xx.fbcdn.net%2Fhphotos-frc3%2Ft1%2F1979_1019122315459_3626_n.jpg&size=600%2C450 EWeston: Irenicon is the word it came from. Similar, but of religious connotation DJTween:www.duckduckgo.com is good because it doesn't track you as google does Principalpoop: ahh, like bananaramo poopoo, you just add icon to random letters, frigicon DJTween: Innes is very cool :) I love The Rutles Cat: lucky you, cow EWeston: I am jealous Henry, He's a marvel, and still busy Nabby: mince weirds with no regard and u could have a spysich backfire DJTween: Too cool, Henry :) henrycow: 's pretty friendly as well Principalpoop: which one is you? henrycow: thank you EWeston: No Pooper I did find it in a foot thick dictionary. Nabby: Cool Henry henrycow: The one with the hat :) shoes for the dead: I only rough chop my wierds, Nabby Cat: on the news yest, kids were shown phone books and asked to identify them. they had no idea DJTween: Innes did a wonderful McCartney parody during the Python Live At Hollybowl perforance Principalpoop: they both have hats, stop that, don't be coy DJTween: "How Sweet To Be An Idiot" DJTween: no joke Cat lol Worker: And it's Back to the Shadows again, for me... henrycow: he's also got Lennon done pretty much! henrycow: Great album Nabby:http://www.unz.org/Pub/WeirdTales DJTween: See you next time, Worker EWeston: Woik on dude DJTween: 18 minutes left in the show Nabby: Take care Worker Worker: Cheers! Beet: Bye Worker Principalpoop: A proposition or device for securing peace, especially in the church. ||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?" Dexter Fong: piss in the church, senor? ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "10:31 PM and late as usual, it's Glen, just back from Hellmouth." Nabby: My god what have I done DJTween: You're a bit late, Glen ;) EWeston: On a piece of paper I found, under the desk eirenicon Principalpoop: all we are saying, is give piss a chance DJTween: ** Remember folks. the chat/show starts officially every Thursday at 9pm EST, with warm-up music on the streams starting around 8:45pm EST Nabby: Hey Glen Glen: I forgot everything. Cat: glen banks? Principalpoop: lucky you, i think ||||||||| "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!" Glen: Si. Nabby: Who else? shoes for the dead: Glen blamked ||||||||| 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!" Glen: You ARE him! Principalpoop: dale and glen DJTween: The show starts pretty early for those on the Left Coast Nabby: Which side are we on? Glen: Non-Euclid. I like that joke. shoes for the dead: 1909 non euclid Ave Cat: still doing your tv show? EWeston: Less canned peace more fresh peas DJTween: welcome to Side 5... Beet: Side 2 Glen: Did somebody dump echo all over the tracks? Principalpoop: 1971, everything echos shoes for the dead: side 4 of Second Winter Glen: Austin had the best Chicano accent. Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the story behind 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 Nabby: Gimme a minimoog and an echoplex and I be happy EWeston: When reverb just isn't enough DJTween: Heck yeah, Nabby :-)
Nabby ) DJTween: I had a Roland Space Echo back in the day Nabby: = ) henrycow: dddiiigggiiitttaaall dddeeellllaaayy Nabby: They were great ||||||||| 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!" EWeston: I use an ART Nightbass DJTween: don't know that one DJTween: know the brand Nabby: Maestro phase shifter --before flangers *gasp* (except the tape kind) Principalpoop: art nightbass, didn't he play with the memphis blues gazette? Nabby: getting wisty EWeston: Couple decades old. Analog and digital sides. About 400 patches Glen: Bugger all. DJTween: I had an Electro-Harmonix phase shifter on my Rhodes EWeston: Useally set on The Rainmaker Glen: Sold my Rhodes. Nabby: Nice Tween Koyemsi: I love it when Proctor does two different accents and talks to himself DJTween: good one, P Nabby: I have two, both were stolen Nabby: had two Glen: Hmmm. henrycow: echoplex DJTween: Me too Glen. Had a '76 Suitcase 73 Principalpoop: I had a vacuum-toaster on my harmonappendix Nabby: bars DJTween: lol P Glen: My apologies. The echo was always there... EWeston: That's what you need for a real low end Pooper Principalpoop: stolen, rats, poor nabby Nabby: Tween my first 76 was probably 75 or 76 too Glen: My Rhodes once belonged to Ralph Burns. Sold it. Principalpoop: lets not get personal, shall we tween? henrycow: have to go night all! Nabby: 73 sorry DJTween: Bye Henry Nabby: 76 is trombones shoes for the dead: 1912 motorised Indian Act Principalpoop: moo cow Koyemsi: They were so obsessed with rats during the Let's Eat shows, I wonder why Glen: She was steam heated. Nabby: Bye Henry Cat: by cow ||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| ''Bob'' - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Hubcity - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| lily - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Worker - dead from measles ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... EWeston: By Henry You done my brain in DJTween: I hated how the keys bounced on '76 model, but it sounded great Koyemsi: And with Chairman Mao, too Glen: Just bought me a new Roland 88 digital piano. It has a Rhodes setting that's pretty amazing. EWeston: Your sound answers to no logic, but its muse. Nabby: I used a Moog parametric EQ for that bright sound that got popular (that I don't care for anymore, really) DJTween: kewl :) DJTween: Oooo, Moog Processing. Nice Nabby: Cool glen shoes for the dead: Radio Prism Glen: The Pointed Desert Beet: I played drums Nabby: Austin kills me well they all do DJTween: wish Moog stuff wasn't so damned expensive, but what a sound Nabby: Beat Beet Glen: Yup. DJTween: Me too Beet Glen: I enjoy when Austin rambles. ||||||||| 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!" Principalpoop: I played knick-knack on their knees, until the restraining order Nabby: Yea Tween kinda nuts DJTween: had a Ludwig Hollywood jazz kit ||||||||| Catherwood ushers Captain Equinox in through the front door at 10:43 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. Nabby: Yepsk Glen Beet: no echo and no filters Principalpoop: atten hut, hello captain Glen: She was steam heated! DJTween: Have you seen the new Voyager XL with the patch bay? Nabby: Yes but not in person DJTween: just online also Nabby: I want but oh my too much $ DJTween: Cool design DJTween: oh yeah... Glen: Veejur! DJTween: like the price of a used car Nabby: I had a Phatty for a couple of years but I sold it Dexter Fong: I used to drive a Meyerbeer Austerlitz ZX 24 R/T GOAT ||||||||| 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: drive or drink? DJTween: Hope some off you folks can join me on Sunday afternoons for my Radio Free Roadkill show Dexter Fong: Both Principalpoop: ohh, flip top Dexter Fong: No, Hard top Glen: I love the silly lists of goofy objects and items. DJTween: If you want to friend me on Facebook, I'm Kurt Ericson from Austin, TX Bunnyboy: Hup! shoes for the dead: great grift idea Nabby: Me too Glen EWeston: I'm waiting for the Porsche 918 to be on the used market. For a new level of depression Cat: they loved inventing funny stuff Nabby: Mutt & Smutt Bunnyboy: What'd I miss? DJTween: They do that well, Glen, yeah Principalpoop: I did not find Eric Kurtson in Asten, New Hampshire Glen: It's pure TFT. DJTween: The Mutt & Smutt stuff Glen: YES. DJTween: how odd, P Glen: Wilson's House of Suede Dexter Fong: Yes, P is odd Principalpoop: very odd, a big family there DJTween: lol EWeston: The developmental school menus is good too Nabby: Move These Demons! shoes for the dead: Sel those Demons!!! Glen: Ed's for Style Beet: Is the dog for sale? Nabby: One of my top 5 faves, EW DJTween: not sure they made that clear Glen: Eddie Zachary Principalpoop: ok fong, I resemble that remark Koyemsi: LIKE YOURSELVES Nabby:https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/audvid/totod8.mp3 Dexter Fong: Perhaps you've been photobomb...er shopped ||||||||| 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!" EWeston: Ed's for threads, now without Identitine Phosphate Cat: I resemble myself Nabby: Occupy yourself Beet: Oh Koyemsi: I wish there were Ralph/Chick ads on YouTube ||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!" Principalpoop: irenicon, now Cat: Pete said that at the end of his podcast. Koyemsi: I'm too young to have seen them for real Nabby: Indeed Cat: sounds like a word made up for scrabble EWeston: With an E in front of der I Glen: oh GOD DJTween: /me wonders if FST knew Hunter Thompson EWeston: Have him take a number Glen: I think i was at this broadcast Principalpoop: oops yes, once fooled, twice an idiot Nabby: Awesome 71 shtuff! Cat: possible, tween Glen: WE enjoyed it! shoes for the dead: Thanks tween!!!! Nabby: Kurt thanks so much! DJTween: yw folks :) Principalpoop: thank you Eric hehe Dexter Fong: Night and muchhos gracias Tween Cat: thanks again, tween. DJTween: Thanks for listening everybody, and have a great week. See you next time, same FireTime, same FireStation... shoes for the dead: Park it and Lock it! Koyemsi: Thanks Tween! squeeze_the_wheeze: thanks...i loved it Glen: Adios, muchachos! Beet: The night went really fast. Thanks Tween. Night everybody. Nabby: Got-a-buzz. You all be sure to take care! Principalpoop: it was fast, wow EWeston: A goodlin evening, and much eirinicon to you all Principalpoop: ciao beet Principalpoop: night all, have a super week Cat: by beet ||||||||| 10:51 PM -- Principalpoop left for parts unknown.(Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow"). ||||||||| 10:51 PM -- EWeston left for parts unknown.(Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow"). Koyemsi: Goodnight gang ||||||||| 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!" ||||||||| DJTween says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, DJTween exits at 10:51 PM. ||||||||| "10:51 PM? 10:51 PM!!" says Catherwood, "EWeston should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as EWeston enters and sits on the couch. Cat: off we go EWeston: Ed's for threads, now without Identitine Phosphate ||||||||| 10:52 PM -- Cat left for parts unknown.(Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow"). ||||||||| Koyemsi runs out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Koyemsi?! It's 10:52 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!" Bunnyboy: Oh, neglectful I. Cheers! Dexter Fong: Hi and Bi Bunny ||||||||| Around 10:53 PM, Dexter Fong walks off into the sunset... ||||||||| "10:54 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Bunnyboy, who then scurries out through the french doors and down through the flowerbeds. ||||||||| It's 10:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Dr. Pickle - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| st slade - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| henrycow - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Around 10:56 PM, Rufus_T_Firetween walks off into the sunset... ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| At 11:02 PM, Merlyn vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted! ||||||||| Catherwood ushers llanwydd inside, makes a note of the time (11:09 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. ||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Glen - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| wall of science - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Beet - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| squeeze_the_wheeze - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Nabby - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| Captain Equinox - dead from The Plague ||||||||| EWeston - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| It's 11:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| llanwydd - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Catherwood walks in wearing his pyjamas, yawns, and mumbles "It's midnight here in New York city"...then he falls over and starts snoring loudly.. ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 1 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| Uh_Gary steps in at 1:49 AM carrying an obsidian door knocker. Uh_Gary: Cretins, suh, may I take you hat and goat? ||||||||| 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: ||||||||| Uh_Gary - dead from the yaws ||||||||| dude - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Catherwood enters, and announces to all and sundry "It's 4:32 AM, time to change the log file and clean out unused rooms; please exit the chat room for a minute or two. Thank you for your patience."
The Evening's Participants:
Bambi
Beet
''Bob''
Bunnyboy
Captain Equinox
Cat
Dexter Fong
DJTween
doc hackenbush
Dr. Pickle
Elayne
elpoptart
EWeston
Glen
henrycow
Hubcity
Koyemsi
lily
Merlyn
Moose
Mr. Bark Bark
Mudhead
Nabby
Porgy
Principalpoop
Rufus_T_Firetween
shoes for the dead
squeeze_the_wheeze
st slade
Uh_Gary
wall of science
Worker
