||||||||| 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 27, 2014 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule... ||||||||| DJTween tiptoes in around 6:52 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident." ||||||||| 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 **' ||||||||| At 6:53 PM, DJTween dashes out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..." ||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 8:03 PM, dragging RedPillTweeny by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Firehead?" ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 8:17 PM, dragging DJTween by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yo-yo?" DJTween: Hi RedPill ||||||||| Rufus_T_Firetween sashays in at 8:18 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. ||||||||| It's 8:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| RedPillTweeny - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| 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)' ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - Warm Up Music (801 Live) - 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 accompanies Beet into the room, accepts three dimes as a gratuity, mutters something about 8:46 PM, then departs. Beet: Hi all. Sounds like Tween's Beatle SXSW! DJTween: Hey Beet :) DJTween: 801 Live, actually doing a cover Beet: Apologies for missing last week. The brain neurons didn't fire properly enough to remember. DJTween: Brian Eno & Phil Manzanara DJTween: Well, glad you could make it tonight Beet: Very cool DJTween: Pink Hotel Burns Down tonight Beet: A fave DJTween: 801 at Wiki - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/801_(band) DJTween: an under appreciated album, for sure (Hotel) Beet: Hey, have you heard of this kind of wild chick (lady, woman) and her band called St. Vincent? Very ibteresting I think. DJTween: No, I haven't Beet: interesting ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "8:51 PM and late as usual, it's Captain Equinox, just back from Evanston." Captain Equinox: Hiya, Kiddos! DJTween: Hi Captain Beet: I firts heard them on Jon Stewart's show Beet: Hey, Captain Captain Equinox: I'm grounded, just out of hospital. dear Friends! Beet: Hope nothing serious DJTween: Great to hear you're out :-) DJTween: Are you Charlie, by any chance? Captain Equinox: Yep, Charlie Mayer by name. DJTween: Right, saw your posts on FB Captain Equinox: I know, Kurt. Thanks for picking up on that! DJTween: always good to be _out_ of the hospital ;) Captain Equinox: are we expecting any special guests tonight? ||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..." DJTween: No one has let me know they'd be here DJTween: Proctor is busy with theater performances Beet: in LA? DJTween: I assume DJTween: there are posts on his Facebook page Beet: Nice to know he's staying busy DJTween: Proctor, always ||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, March 27, 2014 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!" ||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'st slade', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:00 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary... DJTween: Hi slade DJTween: small crowd tonight ||||||||| Catherwood ushers Cease inside, makes a note of the time (9:02 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. Cease: Hi all. st slade: I'm kinda tall. Is there a 'you must be this small' sign? Hi DJ DJTween: Hi cease ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "9:02 PM and late as usual, it's shoes for the dead, just back from Howell." Beet: hey cs ||||||||| 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." shoes for the dead: Hiya Friends ||||||||| Catherwood enters with Mark close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 9:02 PM tree-stunting plans, and hurries off to the Aviary. Cease: I think more will dribble in. Captain Equinox: *honk honk* ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "9:03 PM and late as usual, it's Elderberries, just back from Elmertown." ||||||||| Catherwood leads lily in through the front door at 9:03 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. lily: hello everybodies ||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!" Cease: Hi Lilly. Hello to your sisters Garlic and Onion too. ||||||||| Principalpoop tiptoes in around 9:04 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident." shoes for the dead: hi PP Cease: Hi poop. Have some toilet paper Principalpoop: garlic and onion? Beet: hi poop Principalpoop: use a newspaper shoes for the dead: are you dribbling? Principalpoop: hey beet Principalpoop: the voice of tween Mark: Porgy. Porgy Tirebiter Breakfast is ready.... AH AH COMMING Mother!! lily: gar lick is how it said Cease: Peter's daughter Lily told me he had originally wanted to call her Winston, after Winston Churchill, but was persuaded to give her a less masculine name. So he named her from his favourite plant family. Principalpoop: is how what is said? Captain Equinox: Just checked in with Glen Banks, he has company and is unlikely to check in tonight. Mark: I wouldn't want to lick a Garr Cease: Iremember hearing this when it was first broadcast in 67 lily: been there done that DJTween: Hey P, Mark, Elderberries, lily, shoes shoes for the dead: tastes fishy Cease: I always enjoy Glen's facebook posts Mark: HEY Principalpoop: glen is being held by the CIA? ||||||||| 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." Cease: Mark, Time? Principalpoop: what mark? Captain Equinox: Have you ever watched Uncle Glen's Party? ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “PINK HOTEL BURNS DOWN” - 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 >> (currently out of print)' Mark: Howdy y'all DJTween: Really hope they re-release this soon Cease: Glen sent me a VHS tape of him interviewing proctor and bergman maybe 20 years ago Principalpoop: capillary action, hubba hubba Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the story behind “PINK HOTEL BURNS DOWN” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=guab-ln Captain Equinox: He's quite a guy and has a LONG history with the Guyz st slade: Out of print? This is the one FT album I don't own. Cease: he told me a story about driving up to proctor's house, but being too shy to go in. Cease: never was an album, st. Cease: i bought it in the original form, a cassette Captain Equinox: Cease, what's your real moniker? Mark: the good old days of cannibus and the fire side listening st slade: I know, cd, I heard it once on the radio. Cease: old? Captain Equinox: Those days don't NEED to be over...heh heh Mark: Amen. More grub cakes for the poor ||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!" Principalpoop: ok lewinski or whatever your name is lily: those daze are still around Cease: indeed lily shoes for the dead: commercial cassettes always sucked st slade: I had a cat named Smut Mark: I'm confuzed Captain Equinox: True Story, lily. ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:11 PM and Stlouielou bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. Mark: cough cough Principalpoop: i have some smut that involved a cat Captain Equinox: was your dog named Mutt? DJTween: Actually cease, I bought a CD release from John's Lodestone store a few years back Principalpoop: oh st louie louie DJTween: Hi Lou Stlouielou: Whats up hippies? Cease: being named cat has caused me some problems over the years, particular at the vet's lily: good o be here in the now DJTween: lol Cease: its always now ||||||||| Catherwood leads Dexter Fong in through the front door at 9:12 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. Beet: hi louie shoes for the dead: it's always here lily: except when it was when DJTween: Hey Dexter ||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?" Principalpoop: the now is infinite, between the infinite future and the infinite past Stlouielou: Ola Beet Mark: when ? then? st slade: Firkin by Hunt Emerson is some good cat smut, Poop Principalpoop: fong told me that Stlouielou: Ola Poop Mark: howdy louie shoes for the dead: don't be so tense, Lily Cease: you think the human brain can understand infiniity, poop? Mark: sounds crappy to me Principalpoop: sure, and the square root of negative one DJTween: ** Would you like to talk on the air about your experiences with the Firesign Theatre? Have you met them or attended their concerts? We want to hear from you :) Just let me know in chat and you can Skype in to the radio station and tell everyone about it! Stlouielou: My brain rarely understands anything at all Beet: some say the brain can experience it Stlouielou: Hey Mark Mark: brain brain who has a brain Dexter Fong: Goodevening all Cease: st louie, you gotta listen to more firesign. Beet: hi dex Stlouielou: I could be another Lincoln lily: loosw as a teepee DJTween: ** Don’t forget to check out the Firesign Theatre Funway for a cool page full of Flash goodies. Just move your cursor over various areas of the page - https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/funway.html Principalpoop: abe or continental? Cease: lincoln log? Stlouielou: I made a Lincoln log just this morning Mark: Mine got water logged Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the story behind “PINK HOTEL BURNS DOWN” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=guab-ln Beet: lincoln would be proud ||||||||| "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: perhaps not understanding infinity cat, but they can know it Cease: mathematically, perhaps shoes for the dead: Woodrow Stool Principalpoop: like love, do you understand love? but do yhou know it? Mark: toomany numbers. QUICK burn another one Stlouielou: I know this, I can't affors a Infinity Cease: not the same organ, poop ||||||||| Nabby sashays in at 9:17 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. shoes for the dead: and who wrote the book, PP? Cease: there are never too many numbers. DJTween: Hey Nabby Dexter Fong: Darling Nabby Mark: I prefer the piano Principalpoop: who knows which organs understand infinity then? Cease: nab DJTween: Nabby, were you able to get a Skype mic working? ||||||||| 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: Hi Nabby ||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'residualecho', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:18 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule... Nabby: Hey Tween & Dex & shoes lily: I am sp putta sonks Principalpoop: this discussion of infinity might be an example of it hehe Nabby: Cease good to c u Stlouielou: Can't type and smoke pot...brb DJTween: Hi echo residualecho: There's an echo in here... Beet: yo nab Principalpoop: oh helen Stlouielou: ola Nab shoes for the dead: there's an echo in here Cease: you must have telescopes for eyes, nab lily: GREAT TO BE HERE residualecho: Didn't I say that on the other side of the record? Mark: light a candle and use the other hand Principalpoop: hey you smoking mother nature, this is a bust DJTween: WE'RE GLAD YOU MADE IT!! Cease: we are happy to have you here too, lily residualecho: Can't shout don't hear you. Principalpoop: here, there and everywhere Mark: Lily your petal fell off lily: just ny luck Stlouielou: "This concert smells like Uncle Lou's Jacket" Cease: new york has luck? Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the story behind “PINK HOTEL BURNS DOWN” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=guab-ln lily: right Dexter Fong: Cat: Say what? Principalpoop: oh, who spilled the bong in the car again, i might trying smoking the moss growing Nabby: Not yet I'm sorry to say but I will surprise you sometime promise Cease: lily just said "just ny luck" Nabby: Hi Lily & Ppoop & Stl Dexter Fong: And the ref to NY? Cease: hopefully not a reference to your former profession dex ||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!" lily: Helloooooo DJTween: ** Would you like to talk on the air about your experiences with the Firesign Theatre? Have you met them or attended their concerts? We want to hear from you :) Just let me know in chat and you can Skype in to the radio station and tell everyone about it! Principalpoop: it is unlucky to be superstitious Cease: i'm actually on that station. DJTween: Nabby, were you able to get a Skype mic working? Cease: i'm "the catman" Principalpoop: wb nabby Cease: thankfully not cartman. shoes for the dead: i was in Peggy... DJTween: Hellooooo out there lily.... Beet: I was walking up the hill with someone who though not a big fan, saw the boys in Minneapolis Cease: she must have enjoyed that, shoes lily: Hi DJT Principalpoop: fong is the walrus, coo coo katchoo Nabby: Back Dexter Fong: and poop is a Narwhal Stlouielou: *coughs* Dexter Fong: niner niner shoes for the dead: Front ||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!" Rufus_T_Firetween: Nabby, were you able to get a Skype mic working? Dexter Fong: (pronounced "neener" Principalpoop: that was so funny that I forgot to laugh fong Nabby: hey beet - not quite Tween - another challenging week + a new cat: hijinx continues to ensue Nabby: Rufus ||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Elderberries - dead from the yaws ||||||||| RedPillTweeny - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Dexter Fong: YOu forget a lot of things Poop Stlouielou: I think my ex used to wash with that dead cat soap Principalpoop: huh? what? DJTween: k, just wondered :) Good luck with the new furry creature Nabby: Forgetting is the new remembering Cease: i'm reading a book now about the Royal Canadian Air Farce, a comedy group that is almost as old as Firesign, and like them in their surrealism and dopeyness. ||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?" Stlouielou: today is only yesterday's tomorrow shoes for the dead: What/ st slade: I remember how to forget. I think Nabby: eggs actly DJTween: Sounds interesting, cease Cease: eventually, it's always yesterday, st. lou Principalpoop: what were we talking about? Nabby: Didn't know about them C Cease: as in phil's fantatic story Yesterday's News Cease: very very Canadian. you'd almost have to be a canuck to find them funny st slade: Isn't Eggs Ackley a Crumb character? Principalpoop: wilson eh? hahaha Stlouielou: all beeding stops eventualy DJTween: Lot's of canuk references eh Nabby: Ahh I shall endeavor to locate their work after Cease: jokes about topical canuck politics and stuff Stlouielou: canadians?...I can't get that drunk Nabby: must be, st Mark: It's easy. just don't forget the maple syrup Cease: but from a very odd angle. they celebrated canada's 100th anninversary in 1967 by doing acid a hundred times. Principalpoop: i would not use dopeyness to describe firesign DJTween: o m g Principalpoop: dopiness, sure Nabby: that's a lot Stlouielou: dopey MESS maybe Nabby: haha lily: dope nope Mark: firesign is not dopey. it's reality Nabby: what is reality? Principalpoop: maybe it is like phat, firesign is dope st slade: And reality is what you make of it Cease: no, they function perfectly, to this day. i saw bob marley on stage smoking a splliff the size of a baseball bat, got stoned from it in the last row of a big theatre, but his music was always precise Dexter Fong: Location location location Mark: the Firesign Theater DJTween: reality from a slightly different perspective DJTween: that's wild, cease shoes for the dead: reality is just a crutch for those who can't face up to drugs Nabby: that's a big spliff Nabby: tuna boat Dexter Fong: Such as seen from the Hubble telescope lily: Cease wish I was there Principalpoop: we were talking about the space between us all and the Mark: it caint get more reel than this. OOOOOlook I got a bite Stlouielou: I REALY laugh my ass off..and that's REAL Nabby: but point taken C ||||||||| 9:31 PM: wall of science 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!" Cease: Pete's daughter was telling a story about one of Ossman's sons sending her a vid about how to roll a joint and Ossman interjected "Spliff!, not joint" Principalpoop: C +10, Nabby +5 Fong no score yet
DJTween wonders where our resident magician is... Cease: imagine having a dad that cool Nabby: wall of science DJTween: Hi WoS Principalpoop: reefer, bomber Dexter Fong: Narwhals -infinity Nabby: That's our D Mark: that was me till the kids ran away wall of science: howdy - late as usual Nabby: DO Cease: i remember taping this when it was first broadcast on their 1968 KMET sunday morning show. Principalpoop: ouch fong, your rapier like wit stings DJTween: wow Cease: getting up early enough to record that show was a bitch, particularly after working late saturday nights Mark: 1968 I was just takin off the swimmies ||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!" Nabby: better safe than never, w of s Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the story behind “PINK HOTEL BURNS DOWN” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=guab-ln ||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?" Nabby: Cool C Stlouielou: I had a job once, didn't care for it DJTween: oops, wrong link for Pink Hotel :/ Mark: jobs are over rated Stlouielou: had a hircut too one time Beet: jobs are overrated ||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..." Stlouielou: lol teewn I thought It was me Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the story behind “PINK HOTEL BURNS DOWN” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=phbd-ln Beet: echo in here Nabby: Jobs is on the way Dexter Fong: in here Nabby: echo in here DJTween: sorry about that, folks Dexter Fong: Steve? Nabby: Steve? Principalpoop: cut the soles off my shoes and you know the rest Dexter Fong: echo in here lily: here Nabby: Who's Peggy? Mark: well beet we're thinking alike.. SCARY DJTween: SmokesWagon? Nabby: Mark Mark: yes Stlouielou: everybody needs a hobby Cease: the recipiient of Pegger Nabby: oh hi Beet: maybe we're operating from the SAME BRAIN. Very scary Mark: you've been pegged Mark: hi shoes for the dead: Peg why? Nabby: All Are Same Brain Mark: only if you're left handed Principalpoop: same brain, different bodies, movie idea, what do I win? Mark: a free night at the theater Nabby: disrespect and turmoil! Dexter Fong: and an evening on the red carpet ||||||||| 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: i only go to the theatre Stlouielou: the man with 2 brains...it's been done lily: to [ay for the movie Nabby: true stl and pretty well Dexter Fong: to'ay for the movie? Mark: 2 heads one brain and neither one function properly Nabby: Which reel? shoes for the dead: ike rouble lily: pay Mark: the last reel ||||||||| 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: ok, i ran that up the flag pole and no saluting, they befrated me hehe Nabby: Of course st slade: Dual awareness between clones? ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "9:39 PM and late as usual, it's betty jo bialafski, just back from Hellmouth." Mark: I saluted, but fell down before you noticed Principalpoop: like twins that know when the other dies, ewww Cease: hi betty jo. whaddya know? Dexter Fong: I was at ease and didn't care Nabby: well you're no fun Nabby: Hi betty Nabby: Well that's alright I spose DJTween: Hi Betty Jo Principalpoop: ran that squirrel up their legs and see who panicked Mark: my twin still lives . but i did suffer her cycle wall of science: god i love this one ||||||||| Catherwood enters with JoeBeets close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 9:41 PM tree-stunting plans, and hurries off to the sitting room. Nabby: flowers and funny cigarettes Mark: yo cool dude DJTween: Hi Joe Principalpoop: hi joe, save me, change the topic DJTween: lol P Nabby: JoeB Dexter Fong: Hi JB, meet BJ Cease: the well deserved paranoia of the era lily: flavored rolling paper Dexter Fong: edible pipes Cease: how many beets do we have here now? can we make borscht? JoeBeets: hi friends and neighbors Mark: I'm blinded by the light Nabby: What flavor? Cease: i remember pineapple paper from a long time ago, lily Dexter Fong: Throw a few reds in Cat Cease: Very tasty Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the story behind “PINK HOTEL BURNS DOWN” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=phbd-ln Nabby: Candy pants JoeBeets: you can't beat beets wall of science: there's a great doc. about interactive fiction, like zork, called 'get lamp' check it out if you enjoyed the world of infocom Principalpoop: drums keeping pounding their rhythm in my brain Mark: I prefer the greens shoes for the dead: i have donut paper from Indonesia, lily Nabby: You bet Joe Cease: and stir em up real good, dex Stlouielou: now you got it tween Cease: what are we gonna do with a halfling ina holocaust? lily: sp coo; Nabby: title, w of s? Dexter Fong: Cat: By invading Crimea, you mean? Nabby: Spoo Principalpoop: I once used a tampex wrapper, burned too fast, live and learn JoeBeets: thanks wall of science, I loved those games Nabby: Omg Ppoop Mark: toilet paper burns faster wall of science:http://www.getlamp.com/ Cease: a firesign riff, dex. truman and fdr are discussing meeting stalin Nabby: Great game puzzle story thingies and bloody challenging but rewarding lily: still have the burn marks Cease: we ukranians are used to being invaded and starved, dex. Dexter Fong: Cat: Recognized it, just updated it Mark: I lost half a mustache Stlouielou: when it comes to weed we all become McGyver DJTween: no joke, cease Nabby: thanks! DJTween: Stalin was very nasty to them JoeBeets: they had a recent remake of hitchhiker's guide, a devilishly difficult game for me Principalpoop: I lost my eyebrows once, I don't recall how, probably for the best Mark: yes we do ||||||||| Dr. Dog tiptoes in around 9:45 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident." Cease: my mother's parents were born in ukraine. my grandma spoke only ukranian. Principalpoop: woof Cease: though she lived in canada for almost 80 years Nabby: For a year I worked in a building kitty corner to the one where Infocom was located in Cambridge DJTween: Hi Dog Mark: Stalin was a Marxist Dexter Fong: Poop: I think I found them under my bed with one of your earings ||||||||| 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." ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:46 PM and dude bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. Cease: unfortunately, not a groucho marxist Dexter Fong: Duuuuuuuuuuuude! ||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!" Principalpoop: that was not from my ear fong] Nabby: Hi dude residualecho: Those Ukraine girls really knock me out. Dexter Fong: Ah, quite so poop, the pubes shoud have been a tip off Mark: he did get grouchy on occasion Cease: me too, echo. first girlfriend was ukranian, from my home town. Principalpoop: the tip should have been a tip off Nabby: Russian brides Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the story behind “PINK HOTEL BURNS DOWN” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=phbd-ln Mark: that game just started Cease: a stunningly beautiful place, but she was even more so. ||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!" wall of science: gdamned trolls Principalpoop: pooting took crimea, what next? Nabby: Love the station Mark: pay your toll to the troll Beet: Some claim "the most beautiful women" in Ukraine Dexter Fong: Poop: I prefer to call him Putan Nabby: haha Cease: wgere would tolkein be without trolls Principalpoop: french for whore, farting would work too Nabby: You've had a village and a half between ya Mark: in the mountain with the Dwarfs. Quick toss me another one lily: Puntang Mark: nassy ||||||||| 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." st slade: Eye thought it was Eye-talian. lily: he is Principalpoop: thats right Nabby: As smooth as a crushed dwarf in a wind tunnel Dexter Fong: The Giant Rat take one Mark: only if it looks back Nabby: What? Mark: I've lost my pliers Nabby: Gnawy! ||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?" Dexter Fong: or....The FireGoon Theatre lily: hand me the pliers DJTween: that it is, Dex Mark: eye talian shoes for the dead: I'll take two Cease: then you can't be a dentist Nabby: Zircon encrusted pliers Beet: Watching Rathbone Sherlock Holmes last night and Watson mentions Giant Rat Dexter Fong: Then I'll be an Oral Hygeniest Mark: heavy on the 30 weight ||||||||| 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!" Nabby: Firesign is an oral tradition Principalpoop: furtive knocking on the door st slade: Tweeze the wheeze ||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..." st slade: Please Mark: hygene in a mouth. hmm Nabby: Nyuck nyuck nyuck Mark: I'd rather be a gynocologist/ Principalpoop: calico gym socks Cease: thanks to dex i have a bunch of goons, but this is much better Mark: as I snap my rubber gloves shoes for the dead: Flathead Indian st slade: Well we could always use fresh eggs. Beet: a spelunker Stlouielou: yikes ||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!" Cease: from a slightly later era Dexter Fong: Cat: Apples and oranges y dear firend, clak and cheese Principalpoop: watch out for the bees Dexter Fong: Chalk lily: under the hood Dexter Fong: friends Dexter Fong: my Mark: band camp 71 singing to the church of the blinding light Cease: eqaully nutritious fruit Mark: only if you have a banana Principalpoop: yes we have no bananas residualecho: Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana. Mark: Tonto. You go to town. Nabby: diplomat in a bun Mark: ooops wrong show st slade: Now there's a headstone above a Spike Milligan plot residualecho: How many time flies fit in a Martian Klein bottle? Principalpoop: tonto marx, the outcast brother Mark: all of them Nabby: That's what I was thinking Ppoop shoes for the dead: and none of them ||||||||| Mary Ellen enters at 9:57 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Haberdashery Barn. Mark: but the one who stayed home Dexter Fong: Residual: Trick question...Martian Klein bottle sealed on all three ends Principalpoop: ok, you can the points, at minus infinity, they would do me any good anyway st slade: Even Gummo and zippo residualecho: On which side? Nabby: time flies, hmm.... right Dexter Fong: Hi ME Nabby: you me gumbo Nabby: mean Principalpoop: mary ellen, did you get your chores done? Mark: no the flies take their time before the week is gone Dexter Fong: I'm not mean to gumbo , he likes it like that Principalpoop: brioche Mark: Is the maid still with Porgy? Dexter Fong: Mark: Unless they're May flies ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. Dexter Fong: Poop: Roux Mark: but it's still March. where's the time machine when you need it Nabby: time flies may stick to the flypaper before they land Cease: Mama Roux, my favourite Dr. John tune Dexter Fong: In the future Lieutenant Principalpoop: ahh i burned mine, rats Nabby: The good doctor is so fine ||||||||| 10:01 PM: Bunnyboy jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!" lily: smoked it Mark: no the rat is already been eaten Dexter Fong: afkfr Nabby: Bunny Bunnyboy: oh hey shoes for the dead: not on a mobius strip flypaper st slade: Only two hours, Dr. Strangelove? betty jo bialafski: I wish I had an astrolabe Principalpoop: my eyes, doctor my eyes have seen the years Beet: hi bunny DJTween: Hey Bunny Principalpoop: hip hop bunny Mark: hippity hoppity Cease:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ZgaMdysMzU&feature=kp Nabby: hmm good point shoes Cease: The bun man cometh Principalpoop: an astro lab retriever? Nabby: Hop hop hop to Hoppers Nabby: Cappy! Captain Equinox: hey, that's ME! Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the story behind “PINK HOTEL BURNS DOWN” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=phbd-ln Principalpoop: i thought fong was going to hit me, and so I hit him back first ||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?" Beet: No, I'm me. That;s just a holygram DJTween: Sounds like GW Bush logic, P Nabby: The hour of the woof Principalpoop: a known known, that st slade: I'll get to it Rufus! Enfroced reading of the reading is Marked in Time for the books. Mark: you don't appear to be religious Nabby: Let's hear it for Don Rumsfeld Mark: I didn't Mark anything Nabby: *raspberry* Principalpoop: donny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling Cease: i prefer actual rum Rufus_T_Firetween: that's not a book, Slade, just a web page at Firesign Media Beet: Hey, Tween, right channel seems to be fading in and out st slade: Nice thing about internet radio, no 12 minute window... Stlouielou: rum good Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the liner notes “PINK HOTEL BURNS DOWN” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=phbd-ln Nabby: Har har har Rufus_T_Firetween: I should have made that more clear Mark: I thought I had a short in my head phone Dexter Fong: That's better Tween Nabby: I can hear it zizzing Stlouielou: I short in my headphones one Cease: i remember when bergman as Way into the video game thing. pink hotel, and eobe are from thatr era Principalpoop: sizziling shoes for the dead: and dripping st slade: I know Rufus, I meant to say I'll read it later Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the liner notes for “PINK HOTEL BURNS DOWN” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=phbd-ln Beet: AOK. Thanks Beet: Oops gone again Mark: my wife looking funny at me while playiny with head phone cable Rufus_T_Firetween: k Slade :) DJTween: lol Mark Cease: better than playing with your head Stlouielou: yeah, they don't like to watch that Principalpoop: no diddling or fiddling Dexter Fong: It is? lily: do you have the head phones on the right head? Mark: Still enjoying the show on the left. My right brain has ceased Nabby: Firesign should be an online world - Let's call those Oculus, er, Facebook guys Principalpoop: wrong brain, like the gilligan episode Nabby: On second thought let's not Stlouielou: lol #1 for Lilly Dexter Fong: One head; two brains; Quadrophenia lily: thanks Nabby: Which Gilligan ep? Mark: it's the one with 2 eyes. Right? Beet: Two heads are better Principalpoop: where they switched bodies, the mad scientist Dexter Fong: and two eyes left Nabby: Ohhh ya lily: Its been so long I would have to look that up DJTween: ** Don’t forget to check out the Firesign Theatre Funway for a cool page full of Flash goodies. Just move your cursor over various areas of the page - https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/funway.html residualecho: Firesign was one of the very first online worlds. How far back does Firemud go? st slade: Qaudrophenia. That takes me back, goemetrically. Cease: speakikngf of firesign, interesting article in new yorker last week about video visionary ryan trematrin? forget name but you can google him. his vids are interesting to watch but the audio really sucks. i think would work very well with firesign though Mark: two brains one head. Principalpoop: who? Cease: 97 maybe Principalpoop: go on, guess who? Nabby: afk for a bit ||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| dude - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| Dr. Dog - dead from measles ||||||||| JoeBeets - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Principalpoop: have a bite and not just a bit st slade: Horton? residualecho: I would've thought 94 or 5? Dexter Fong: Poop: The man in the iron mac? Mark: Tim Horton? Cease: no this chat started in 95 soi firemud must have been the previous year, 94. elayne will know if she shows up. she started this chat in 95 Dexter Fong: Horton Who, that's whoooooooo shoes for the dead: 25 or 624? ||||||||| 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: no no, not dr or mister spock st slade: Never heard of him Bunnyboy: Any word from Merlyn or Sid Fudd? Mark: I'd rather have the coffee Cease: are you from that era, resid? ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Uhclem inside, makes a note of the time (10:11 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. Principalpoop: purple microdots and orange sunshine, the colors Beet: haven't shown tonight, bunny Cease: el tried to drag me into it as Dr. Tim but it didn't interest me. Principalpoop: ahhh, clem DJTween: Haven't seen either this evening, Bunny residualecho: I met Elayne in 94 at Imagineering, where inventive memory has me playing it from there/then Cease: but i was here for the first chat, and most since. DJTween: Hi clem lily: whoa baby Mark: chocolate chip was much better. Captain Equinox: gotta fly, Folks. See ya next week! ||||||||| 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: whoa daddy Cease: we have baby's on chat now? Principalpoop: ciap capitan Cease: hi clem. don't clam up on us DJTween: later, Captain Beet: nite, cap DJTween: be well, Charlie Stlouielou: adios Mark: which baby you refer ing to? Cease: by cap shoes for the dead: By Eq Mark: nite capt. lily: The older you get eerybodies a baby Principalpoop: walking the dog, brb Uhclem: Can't stay. Stopped in for a quck laugh. Stlouielou: is that code? DJTween: lol Dexter Fong: ha ha ha residualecho: The older you get the younger everybody looks Mark: quick laugh Uhclem: no. Smoker's cough. Beet: code in the nose? shoes for the dead: no, an old song, Stl Cease: the mystery of the universe. perhaps we will learn there are more than one in our lifetimes lily: I am out see yas next week and thanks for the laughs Cease: true, resid Dexter Fong: ha ha Mark: night lily Cease: by lily. keep on laughing Beet: Good night to you, darling Lily Stlouielou: Auf Weidersain lily residualecho: The best mysteries are replaced with bigger and better mysteries, and the best mystery of all is the Big Mystery Joke Book Uhclem: I don't think I have room for more than one universe in this lifetime lily: bye shoes for the dead: by lil Nabby: So fun to hear Tween Nabby: back dere den Nabby: oh gnight Lily Beet: That was fun Mark: there's a universe? ||||||||| 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!" Cease: you may be living a variety of lives in others, clem Uhclem: ok, alleged universe. Nabby: Marching is fun to have Stlouielou: Sumatra?...I just met ya? Bunnyboy: BIG MYSTERY JOKE BOOK is the other. st slade: I have no glossies of my left foot, but I remember liking the film Mark: gazunhite Uhclem: hmmm ... I may need to investigate myself residualecho: And One is Nothing. Nabby: Well said Tween Cease: very well said, tween. everyone should have the cds Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Peter Bergman’s “TRUE CONFESSIONS OF THE REAL WORLD” Here >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=tcotrw-rv Bunnyboy: And, this improved edition is a first-time transcript of EVERYTHING YOU KNOW IS WRONG! DJTween: absolutely, cease DJTween: kewl, Bunny :) Bunnyboy: Whoops! Talkin' to my virtual TweenerRadio. DJTween: lol Nabby: Gotta czech out Profiles in Barbecue Sauce https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/firesale/firesale.php Mark: Nice shootin stuff with you guys. 430 is close at hand. Must do another over rated subject . SLEEP. C- YA DJTween: rest well, Mark Nabby: Take care Mark Cease: by mark ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - from the DOMM Let’s Eat Broadcasts “THE DR. BEANBAG SHOW”- 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' wall of science: but i like my crappy mp3s ripped from usenet, it's like listening to bad vinyl chopped up into 1s and 0s DJTween: hehe WoS Uhclem: Night. I won't slam down the keyboard. Cease: more original firesign material that you would believe is in really shitty audio st slade: Have a nice sleep, Time. residualecho: "One, and his lovely consort, Zero!" -- Peter Bergman, in response to our business card, "Ones & Zeroes Surreal Estate" residualecho: Happy landing, Mark ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "10:23 PM and late as usual, it's more sugar, just back from Chicago." Dexter Fong: Hi more Nabby: Binary space cadets like more sugar Dexter Fong: Binary space cadets = one plebe, two brains residualecho: Morse Science! Cease: who ordered more sugar? DJTween: Hi MS Nabby: Leather thighs! Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the liner notes for 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 Bunnyboy: Oh, it's shimmying time again. Happy days, all! ||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| lily - dead from measles ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Cease: by bun ||||||||| Bunnyboy leaves at 10:25 PM, singing "Oh, I'm just a little fishy, floating in the sea, and there ain't no hook that's smart enough to catch the likes of me..." 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 Dexter Fong: You shake it Bunny Cease: by measles Nabby: Oh oh later BunnyB ||||||||| 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!" residualecho: Sounds like a call to sweeten the mix! Nabby: Wix mich was that Cease: best food i've ever eated was a prawn dish at a restaurant called Mix in The Hotel in Vegas. ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and announces "Presenting 'weeze', just granted probation at 10:27 PM", then leaves hurriedly. DJTween: Hi weeze Cease: squeeze? Nabby: weezer beezer Beet: Not Insane 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: Not insane! ||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?" weeze: Thats me a honky Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the liner notes for 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 Cease:http://seemrealland.blogspot.ca/2011_02_01_archive.html st slade: Need a squeeze, Weeze Cease: at the bottom is my review of Mix. food as good as the firesign theatre residualecho: All these ads are making me yearn for a Whiz in the fridge. weeze: need more sugar Cease: honkies, who never got the farm Nabby: who doesn't ||||||||| "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!" Nabby: Reflecty C weeze: Never got the farm cause I'm back in the shadows again Cease: no shadows, no light Dexter Fong: I've seen Paree, you can't keep me down on the farm Nabby: no smoke, no work weeze: just hangin with artie choke residualecho: Highly reflective photos at the top of the reviews, Cease shoes for the dead: no smoke, no work ||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!" ||||||||| bob enters at 10:32 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Hat Pack Annex. Dexter Fong: No light, no Paree Cease: in this book about the air farce i'm reading, they go by a library and one of them goes in, comes out with a bunch of books. why all the books, they ask him? no input no output he answered. shoes for the dead: echo in here Cease: very very very firesonian Dexter Fong: Resid: Cat is the master of reflection Nabby: ec--- -n here residualecho: Goes in hear, must come out their Dexter Fong: i- --re shoes for the dead: ikerophone roblems ||||||||| "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!" Nabby: their what though Cease: yeah my main aesthetic interest the past 5 years has been reflections. wall of science: w--t? residualecho: Grelbner's disease Nabby: nice subject C Beet: is --is -icropho-- -orking Dexter Fong: As I reflect back upon my life and times, I find it hard to see Cease: half my blog posts are about some food i just ate, the others are images from recent photo trips. Cease: both are aesthetic mountain climbing DJTween: lol Dex Nabby: cannabis amelio...eases symptoms, residual residualecho: Thanks for snapping before it became food you just ate. Dexter Fong: ..and some are images from recent food trips Nabby: Dex lol Cease: my eyes are deteriorating so i have to get the most of them while i still have them ||||||||| 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." Dexter Fong: Thank you Darling Nabby Nabby: the time flies just got back Beet: same flies as before? residualecho: Darned eyes, getting in the way of the artist's EYE Dexter Fong: Black...OMG it's black fly season...take cover residualecho: Wait, these flies may not be on the same side. Nabby: same flies we have to launch them now (forward into the past) Dexter Fong: Proctor is great in this bit Nabby: Yepsk Dex Dexter Fong: See me smile Nabby: good stuff shoes for the dead: it's all the same side, res Cease: proc is not great in what? Dexter Fong: Resid: They're moebius flies Dexter Fong: DOn't start up Cat residualecho: With The Firesign Theatre, there are no "B" sides. Beet: constantly meeting themselves Cease: sounds like a stones song, dex Nabby: French flies? Dexter Fong: Clap is just the "B" side of love Cease: you know proc and mick were fucking the same woman in la? proc sat in on the goat head soup sessions Beet: std side Cease: one of my fave stones tunes, 100 years ago, may have had proc breathing in the background ||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Mary Ellen - dead from The Plague ||||||||| betty jo bialafski - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| Captain Equinox - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Mark - dead from the common cold ||||||||| Stlouielou - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Uhclem - dead from jaundice ||||||||| more sugar - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Dexter Fong: Cat: More 'Brown Sugar'? residualecho: "This is the "B" side of our platter, sports fans, and I'm singing just for you, covered in sequins." Nabby: Well that's very ...practical I suppose C Beet: everyone's leaving Dexter Fong: Elvis has entered the recording studio Nabby: Those are his footprints right there Cease: i met a girlfriend when we were dancing to that tune in a northern japanese city, dex Dexter Fong: Beet: They left long ago, Reaper just clears the decks wall of science: you kids and your gdamned 192/24 - we listened to FT in 32kbs or if we were lucky 64kbs mp3s stolen from usenet, shit vinyl rips from old cassettes, so much surface noise you'd think you were getting your teeth cleaned while listening to them... but we were damned glad to have 'em. take your gdamned compressed ipod shit and shove it, kiddo Beet: Oh Nabby: cool w of s Dexter Fong: Wall: Well ranted, dear friend Dexter Fong: +000 shoes for the dead: in a snowstorm too, wall!! Nabby: Why can't I meet a gf in northern Japan dang! ||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..." Dexter Fong: +))))) residualecho: We memorized the kaCHUNK of the 8 track amidst the clouds inside The Mystery Machine Nabby: that's great st slade: Nice Viv reference echo ||||||||| 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' Beet: not bowing enough Nab? Nabby: Perhaps! Nabby: Maybe there's still time... If I get the treatments.... Dexter Fong: Today, thanks to the Hubble Telescope, we realize the "KaChunk" is only a colision between the galazy Hammond B3 and the KennyG galaxy Cease: go teach english there, nabby. works for everybody. i was in a city inland a bit from the tsunami. thankfully Nabby: They made me smoke it, honest residualecho: My first FST album was warped, because it was a promotional copy only mailed to me by the Live Earl Jive because I won the dial-in on KYMS and then guessed which of 10 songs he had cued, and I guessed that it was "Do the Locomotion" by GFO, and I was right about the comet. shoes for the dead: cosmic, Dex Beet: If you marry Japanese, keep her there. Don't let her come to the U.S. Nabby: *sigh* Yes C....I would, I wish.... Cease: you'd have to be a really really really lousy guy not to find a girlfirend in japan. Dexter Fong: Beet: Right, she'll want to open another fucking Sushi Restaurant Nabby: With Leslies? Cease: we live in canada, beet. Nabby: Who's Leslie? Cease: we like to visit your country but that's it Beet: Oh residualecho: Some organs do leslie from time to time. Dexter Fong: Beet: Secretely, Cat loves the US Nabby: Of course he does Cease: i lived in la from jan 56 to jan 69. that's why i know the firesings from their origins Beet: The secret is out Nabby: What was that? Cease: thanks again, tween Dexter Fong: Thanks Tweeny Nabby: Thanks Dishnuts! wall of science: solid shoes for the dead: Thanks Tween! Dexter Fong: Read those books Tweeny Nabby: Thanks Kurt & Merle! Beet: Fun chat, everyone. Thanks Tween. G'Nite, all Cease: i lived in japan for most of the 70s and 80s. that doesnt make me japanese Dexter Fong: You know which ones I speak of wall of science: programmed anarchy shoes for the dead: Park it and Lock it! DJTween: lol Dex DJTween: one of these days ;) residualecho: I started listening to LA radio from the Nation State of Disneyland in 1965, and heard 'em on KPFK, KRLA, and KPPC. Nabby: My my my my I must derez. Take care all & be groovy! Dexter Fong: Tween: I know when I'm being stroked DJTween: Thanks for listening everybody, and have a great week. See you next time, same FireTime, same FireStation... wall of science: sect change, god i've started to memorize this one Dexter Fong: Keep it up (please) DJTween: it gets to, doesn't it WoS? Cease: by nab DJTween: *gets to you wall of science: it is sinking in for sure DJTween: Bye Nabby ||||||||| 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!" DJTween: hope we can Skype next week Cease: resid, they had a show on sunday mornings on kmet in late 68 DJTween: Until last time, again... residualecho: This is a show from the second tour I saw live Dexter Fong: Thanks also to Merlyn who is AWOL tonight wall of science: solid, jackson - out st slade: I enjoyed my time here tonight. I might have ben more chatty if this wasn't the one release I don't own. residualecho: I knew I'd left out a K. ||||||||| Rufus_T_Firetween is defenestrated just as the clock strikes 10:50 PM. ||||||||| DJTween rushes out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's DJTween?! It's 10:51 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!" Cease: slade, chat all you want. Dexter Fong: Slade: Unless youre a really serious archivist, there are many shows you likely dont have, but come again....please Cease: some of us are chattier than others, but whatever we feel like saying is usually said to an appreciative audience. residualecho: The Mighty Met had the Credibility Gap doing the news, but it wasn't the first place I heard Doctor D. Dexter Fong: Cat: Hear Here residualecho: Wear Where? Cease: dex.there are lots of shows even official archivist Taylor Jessen doesnt have, and its his job to find them. Dexter Fong: Ware? were? Dexter Fong: Cat: You bet, so let's get on him...er on them Cease: i taped some of their original work but the tapes dissolved before they could be properly coppied residualecho: Sounds like a John Cage performance in here. Dexter Fong: Space ship Al sent a ton 'o video to Taylor ||||||||| It's 10:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Nabby - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| weeze - dead from measles ||||||||| bob - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... residualecho: Ephemerality--a virtue and a curse. Cease: merl, doc tech and i each brought our dat machines to their seattle shows in 99 so we all have copies which doc turned into From teh Firezone cd from Lodestone Cease: but that's irrelevant now, as are all my hour hour original recordings, thanks to DOMM Cease: no resid. a fucking curfse residualecho: Leaving us all in purfuit of happineff Dexter Fong: Cat: WHile I understand why they cut out all the music from those shows, it would have been nice to hear the shows in their entirety residualecho: Copywrong Cease: i gave you tghe cds when i visited you 4 years ago, dex Dexter Fong: patents protected Dexter Fong: Cat: You did and muchas gracias residualecho: WaltsDeadNow Enterprises Cease: much grass is always better than less grass Dexter Fong: He certainly is, patent pending st slade: But are patients protected in the lawyers' hospital? residualecho: Walt's not Frozen, he's in suspended animation. Dexter Fong: Indeed Cat...went to a memorial service tonight for a omnivourous grass smoker named Doug Ireland st slade: Medicinally, that is Cease: there is a really good CBC show called The Nature of Things which is now airing a 4 part series called Wild Canada. Stunning nature photorgraphy ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. Cease: sorry to hear of his death Dexter Fong: He was fairly well known as a progressive activist, political writer st slade: If I take a screensaver of a silent exit, will anyone hear it? Dexter Fong: Slade: We'll keep our ears peeled residualecho: Not if it's J. Arthur Rank on Kicking the Gong Around in China Town Dexter Fong: How about if it's Cab Calloway kicking the gong around with Minnie the Moocher Cease:http://www.cbc.ca/natureofthings/ ||||||||| 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: back, I stopped and ate, you guys are still here Dexter Fong: No...we're not Cease: tonights episode is about "the heartland" where i'm from Principalpoop: oops, my mistake, clones Dexter Fong: Ventricle City, thats where I belong Principalpoop: foulcault wrote about the nature of things, gets deep fast st slade: I'm not here, and neither is my wife Principalpoop: in cardiac county? Dexter Fong: "someblody's" pendulum? Dexter Fong: body's ||||||||| 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!" Cease: here is or isnt Dexter Fong: Schroedinger's cat residualecho: Suffrajest CIty Cease: good song Principalpoop: he had a cat? i knew he had a blanket and piano Dexter Fong: Suffer the jester to come unto me saith Bob Dylan Cease: i'm nobody's cat Dexter Fong: But every one's pussy Principalpoop: did he tell that to the thief? Dexter Fong: ruff residualecho: saucer of milk? Cease: not even Dexter Fong: bottle of rye Principalpoop: not even is odd residualecho: Drink me! Smoke me! Dexter Fong: gotta love one drink till the day that I die Principalpoop: so bye bye miss american pie residualecho: Businessmen wining again... Cease: i have drank a lake of booze, smoked a forest of hemp Principalpoop: fruit of the vine, when you gonna let me get sober? Dexter Fong: I is Bidnessman, longing to be 'spensive residualecho: Gosh darn that Putin, man Dexter Fong: Putan, man Principalpoop: i don't even know my real name Dexter Fong: Prince Dexter Fong: Your name is Prince Cease: images of the praries are stunning on this show Dexter Fong: Prince Al Poop ||||||||| 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: oh thanks, and formerly? residualecho: I taught him to package his own stool, and sell it as bags of great shit. Dexter Fong: The Duke of Tords ||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..." Cease: but it's really Great shit, mrs presskey ||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| wall of science - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Beet - dead from measles ||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... residualecho: Just what this country needs. Dexter Fong: Turds ||||||||| "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: are you coming to colorado? remember to wear some flowers in your hair st slade: I want a Thnge! That's a medieval orange and rectangular vehicle, right? Dexter Fong: Okay dear friends, see y'all next week ||||||||| At 11:10 PM, Dexter Fong runs out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..." Principalpoop: might a;; Principalpoop: night all, have a super week Cease: off we flee ||||||||| 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!" residualecho: It's not just any Thnge. ||||||||| Cease leaves to catch the 11:11 PM train to Funfun Town. Principalpoop: i hope spring has spring where you are ||||||||| At 11:11 PM, Principalpoop dashes out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..." st slade: I can't sleep yet, they want more sugar! residualecho: Little churds burped on every fornicating tree, and my sinuses have had just about enough of all their pollination. residualecho: (It's ok, the judges are from California too) residualecho: Wait, there's an Ice Cream Trucking, on Dutch Elm Street. I'll go get my nickel. ||||||||| residualecho departs at 11:16 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?" ||||||||| It's 11:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| st slade - dead from measles ||||||||| 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
betty jo bialafski
Bunnyboy
Captain Equinox
Cease
Dexter Fong
DJTween
JoeBeets
lily
Mark
Nabby
Principalpoop
residualecho
Rufus_T_Firetween
shoes for the dead
Stlouielou
st slade Uhclem
wall of science
weeze
