Weekly Firesign Chat Cheese Log

A Firesign Chat
05/15/2014

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||||||||| 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 May 15, 2014 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| 7:47 PM: GovSlugwell jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!"
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 8 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| 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 DJTween plummets into the garden at 8:02 PM.
DJTween: allo gov
DJTween: Oh no! It's Sluggo!
||||||||| 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 **'
||||||||| Outside, the 8:16 PM crosstown bus from Billville pulls away, leaving wake coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
wake: koff koff koff
||||||||| At 8:18 PM, wake dashes out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
||||||||| Catherwood walks up and intones "Presenting 'wake', just granted probation at 8:20 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
||||||||| Catherwood says "8:20 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs wake by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "8:20 PM and late as usual, it's wake, just back from Elmertown."
wake: hmmmmm
||||||||| wake leaves at 8:21 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..."
||||||||| wake enters at 8:21 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and dashes off to the Chapeau Manger.
wake: something not right
wake: can't see my own chat
||||||||| "8:22 PM? I'm late!" exclaims wake, who then rushes out through the french doors and down through the flowerbeds.
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 8:22 PM, dragging wake by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this idiot?"
wake: vvvvvvvv
wake: nuttin
DJTween: hello hello hello
||||||||| wake departs at 8:24 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
||||||||| At 8:26 PM, DJTween hurries out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies DJTween in through the front door at 8:26 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
||||||||| wake enters at 8:27 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and hurries off to the Chapeau Manger.
||||||||| New topic: 'Tonight's feature - THE BRIDE OF FIRESIGN'
wake: I see myself in the log
DJTween: wb Wake
DJTween: I can see you just fine
||||||||| 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!"
wake: nothing on the screen
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
||||||||| 8:28 PM -- wake left for parts unknown. (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
DJTween: Make sure you have javascript enabled
||||||||| "8:29 PM? 8:29 PM!!" says Catherwood, "wake should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as wake enters and sits in the comfy chair.
DJTween: Hi Wake
wake: sheeeesh
wake: thanks DJ
wake: will check
wake: sez java is enabled in the browser
||||||||| wake says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, wake exits at 8:32 PM.
||||||||| Catherwood enters with wake close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 8:32 PM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the Aviary.
||||||||| At 8:32 PM, wake vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'wake', just granted probation at 8:33 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
||||||||| At 8:33 PM, wake vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
||||||||| Catherwood leads wake in through the front door at 8:34 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
wake: how about
||||||||| At 8:35 PM, wake vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
||||||||| Catherwood ushers BlueMoss into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, grumbles something about 8:35 PM, then departs.
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:35 PM and wake bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
||||||||| 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)'
DJTween: Hey wake
DJTween: Hi Moss
wake: nope changed browsers
BlueMoss: howdy
GovSlugwell: This land has LOTS of browsers
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "8:37 PM and late as usual, it's Rufus_T_Firetween, just back from Funfun Town."
DJTween: lol
wake: rhymes with mausers
DJTween: 'and java script to break them when the sun, goes, down...'
wake: is this it???
DJTween: that's all there is???
||||||||| "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!"
||||||||| "Hey wake!" ... wake turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 8:41 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
DJTween: the streams are up
DJTween: the music will start just a tad before 1/4 of
GovSlugwell: is hat all there is to a feline knawing on a a high-velocity magazine rifle and a pair of levi's?
||||||||| 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 wake plummets into the garden at 8:41 PM.
DJTween: sounds like something out of a Hunter S. Thompson story
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
GovSlugwell: that
wake: geeez sorry guys I was looking forwarrd to....
||||||||| wake, spotting Bradshaw, runs into The Aviary.
GovSlugwell: to stuff trees
||||||||| DJTween sneaks away to The Aviary...
||||||||| 8:45 PM -- DJTween enters. (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
BlueMoss: starship trooper, solid
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies D James inside, makes a note of the time (8:46 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
DJTween: Hi James
DJTween: some good old live Yes :)
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - Warm Up Music (Yes, Edgar Winter) - 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 stomps in at 8:47 PM, dragging wake by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yo-yo?"
||||||||| wake sneaks away to The Aviary...
||||||||| Outside, the 8:49 PM crosstown bus from Billville pulls away, leaving EWeston coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 8:49 PM, dragging lily by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this web surfer?"
||||||||| wake walks in and says "It's 8:49 PM, has anybody seen Nancy?"
EWeston: Hi Lily, Tweeny and the rest of you lugs
wake: I hope it's twerking
wake: YAY
wake: !!!!!!!!
lily: hey EW
EWeston: Ve has some used vorks
DJTween: Eureka!
wake: firefox wasn't letting the page reload
DJTween: Hi EW
||||||||| 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."
GovSlugwell: Are these threads archived?
DJTween: Hi lily
GovSlugwell: I don't mean , like, is this part of a textile Museum.
DJTween: Yes Governor
lily: hey djt
wake: Hello all
GovSlugwell: Call me Gov'
GovSlugwell: or slug
DJTween: Governor - The Cheese Log - https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/chat/logs/indexx.html
wake: hi gov
GovSlugwell: or well, not late to chatroom
DJTween: ok guv :)
wake: I haven't been here for over a year
||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!"
DJTween: Wow, that long?
DJTween: What's been keepin' ya?
EWeston: We have KC Kasem. We are willing to trade him for a truck load or accordians
DJTween: lol
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Dexter Fong in through the front door at 8:54 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
DJTween: Hey Dex
wake: maybe longer----- big crackdown @ work
GovSlugwell: LOL!
EWeston: No lie he was found today in Kitsap County
wake: no computer "funtime" allowed
DJTween: I heard
DJTween: Ah, well wake that'll do it :/
EWeston: Depend on what you mean by fun
wake: I remember DEX-----------> combing hair
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "8:56 PM and late as usual, it's Cease, just back from Minnesota."
||||||||| 8:57 PM: Beet jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!"
DJTween: Wow, forgot you were in Thailand
Beet: Dear Friends! Howz everybody 2nite?
DJTween: Hey Cease
DJTween: Hi Beet
EWeston: Beet and a belated howdy to Dex
Beet: Hi CS, Tween etc
GovSlugwell: VERY HAPPY MAC NAM
EWeston: An Cease
Beet: 'Lo EW
Dexter Fong: Evening all...Hey Beet, Cat, Tweeny, EW, Gov, lily, WAKE!, et alia
wake: Hi Cease .... do you remember ol' wakey wakey?
GovSlugwell: et alia
||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!"
Beet: Actually saw Edgar Winter perform this live once.
DJTween: kewl
EWeston: Eet ees Alia! Queek, fall over
Cease: Hi folks
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 8:59 PM, dragging Bozo by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
DJTween: Hi Bozo
Bozo: hi
||||||||| 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 strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, May 15, 2014 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
||||||||| Outside, the 9:00 PM crosstown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving Mr. and Mrs. John Smith coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
EWeston: Nice reverb
||||||||| Catherwood leads Principalpoop inside, makes a note of the time (9:01 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
||||||||| "9:01 PM? 9:01 PM!!" says Catherwood, "shoes for the dead should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as shoes for the dead enters and sits on the divan.
Dexter Fong: Hey Poop
shoes for the dead: Howdy
Principalpoop: hey there
||||||||| 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!"
Beet: I'm going to have to purchase the Peter Bergman complilation.
Dexter Fong: Shoes
EWeston: Mista an Ms Smith and the Pooper show up, mysteriously.
wake: greets poop
Beet: . . . and learn how to spell "compilation".
Principalpoop: manage en trow
Mr. and Mrs. John Smith: I couldn't get you to believe my name is "Mr. and Mrs. John Smith", coulds I?
Beet: Hi Poop
Principalpoop: the dog brought you here
EWeston: Keep your entrenching tool handy
Principalpoop: what is the rod? todd
shoes for the dead: gonna get deep
EWeston: Never know when somtin might try to crawl out of the dish
Dexter Fong: I remember when Bride first came out and most people -me included- pretty much hated that first cut
Cease: edwin has gone deep twice tonight. jays up over bergman's indians, 4-2 in the 5th
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “THE BRIDE OF FIRESIGN” - listen to the stream at 128k at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k for dial-up users at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u - THIS ALBUM MAY BE PURCHASED AT >> (http://www.amazon.com/Bride-Firesign-Theatre/dp/B00005NQK4)'
Principalpoop: the first cut is the deepest, or so I have heard
EWeston: What kind of propaganda buget you got Smith's?
Dexter Fong: Poop: Not in this case
EWeston: Gotta at least stun them
Cease: sounds like bergman talking to himself
DJTween: It was a strange opening to the album for sure, Dex, I've er, grown to like it in the context of the album
DJTween: Hey P
DJTween: Hi Shoes
DJTween: Hi Mr/Mrs Smith
Beet: hey shoes
Dexter Fong: Tween: I've never seen any context with the rest of the album
||||||||| 9:06 PM: Rogrr jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!"
DJTween: So folks, was that Tweeny echo opening effective, or should I ditch it?
Dexter Fong: Just an excuse to make way too many dick jokes
DJTween: Hi Rogrr
||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'Merlyn', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:07 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room...
DJTween: A flowing cornucopia of dick jokes, for sure lol
Dexter Fong: Hi Merlyn
DJTween: Hey Merlyn
Rogrr: Hey! DJTween
EWeston: Merly
shoes for the dead: hey Merlyn
Principalpoop: Hey M, what part of your body stands up for you like your dick?
Cease: Hi Merl
Merlyn: hey
Merlyn: my dock
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Stlouielou inside, makes a note of the time (9:08 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Principalpoop: HIckory
Cease: i wonder if that's the only time the firesign quoted an actual poem in one of their albums
DJTween: Hi Louie
Beet: This is a bit of a stertch (hehe)
Stlouielou: Hey Bozo's
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Glen into the room, accepts a wooden nickel as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:09 PM, then departs.
Beet: atretch
DJTween: lol Beet
Beet: damn
EWeston: The bottom of my foot, but it makes it hard to walk
Principalpoop: they pulled a boner doing that one
DJTween: Hi Glen
Glen: Yo peeps.
Cease: motorbated?
Beet: bad typing night
DJTween: Very good, P lol
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'Jubal', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:09 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom...
lily: get that outta your shoe
DJTween: Hi Jubal
||||||||| It's 9:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| D James - dead from jaundice
||||||||| GovSlugwell - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
EWeston: Motorcycled
Principalpoop: hehe he said boner hehe
||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and intones "Announcing 'squeeze_the_wheeze', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:10 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room...
Principalpoop: whats real?
DJTween: Hi Wheeze
EWeston: Reaper's eager tonight
Beet: Get trucked
EWeston: Truck off...the road
lily: its that thing that holds the line for fishing
Stlouielou: don't fear the reper
squeeze_the_wheeze: hi all sorry i am larte
BlueMoss: that's a disturbing image - piss in the wall
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the liner notes for “THE BRIDE OF FIRESIGN” at >> hhttps://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=bof-ln
Beet: hey wheeze
shoes for the dead: is larte like latte?
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: noo, larte is one of the musqueteers
EWeston: Heavy on the physcotics
Rogrr: Yes, Ann Arbor...about 1973
squeeze_the_wheeze: i just couldn't find my cues
Principalpoop: it is turtles, all the way down
EWeston: Pretty wild bunch of minors
Cease: wasnt "this is great radio to watch" from 73, ann arbor?
Principalpoop: Ann Arbor, did she sing with Dinah Shore?
Rogrr: Something like that...I've slept since then.
Cease: speaking of turtles, flo and eddy had the firesign on their show once. very noisy
shoes for the dead: no her gardener
EWeston: With Terry Trelis
Cease: i reccomend the turtle guy's autobi, if only for the stories about zappa
Principalpoop: or was it Myrna Loy?
lily: Bea Arthur
shoes for the dead: Ida Lupino
EWeston: No her dress in a separte appearence
Principalpoop: before goldengirls?
Rogrr: Aunt Bea??
EWeston: Jack Benny in drag
Cease: i think that radio-tv show is the funniest thing i've ever heard proctor and bergman do
Principalpoop: you are thinking of Milton Bearle, or Flip Wilson
shoes for the dead: I don't wanna Bea Arthur I wanna be Frank
Cease: nigh in jail was i think oona's nickname for her high school, or one of the firesign wives
Principalpoop: oh be Ernest
EWeston: And I'll be Roger
DJTween: TV or Not TV, Cease?
lily: The devil made me do it
DJTween: lol Cease, I didn't know that about Oona
Rogrr: Say what???
Cease: no This is Great Radio to Watch. proc berg on a university radio station, filmed by Bambi
EWeston: The devil drives fashion
lily: what
shoes for the dead: what
Cease: might have been Tiny, i forget
Principalpoop: Here comes da judge, I think that is pic now
EWeston: Ampere Watt
DJTween: Wow, cool Cease
Mr. and Mrs. John Smith: They've got the wrong man.
Principalpoop: tiptoe through the tulips
||||||||| 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 Ralph plummets into the garden at 9:19 PM.
lily: not gonged
Cease: they discussed it on one of their radio shows, tween.
EWeston: Abuse of a ukele, five pounds please
Ralph: whoa.... where am i?
Cease: they sure got a lot of mileage out of Nick
EWeston: There is a deposit though
Principalpoop: you might be here, let me check, yep, right there
shoes for the dead: no one knows for sure, Rog
DJTween: Hi Ralph
lily: if you lived here you would be home by
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the liner notes for “THE BRIDE OF FIRESIGN” at >> hhttps://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=bof-ln
lily: 10:00
Ralph: Greetings from the city of........
DJTween: gardens?
Dexter Fong: your area
Rogrr: Just keep your hands in your pocket and whistle Dixie.
lily: stem
Beet: when people don't know firesign very well, nick is what they remember
||||||||| Catherwood escorts redanzl in through the front door at 9:21 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
EWeston: Nice bridge in.......
DJTween: BTW, all the keywords they talk about on this album work on the site
Principalpoop: only 9.5, he did not stick the landing
Ralph: the Rumpleforeskin Mall???
DJTween: Hi redanzl
Cease: in some ways their most accessible, beet
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
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the liner notes for “THE BRIDE OF FIRESIGN” at >> hhttps://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=bof-ln
Principalpoop: redanzl redanzl let down your locks
shoes for the dead: and let my ship pass
EWeston: Bradshaw needs a bread...hmmm.
||||||||| At 9:23 PM, redanzl hurries out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
Principalpoop: squeeze shoes right there, he might pass another
Stlouielou: atta boy luther
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
Principalpoop: You saw the bleeding portait too?
||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Bozo - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Stlouielou: cou;dn't get it off with Bon Ami
EWeston: Those eyes still follow you, around the room
Stlouielou: they have thos old Simmons eyes
shoes for the dead: shaadup
Principalpoop: We have become a world of barney Fifes, where is our Andy Griffin?
EWeston: Never on black velvet
Principalpoop: Wots real?
Stlouielou: he spends his time in Mout Piolt now that Aunt Bea opened that Hotter's
Stlouielou: hooters
DJTween: These days, Andy is sitting in his office remotely droning people
shoes for the dead: oily stare
EWeston: Proteins
Principalpoop: Does clara work there? wowzits
Stlouielou: lol
Principalpoop: acrylicks
EWeston: Soem say a penis pump is useful foe that
Cease: what's a job to a dog?
Ralph: I've never been so ameliorated
EWeston: Amelia comes on strong
Ralph: cell phone -- hahaha
Principalpoop: is that like angies list, amelia rating?
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
Ralph: Lake Wannabe
Stlouielou: I;m on Angies shit list
Principalpoop: lake winniepoopoo
EWeston: As a double agent she's Amelia ratting
Principalpoop: shit shit or things to do?
EWeston: The still have a merit badge for that?
Stlouielou: when your slidin in to third and you start to feel a turd
DJTween: >>Ralph: Lake Wannabe << maybe a little dig at PHC?
Principalpoop: rats must gnaw, or their teeth grow into their brains
Ralph: hahaha PHC
EWeston: Their great with the fretwork
DJTween: Cease, do you know if any of the members of FST have been on Prairie Home Companion?
||||||||| 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!"
Ralph: now there's a marriage made in Minnesota
Cease: i know not, tween. Merl might know
shoes for the dead: yashure
Beet: Doesn't seem much like their type of venue to me
Ralph: whatta bunch a hosers
Stlouielou: mystic crocodile ...wasn't she a stripper?
Beet: Sartre's No Exit Mobius strip
EWeston: Austin could do some Red Greenback and the Blueboys songs
Principalpoop: please don't mention blueboys, it just makes them feel worse
Ralph: Bonzo Dog Night
EWeston: As long as they don't threaten to get married
EWeston: Alvins no relation to Mr Apollo
Principalpoop: doctor firesign, the evil doctor
lily: hole in the wall
||||||||| "9:37 PM? 9:37 PM!!" says Catherwood, "''Bob'' should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as ''Bob'' enters and sits at the bar.
EWeston: Fly in a hole in the wall
Principalpoop: window or door?
shoes for the dead: hey Bob
Ralph: Transexylvania
Rogrr: Hi bob!
EWeston: I put screens on all the holes in my walls
Principalpoop: hy=i bob
''Bob'': Hey there, Bozos! What did I miss?
EWeston: The world ended
shoes for the dead: all the exposition
||||||||| "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: how does the hole in the roof keep my mind from wandering?
Beet: As we know it
Principalpoop: where it will go
Ralph: the Supermodel Monster Sale at Ralph's
DJTween: Hi Bob
EWeston: It gets tirered trying to jump out
lily: it wandered in my back garden
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the liner notes for “THE BRIDE OF FIRESIGN” at >> hhttps://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=bof-ln
Principalpoop: every garden grows one, a thorn tree
Stlouielou: it really doesn't matter if I'm wrong or right
EWeston: She wandered throught the garden fence and said
||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Jubal - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Glen - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Mr. and Mrs. John Smith - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| wake - dead from The Plague
||||||||| squeeze_the_wheeze - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Principalpoop: quite a melage of diseases there
DJTween: bzzzzzzzzt, oh sorry, they didn't beat the reaper...
EWeston: No ebola?
''Bob'': I just knew those vaccinations were a scam.
lily: I love to bend over and
Principalpoop: don't eat the daisies or yellow snow
shoes for the dead: 24 Hr. Mers
Stlouielou: Wow, we lost more people than a turkish coal mine....too soon?
EWeston: Pick up sticks?
lily: weed the garden
Principalpoop: ouch
EWeston: Reapers got an edge tonight
lily: move the logs
EWeston: That's George
Principalpoop: i lost my right ear
shoes for the dead: bride loinong
DJTween: audio problems, P?
EWeston: Its now living the life in the Bermuda rectangle
Ralph: there's a methodist lab in the kitchen!
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
Rogrr: Tender loin?
Principalpoop: my right ear stopped, my local audio programs plays both
Beet: Evrerything is in the left channel.
shoes for the dead: he can shout, don't hear you
EWeston: Methodist pod people?
Stlouielou: I, for one, welcome our reptialian overlords
Dexter Fong: Beet: You right...thought it was output
Dexter Fong: thanks tweeny
EWeston: Disarmed I'm sure
Principalpoop: it was back, for a moment
BlueMoss: ok, that's got it
Principalpoop: there it is
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Lucien into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:45 PM, then departs.
Beet: just popped back
DJTween: GD microconnectors!
Stlouielou: mine cut out a few seconds
DJTween: sorry about that
||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!"
DJTween: thanks for mentioning it P
DJTween: Hi Lucien
BlueMoss: np
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "9:46 PM and late as usual, it's Nabby, just back from Minnesota."
EWeston: Globbner's syndrome probably
Principalpoop: i am deaf in one ear and cannot hear in the other, if one goes, I am lost
Rogrr: Hey Lucien!!
DJTween: Hi Nabby
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Principalpoop: lucien and blue moss snuck in, and np tween
Beet: Nabby's here. Howdy
shoes for the dead: hey Nabby
EWeston: That's what seeing ear parrots are created for
Dexter Fong: Darling Nabby
Rogrr: hey Nabby
Nabby: Howdy beet & Tween & shoes & Dex & all
Nabby: Rogrr
Principalpoop: wow that is a good idea, do they work for peanuts and crackers?
EWeston: Kobe beef usually
Principalpoop: so it was nabby blocking the right channel on her way in hehe
EWeston: David does a good mad sicientist
DJTween: He really does, EW
Stlouielou: WHy the hell does nino show me in Miami evey week///that things more fuc&ed up than me
Dexter Fong: I'm in NYC and Nino says SYRACUSE
||||||||| 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: nabby and cease in mineapolis, sitting in a tree, k i s s i n g hehe
Ralph: hi nabby
DJTween: Nino does the best he can, but sometime's he's about as accurate as the early Apple Maps system ;)
Stlouielou: at least your in the same state
shoes for the dead: Hi NSA guy!
Nabby: What a world....
Cease: minne?
||||||||| Mayor P'nisnose strides up to the podium and speaks: "My fellow Armenians, if you have questions about exorcism, buy the new book "EXORCISM IN YOUR DAILY LIFE", now on sale. Incidentally, so is my vote."
Nabby: hey Ralph
shoes for the dead: a polis
Principalpoop: one of the twin cities, i think
Ralph: the Funatorium Exposition Barn
EWeston: Lets all scream together when we scream
Stlouielou: Nino is DRUNK....go home
Principalpoop: Laura moved there and worked at a tv station, rhoda next door
||||||||| 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!"
Nabby: The swin titties
shoes for the dead: the other is St. Pauligirl
Cease: this sounds like a reference to the opening of the show
DJTween: it does
EWeston: Penil or veneric often depends on your point of view
DJTween: per usual, there's _lots_ of stuff going on in the background
Principalpoop: updating java and flash and such
Ralph: now white just a minute....
Beet: somebody needs to find the manufacturer of those eyeball hats. I want one
DJTween: you're making solid coffee in the flash?
EWeston: I can toup for ours
Principalpoop: i have heard that question before, where am I?
DJTween: Yeah, they were really cool
Ralph: her authentic flimsy white berneuse
Principalpoop: noir but happy
shoes for the dead: noir left to go
EWeston: Fade to noir
lily: pick it up and run it back
Cease: music sounds like roller maidens
Principalpoop: neither here noir there
Beet: Let's EAT
Ralph: there's a Huckleporky's Pig-Out Palace!
Nabby: Indeedy
EWeston: Watch out for the isotopes
Principalpoop: you have echo disease tween, get well soon
Ralph: totally on headphones!
shoes for the dead: degraded audio?
EWeston: Subject to verbal abuse
Rogrr: All of the FT albums must be heard over and over.
DJTween: my 128k broadcast doesn't really do justice
Principalpoop: plenty good enough for me ears, like burnt toast is for my tapeworm
DJTween: agreed, Rogerr
Nabby: Out and over
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Principalpoop: crimson and clover
DJTween: Is the reverb too much, P?
EWeston: Tapeworms are fickle
Stlouielou: wobble
Principalpoop: crystal clear now tween, your talking had an slight echo, not a problem
Beet: love it
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Principalpoop: i did not notice you were out of sorts, can I send you some?
shoes for the dead: what sort do you need, Tween?
Nabby: You're doing great Tween
shoes for the dead: i might have a spare
DJTween: OK, P. Was playing with my new mixer's built-in effects
Rogrr: Yes, dear Lord...
EWeston: I'm sick of their lovem and leavem attitudes
DJTween: Thanks Nabby :)
Principalpoop: it was cool, just new, not sure if you knew it was happening hehe
lily: i just sold my old tweens
DJTween: k :)
Nabby: U betcha
||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!"
DJTween: Trading up to a new model, eh?
Principalpoop: how many holes? hubba hubba
lily: how many holes do you need?
EWeston: I've repaced them all with caisimer generators
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - from the DOMM Let’s Eat Broadcasts “THE NEW CHINESE REVUE”- 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: need or want? let us start with the knees hehe
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shoes for the dead: pograms
EWeston: The vacume energy of space can be your friend, or in law
lily: Knee holes poop?
Principalpoop: oh my yes
lily: lol
Beet: Just ordered True Confessions
Principalpoop: cool beet
DJTween: Cool, Beet :)
Principalpoop: he is tough, but funny
||||||||| bob enters at 10:06 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Hat Pack Annex.
EWeston: Breakaway knees from Ralphs used Body Parts
lily: sell the body parts you are tired of
DJTween: Hi bob
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
Principalpoop: the universe is infinite, sell us your liver
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Nabby: bob
EWeston: Is it worth refurbing body parts before you trade them in?
Cease: 2 bobs, one lily tonight
Nabby: Hi C & lily
||||||||| 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!"
lily: you can buff out the tire marks
Nabby: (snoozling)
Principalpoop: yum Hi C, have not had that for years
lily: HI nabby
Cease: Nabby
Principalpoop: we can see you had your fun
lily: smelled crayons today
EWeston: Not worth beating out the dents then
Beet: Hey lily
lily: hey beet
Principalpoop: I will stay smelling my fingers instead
Beet: Do they still smell like they used to?
lily: the dents give it character
Beet: crayons not fingers
Principalpoop: loool
lily: Beet it was wonderful
shoes for the dead: my fingers don't have noses
EWeston: That's what the saleman said
Nabby: what?
lily: what
||||||||| 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: what it is
Beet: what
Principalpoop: and the Jeopardy answer is "crayons not fingers":
EWeston: Dent, part of the patena of a ril lif
lily: you did not form that in a question
Principalpoop: ohh, that was the answer, you must give the question, geeesh
EWeston: Back to the Kraken pit again then
Beet: what is "what did you smell"?
Nabby: What's a ril lif?
Principalpoop: wow a passenger train is passing my house, i see all the windows and chairs
Nabby: What DID you smell?
Principalpoop: that is new
EWeston: A real life, with a bad purse
||||||||| 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."
lily: fish
shoes for the dead: like Rif Kif
Principalpoop: i heard they might start it up again, a trial run maybe
Nabby: smelt
Beet: Fishy crayons? I'm confused
EWeston: Kippin it realz
Nabby: Wax fish
Principalpoop: the question, What did y ou smell? loooool
shoes for the dead: what happens iof the train is guilty Poop?
lily: your fingers smell like fish my crayons are waxy and virgin
Principalpoop: stuck in the round house, not a big train person
EWeston: Water soluble crayons work pretty goodz
Nabby: Ever smoke turkey?
lily: you cam't keep it lit
EWeston: No I just made some chilie with some though
Beet: hard to roll
Nabby: It depends on which end
Cease: i had some smoked gin last month. i didn't know it existed
||||||||| 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."
shoes for the dead: a stoned Turk is easy to roll
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
EWeston: Avoid the soggy end
lily: save the popes nose for later
Nabby: EW ew
Principalpoop: soggy ends have their uses hehe
EWeston: Just trying to by unhelpfully helpful
Nabby: I appreciate it
Principalpoop: the pressed kissinger like a duck
Principalpoop: saved by the dog, he wants out, bbl
Nabby: death & taxis
EWeston: Gott doggy!
lily: and taxidermoy
lily: stuffed cabs
EWeston: Date you taxideterminist
EWeston: If you'd perfer a fig
lily: beautiul
Nabby: It's a very unusual hobby, stuffing cabs
Cease: not for a clown
Nabby: cabs stuffed with bozos
lily: yummy served with red sauce
Nabby: Jinx Cease
EWeston: There's always stuffing carbs
Nabby: & stuffing crabbes
shoes for the dead: or surfing cabs
EWeston: I once stuffed a triple barrel weber
Nabby: Cowabunga
shoes for the dead: ventrious
||||||||| 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."
lily: i have seen a two story weber
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 10:24 PM and Elayne waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
EWeston: That's some serious carburation
||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| bob - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Stlouielou - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Elayne: Evenin' all! Sorry I'm late, stuff to do.
Nabby: FF Phil
Cease: Hi El
DJTween: Hey E, a little late ;)
Nabby: Hi Elayne
||||||||| 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 listen to my show archives at www.kurtericson.com/txroadkill/roadkillshow'
Beet: Hi 'Layne
Elayne: It's Lili's birthay today but I don't think she'll show, she's probably playing pool.
||||||||| Catherwood enters and asks "Is there anythynge you want? By that I mean Anythynge You Want To, Shakespeare's Lost paperback Comedie in pre-electronic book form!"
shoes for the dead: a sopposed to comedic carburation
Nabby: Rewind Phil
DJTween: show's about to end
Cease: that's what they usually do on thursdays
EWeston: Hey E what kind of game is she palying with apool
Elayne: I don't usually tune in anyway, Tween, hard to type and listen at the same time. At least for me.
Nabby: Buns & Gutter
Elayne: EWeston, she and DocTec have these tournaments, apparently.
DJTween: A Game Of Pool, one of my all-time favorite TZ episodes
Rogrr: And all this time I've been waiting on Tuesdays!
Principalpoop: back, raining hard so a short dog walk, hi E
EWeston: I confess to being part of a family that had a small pool table that converted to a bad sofa
DJTween: Sorry they're making you work so late, E
Nabby: Dang it I can't rem game of pool - Now I'll have to find it
lily: if its raining cats and dogs why don't they want to go out in it
Elayne: Tween, I wasn't at work, I had stuff to do at home. :)
Cease: whatever chance they ever had of bein on the carson show vanished with this episode, i would guess
DJTween: excellent point, lily
EWeston: And now a rein of toads
Elayne: Every now and then I do things like fill in Previews the night before I go to the comic shop...
DJTween: Ah, OK
Nabby: indeed lily
Ralph: Hurrah!
Nabby: Hey Tween nice show as usual!
''Bob'': Thanks again, Tween!
Beet: An electric evening. Thanks Dr. Tween for a great job. Have a great nite, everyone.
shoes for the dead: Thanks Tween!
Cease: by tween.
DJTween: Thanks for listening everybody, and have a great week. See you next time, same FireTime, same FireStation...
Ralph: Austandish!
Principalpoop: thank you tween, feel better
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 10:30 PM, dragging Mr. Bark Bark by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yo-yo?"
shoes for the dead: Park it and Lock it!
Rogrr: HOORAY!!!
Nabby: Say goodnight Nabby.
Mr. Bark Bark: Not responsible!
EWeston: Enyoyed and sirjoyed by urp...all
lily: thanks tween and everybody see ya on the flip side
DJTween: missed the show, Bark :(
Nabby: Goodnight Nab---B'bye all!
Rogrr: Goodnight!
Cease: goodnight nabby
Principalpoop: ciao smooch all
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
Elayne: Ah... night all!
Mr. Bark Bark: Story of my life...
||||||||| Elayne dashes out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Elayne?! It's 10:31 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
||||||||| "Hey Principalpoop!" ... Principalpoop turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 10:31 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
lily: nite nite
Cease: by all
||||||||| Cease rushes off, saying "10:31 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
DJTween: by jove
DJTween: Until last time, again...
Dexter Fong: all bye
||||||||| DJTween says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, DJTween exits at 10:32 PM.
||||||||| Around 10:32 PM, Rufus_T_Firetween walks off into the sunset...
||||||||| Merlyn departs at 10:33 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
Ralph: see ya on the funway.......
||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Beet - dead from measles
||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from the common cold
||||||||| lily - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| EWeston - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Nabby - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| It's 10:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Ralph - dead from measles
||||||||| BlueMoss - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Rogrr - dead from The Plague
||||||||| ''Bob'' - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Mr. Bark Bark - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "11:39 PM and late as usual, it's Sean, just back from Astoria."
Sean: Fantastic!
Sean: I Live
Sean: I live in Flushing, not Astoria.
Sean: Ah well. I was an intern on this record. Sadly I received no credit! That's ok though, working alongside all 4 of those fellas was the greatest.
Sean: Good night Saigon
||||||||| It's 11:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Sean - dead from the common cold
||||||||| 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 leads Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) in through the front door at 12:59 AM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 1 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Oh no, Dear Freds! I am running late! But here's a "hello" from London! Flathead and I are looking forward to hosting our Firesign Friends in London this Summer.
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Ah, Sean! I see name Astoria. I knew a certain Waldorf Astoria on the West Side. A fine man as I recall!
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Good Morning, Hanoi Jane.
||||||||| It's 1:25 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Lucien - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| 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
BlueMoss
''Bob''
Bozo
Cease
Dexter Fong
DJTween
Elayne
EWeston
Glen
GovSlugwell
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!)
lily
Merlyn
Mr. and Mrs. John Smith
Mr. Bark Bark
Nabby
Principalpoop
Ralph
Rogrr
Rufus_T_Firetween
Sean
shoes for the dead
squeeze_the_wheeze
Stlouielou
wake

URL References:
https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/chat/logs/indexx.html
https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/firesale/firesale.php?audio#DUKEOFPFTFTJ
https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/funway.html
https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=bof-ln
https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=domm-ln
https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=tcotrw-rv
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u
http://www.amazon.com/Bride-Firesign-Theatre/dp/B00005NQK4
www.dishnuts.net
www.kurtericson.com/txroadkill/roadkillshow