||||||||| 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 29, 2014 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule... ||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and announces "Announcing 'DJTweeny', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 7:43 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom... ||||||||| New notice: '** There will be a Firesign Theatre/US Plus Stimulcast starting at 9pm EST this evening. Warm-up music begins around 8:45pm EST **' ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 8 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| New notice: '** There will be a Firesign Theatre/US Plus Stimulcast starting at 9pm EST this evening. Warm-up music begins around 8:45pm EST - 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)' ||||||||| Catherwood walks up and announces "Presenting 'Rufus_T_Firetween', just granted probation at 8:39 PM", then leaves hurriedly. ||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 8:40 PM, dragging LemAshhauler by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this idiot?" DJTweeny: Hi Lem LemAshhauler: howdy ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - Warm Up Music (politcal songs) - 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)' LemAshhauler: sounds good tonight/no static ||||||||| Outside, the 8:47 PM downtown bus from Hellmouth pulls away, leaving Mudhead coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. DJTweeny: Hey Mudhead ||||||||| "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!" ||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'Old Town Kid', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:50 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule... ||||||||| Catherwood ushers General Dysfunction into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mutters something about 8:50 PM, then departs. ||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'EWeston', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:50 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule... General Dysfunction: Now that was some grit grindin down and dirty warm up music EWeston: Hey Tweeney, shoes for industry with a twist for the rest of yez LemAshhauler: the bass was fuzzy, as we like it ||||||||| "8:52 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Mudhead, who then rushes out through the french doors and down through the bushes. General Dysfunction: like this, making me forget my day at work DJTweeny: Hi EW, General ||||||||| Catherwood ushers Mudhead into the room, accepts an I.O.U. as a gratuity, mumbles something about 8:52 PM, then departs. ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "8:52 PM and late as usual, it's dude, just back from Oregon." DJTweeny: Hi dude ||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'lily', just granted probation at 8:53 PM", then leaves hurriedly. DJTweeny: good to hear, General :) General Dysfunction: evenin Tweeny and all DJTweeny: Hi Old Town Kid EWeston: Tripe Face Boogie is good too DJTweeny: Hi lily ||||||||| 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!" lily: Hello everybods
DJTweeny loves Da Feat EWeston: Yer Lilyness General Dysfunction: Feats don't fail me dude: My whole computy went kaboey DJTweeny: oh no :( General Dysfunction: ruh roh dude: I'm fighting the frogs with an old Compaq laptop EWeston: A Bluwie knife ain't gonna help DJTweeny: darned frogs dude: and 3 exteral HDs lily: you don't know your right from your left ||||||||| Dexter Fong bounds in at 8:55 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. EWeston: The one in the middle looks hungry DJTweeny: Hey Dexter lily: whats a bluwie frog ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and intones "Presenting 'Cease', just granted probation at 8:56 PM", then leaves hurriedly. dude: I got my data fronted and backed down the cyber hyway DJTweeny: Hey Cease ||||||||| Merlyn sneaks in around 8:56 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident." Merlyn: hey all DJTweeny: Visiting Merlyn again, Cease? (Nino seems to think so) EWeston: Got's purty colors, and a halucinogenic skin DJTweeny: Hey Merlyn Cease: hey merl, i heard taylor mention you on ysterday's podcast lily: Hey cease and merlyn Cease: i rarely leave north vancouver. General Dysfunction: oh lah, a tasty skin Cease: hil lily EWeston: This Niel der Young(ger) lily: how thr rain out west Dexter Fong: Howdy Cat, Tweeny, dude, EW, GD, lily, Merlyn, Muddie, LEM, OTK, and *my* personal favorite, Rufus DJTweeny: CSNY Deja Vu Live EWeston: We grey but dry General Dysfunction: i remember rain Rufus_T_Firetween: Hail Freedonia, Fong! Cease: dex, etc ||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..." lily: Larain EWeston: Glod bless our plutocrats Dexter Fong: Not so sweet norain ||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, May 29, 2014 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!" Cease: sounds like the anti-bush tour DJTweeny: heheh EW
DJTweeny hopes the audio is better this week ||||||||| Catherwood ushers 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. ||||||||| shoes for the dead steals in around 9:01 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident." Dexter Fong: Hey poop DJTweeny: Hey PrincP DJTweeny: Hi Shoes shoes for the dead: howdy Cease: poop, shoes Principalpoop: hey there shoes for the dead: Nasi Goreng!!! EWeston: Pooper and der Shoes, a co-oinkydink? shoes for the dead: Sedap Sekali!! General Dysfunction: never mental lily: I think not ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:02 PM and squeeze_the_wheeze bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. DJTweeny: Hi squeeze EWeston: Its a high bar Principalpoop: everybody has got a gorilla inside them lily: and low on the totem pole General Dysfunction: rrrrrrahhhhhhh Cease: at least in your genes Mudhead: so, are we buildin shoes for industry this evening? ||||||||| 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!" LemAshhauler: inflate shoes now? EWeston: I'm working on a wooden shoe shoes for the dead: no i'm in the tree Dexter Fong: is there an echo in there? Mudhead: can anyone read this? ||||||||| Mudhead rushes off, saying "9:03 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?" Dexter Fong: Yes Mudhead LemAshhauler: what? ||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 9:03 PM, dragging ''Bob'' by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yo-yo?" EWeston: Somebody let the echo out, or he'll make mess Principalpoop: see what mudhead? ||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and intones "Announcing 'Mudhead', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:04 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom... General Dysfunction: oh echo mess is so distressing Mudhead: im not able to see nuffin Mudhead: Im blind Cease: stop tracking mudhead all over my nice clean kitchen floor ||||||||| Mudhead leaves at 9:04 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..." Principalpoop: the chat is updating normally mudhead, if you can see me say this ||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!" EWeston: Even the NY Times can't clean it up LemAshhauler: 800g white vinyl? lily: but they can hide it under the rug ||||||||| Catherwood escorts Mudhead in through the front door at 9:05 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. ||||||||| Catherwood enters with Beet close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 9:05 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the vestibule. Beet: Hello all. wet and cool in West Virginia. EWeston: Mudhead seems to be otherworldly tonight Cease: just like vancouver shoes for the dead: hey Beet Dexter Fong: Hi Beet DJTweeny: Hi Beet Mudhead: I cant see what Im saying Beet: I see CS Poop and EW. dreetings to you and evryone Merlyn: Cat, you moved to MPLS? Nino thinks so DJTweeny: Hi Bob shoes for the dead: nice resonant mic this evenin' Tween LemAshhauler: vote for nobody, not responsible Principalpoop: same in western virginia Beet: Hi shoes and Dex Mudhead: oh well, i'll just sit on my knees EWeston: Only the dreatingest! Cease: i'll never live anywhere but here, merl. ||||||||| Outside, the 9:07 PM downtown bus from Kansas pulls away, leaving Bottles coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “PAPOON FOR PRESIDENT” - listen to the stream at 128k at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k for dial-up users at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u - THIS ALBUM MAY BE PURCHASED AT >> http://laughstore.stores.yahoo.net/firtheatpapf.html' DJTweeny: Hi Bottles Beet: Did I invent a word? General Dysfunction: not insane but i can read everything, what about mudhead? EWeston: The NSA will be in later for a little talk,Beet Cease: i first came to north van to visit friends in 1972. figured it was the best possible place to live. moved here in 1990. will never leave shoes for the dead: dreet is old germanic DJTweeny: cool, Cease Mudhead: Was Gus Hall related to Tamminy? Beet: Hey GenDys Beet: Hi mud ||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 9:08 PM, dragging Third Degree LaVerne by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this web surfer?" Beet: Nice gathering tonight EWeston: Cousin Down The DJTweeny: Hi laVerne Cease: hey did everyone hear taylor jessen' General Dysfunction: Hi Beet Cease: interview on a podcast yesterday? tons and tons of firesign news ||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!" Third Degree LaVerne: Hey Y'all ||||||||| Dr. Dog enters at 9:09 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and scurries off to the Hat Pack Annex. Mudhead: The programming doesnt allow me to read any of the truly comedic postings so Im goiing to Lurk in the ether Rufus_T_Firetween: ** NEW 24/7 FIRESIGN THEATRE RADIO STATION!! ** https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/index.php EWeston: Hey and straw foevah ||||||||| Mudhead rushes out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Mudhead?! It's 9:09 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!" Dexter Fong: My audio has gone dead, my prob or yours yweeny? Rufus_T_Firetween: That's where you can hear Taylor and Cease Principalpoop: poor mud Third Degree LaVerne: First Firesign chat Cease:http://stolendress.com/comedyonvinyl/wordpress/wordpress/episode-95-taylor-jessen-credibility-gap-floats/ Principalpoop: audio fine hear Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the liner notes for “PAPOON FOR PRESIDENT!” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=pfp-ln General Dysfunction: hear all see all shoes for the dead: pull up a sanitary pedestal Verne EWeston: Have a good time, fair warning, we weird DJTweeny: thanks for letting meknow, P Beet: Nice to have you LaVerne General Dysfunction: sir a gates Cease: how he became the firesign archivist and some of his adventures for the lads. great stuff, plus plans for their future releases Third Degree LaVerne: It would only be weird if you weren't weird LemAshhauler: even 42 years ago, the nsa was a bitch Principalpoop: welcome la verne, where is shirley? Dexter Fong: Audio back (reloaded) General Dysfunction: bless you shoes for the dead: thanks Cease ||||||||| InTheWood enters at 9:11 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and hurries off to the Chapeau Manger. Third Degree LaVerne: Don't ask me about her! DJTweeny: Hi Woody General Dysfunction: means echo means echo EWeston: Objectively, I may eating lunch Principalpoop: i meant shirley booth, the maid Cease: hey wood man Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the liner notes for “PAPOON FOR PRESIDENT!” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=pfp-ln Third Degree LaVerne: I believe she's dead now General Dysfunction: who speaks for the dogs ||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and Elayne falls out at 9:12 PM. Elayne: Evenin' all! InTheWood: Howdy! Upper Manhattan here. LaVerne, where are you joining us from? DJTweeny: Hey Elayne Cease: edwin just hit his second homer for the jays tonight and they've burst into the lead against KC EWeston: Elayne, fashiably late Cease: hi el shoes for the dead: hey El General Dysfunction: jauntysheen of his coat says he's for papoon Third Degree LaVerne: I'm a Florida gal Cease: i'm enthrall of my surging baseball team Principalpoop: probably, not politically correct now anyway Principalpoop: hey E ||||||||| 9:13 PM: Mudhead jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!" Beet: Hi E Elayne: Cat, I was just watching a program on the Cooking channel that was visiting Vancouver, and talked about this food truck on one of the beachers. have you ever heard of Feastro? DJTweeny: Nino says you're in Dunedin, LaVerne ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "9:13 PM and late as usual, it's residualecho, just back from Funfun Town." General Dysfunction: ooh, surging baseball team, goodness DJTweeny: (click on Nino link at the bottom of the screen to see where people are from, maybe) DJTweeny: Hi echo Principalpoop: i thought dunedin was in austrailia EWeston: They say the place will be slipping beneath the waves ||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..." Third Degree LaVerne: Close, but actually Tampa. Things must be slightly off. Again. Cease: no, el, but there are a lot of food trucks these days. i've never bought anything from one but i must one of these days LemAshhauler: nino keeps us guessing General Dysfunction: the surf is coming your way soon Mudhead: anyone read me now? residualecho: Good to see everybody is still multiply rebendable. EWeston: Never go on a bar crawl with Nino Principalpoop: i reach you mud InTheWood: Like a comic book! residualecho: I read only good books shoes for the dead: fine mud General Dysfunction: like a hawk EWeston: I see yah Mudster Beet: i only read goog books Third Degree LaVerne: All good Beet: good DJTweeny: That could be confusing, EW (bar crawl) lily: I could read once ||||||||| 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!" shoes for the dead: echo is broken residualecho: In NSA, Facebook reads you lily: the bumps on your head Cease: i'm reading bio of michael jackson. it says he read 10,000 books. that's a lot, for a yank General Dysfunction: ms papoon! DJTweeny: that's doubtless the case, echo EWeston: Through space and time. The stomach cannot always keep up InTheWood: And a hearty "up yours" to the NSA. DJTweeny: lol Principalpoop: does the magazine boys life count as as book? Third Degree LaVerne: Who's knock knock knockin on your front door General Dysfunction: there were so many of them Cease: can't you hear me knockin? InTheWood: You get it. EWeston: Sgt Mudheadski residualecho: When the list of everybody who got spied on is released from the Department of Spies, there are going to be so many people disappointed to find their name missing from the list Beet: are we not saying hello to the NSA guy tonight? ||||||||| 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: ahh GFR, go on, get up and look outside the door General Dysfunction: I'll get it lily: hell o NSA guy LemAshhauler: whose turn is it to report to them tonight? (i'm busy...) Rufus_T_Firetween: ** FIRESIGN THEATRE and OZ PODCASTS are available for the price of your firstborn chinchilla from the iTunes Store, and FST podcasts at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/podcasting/indexx.html - and RADIO FREE OZ podcasts at >> http://www.radiofreeoz.com/ Cease: out tiny, tinny house was being bombarded by a typhoon one day in japan. to cancel out its noise i put on Cant' You Hear Me Knocking really loud EWeston: We're inviting him the next mystery potluck Third Degree LaVerne: They're self-reporting Mudhead: not insane! ||||||||| 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!" DJTweeny: That would do it, cease Principalpoop: a canadian, foreigner is part of this chat, the CIA can listen too ||||||||| Mudhead departs at 9:19 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?" InTheWood: It's no good, they're tapping the lines (tappity, tappity, tappity…) Beet: do they spy on each other too? Third Degree LaVerne: I have new tap shoes! ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:19 PM and Nabby steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. EWeston: As long as they bring a covered disk they're ok DJTweeny: Hi Nabby Nabby: Jello! shoes for the dead: hot and cold, Verne? General Dysfunction: i've had the hurly-burly Third Degree LaVerne: At least throw a towel over it lily: limit your call time by cutting the line Cease: nab E Principalpoop: hello nabby, meet laverne Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Firesign Theatre RECORDINGS OF LIVE PERFORMANCES >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/index.php?display=liveperf Dexter Fong: Darling NABBY Beet: greetings nab EWeston: I have a no vegie jello zone errected Third Degree LaVerne: Hey Nabby ||||||||| Catherwood leads Lil in through the front door at 9:20 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. Nabby: Hey tdlv shoes for the dead: Nabby Beet: hi lil and lily Third Degree LaVerne: Jelo doesn't erect too well. Or so I'm told Nabby: shoez DJTweeny: Hi Lil Cease: Lil Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the liner notes for “PAPOON FOR PRESIDENT!” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=pfp-ln Principalpoop: yes, papoon the man Lil: Hi Lo shoes for the dead: and Lil lily: erected tee hee Third Degree LaVerne: Hey lil EWeston: That's why they invented, the jello mold InTheWood: I've got an erector set. Lil: Greetings all ||||||||| Mudhead bounds in at 9:21 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. Principalpoop: you don't have to invent that, just leave it outside a few days Third Degree LaVerne: Out, out, damned spores Nabby: It's the now generation shoes for the dead: moldy jello? residualecho: How high is the Papoon Balloon? Mudhead: how about now? Principalpoop: speak to us mud, do you see us? Mudhead: woohoo Mudhead: Im back! EWeston: Hey we've a full set of L women in tonight Principalpoop: super, welcome aboard Nabby: How now brown mud DJTweeny: "He doesn't believe in being bussed. He likes money." lol Beet: Sound is particularly crisp and clean tonoght, Tween. Mudhead: Id welcome a broad DJTweeny: Thanks Beet :) ||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?" shoes for the dead: El? I thought they tore it down!!! lily: just watch out for us L s InTheWood: We welcome women of every shape and species. Third Degree LaVerne: we are trouble Principalpoop: i would watch, but the restraining order is still in effect Nabby: Hi Lily Beet: What the L anyway General Dysfunction: we are mischevious DJTweeny: lol P EWeston: Watch out for the L men, Strictly Liquor love and laughs lily: 5 million pixel restraing order Principalpoop: and lucidity shoes for the dead: order is restraining Nabby: keep it sweet Beet Third Degree LaVerne: We are the Ls General Dysfunction: lovely L's lily: likable InTheWood: Largesse? Beet: I want to hear one of Papooon's famous speeches. Elayne: Yeah, I guess I can throw in with the "L"s... ||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Dr. Dog - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| dude - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| Old Town Kid - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... EWeston: Livacious lily: looney Cease: you're always el to me, el Third Degree LaVerne: Oh, 'ell no Mudhead: lucky Principalpoop: the soccer player, pepi largesse? EWeston: Luna residualecho: lugubrious Third Degree LaVerne: Wasn't he canadian? EWeston: Now that's a 5 dollar word General Dysfunction: licsensous ||||||||| 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!" lily: laughable Principalpoop: langor, is that spelled right, too lazy to check Beet: that's alot Nabby: that's a big lead InTheWood: languor. EWeston: You may be short a U Nabby: larfable Principalpoop: thanks, that does look better Third Degree LaVerne: That's a big Head ||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!" General Dysfunction: loose-limbed DJTweeny: McGovern was my first time voting. I was 18, and they had just made it legal for 18 year olds to vote InTheWood: Legal, then. ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "9:27 PM and late as usual, it's lililamont, just back from South Amboy." shoes for the dead: short a ewe? Cease: Just finished watching the wolf of wall street before chat. would have loved to hear a proctor/bergman version of it Principalpoop: liar, according to the results, everyone voted for nixon hehe DJTweeny: Hi mz lili Cease: lili fuller? Third Degree LaVerne: I still have my original Papoon button DJTweeny: glad you could join us :) InTheWood: Linguists. (cunning?) EWeston: Over seas with the USN at the time. I forget if I did vote for George Cease: the hour of the wooof movie Nabby: Order Marcholeth to Shibbing today! lily: Hy DJT Principalpoop: another L, olala Nabby: More Sugar Foundation Third Degree LaVerne: It's an ell of a night lililamont: Hey, Tweeny. Yes, Cease, none other. Haven't been here in ages. We usually play 9 ball on Thursday, but they didn't need me tonight. Mudhead: More Mud! Beet: Will I be banned if I admit that I voted for Nixon? lily: more push up panty hose ||||||||| "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: neat tdlv InTheWood: How many times? Cease: wow, great to see you hear again, lamont lililamont: Beet, you will be stoned! shoes for the dead: Walter? Third Degree LaVerne: Beet, I think you know the answer to that Principalpoop: not a problem, we will assume you were tripping ||||||||| The TV flickers on, and Ralph Spoilsport appears: "How can you drive in two places at once when you don't have a genuine Ralph Spoilsport license plate frame? Get one for your car and one for the plate in your head!" EWeston: Compared to todays GOP, he was sane,if very paraniod DJTweeny: No Beet, we'll just have to impeach you Beet: Haven't been stoned in a long time. DJTweeny: lol P, great excuse Third Degree LaVerne: That's a shame Cease: hey lili, do you remember that cidre i was guzzling when i stayed at your house in 2010? Cease: i remember a red label, but not name lily: commoover Beet: It was a trip ||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..." General Dysfunction: i remember 2010 Principalpoop: it is legal in places now beet, take a vacation InTheWood: Cidre?!? K Coder, perhaps? lililamont: Well, I discovered the FB page through someone else and got a notification about this. Yes, Cease, what about it? InTheWood: K Cider, excuse me. Principalpoop: angry apples are on the tv, not like angry birds Cease: our local govt liquor store just started selling a cidre from mass, i think, called Angry Orchard. pretty good lily: we all need a vacation Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the liner notes for “PAPOON FOR PRESIDENT!” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=pfp-ln General Dysfunction: eat our last reward? Cease: what was it called, lily? Beet: I hear potency is so great that one hit can knock you out InTheWood: Ooh, yes. Get the Traditional Dry Angry Orchard, if you can find it. lililamont: Not sure if that was the name of it. It's been 4 years, after all. Nabby: One hit wonder ||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!" EWeston: The flaming Ford (Gerry) Third Degree LaVerne: Like a wet fist ||||||||| 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!" Cease: we only have one angry orchard for now but it's really good. i see from their website they have several Principalpoop: yes, many return smokers call 911 saying they forgot how to breath LOL shoes for the dead: Not Insane!!! Nabby: Not insane! General Dysfunction: not insane! LemAshhauler: godzilla is pissed Cease: when i was in vegas last year i had some Mike's Smashed Apple which was superb lily: cease all we here is boones farm EWeston: Godzilla is stoned Mudhead: Not Insane! Principalpoop: boones farm omg Cease: boone makes an apple cidre? InTheWood: he is a snake! Third Degree LaVerne: I thought he was electrocuted Nabby: lol General Dysfunction: GodzStoned lililamont: I'll have to look for what you had the next time I'm at the liquor store, which is actually quite frequently. shoes for the dead: space embrace Cease: i meant lily lamont. i must have drank about 50 cidres when i was at her place EWeston: He gets these headaches Mudhead: Clyses Cider from steam pressed apples lily: I will answer if its me or not so there General Dysfunction: my finances are a shambles but at the lqour store they call me maam lililamont: you had your share, Cease. :-) Principalpoop: does clyses do suits and pants too? Cease: maybe doc will remember Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the liner notes for “PAPOON FOR PRESIDENT!” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=pfp-ln Nabby: Spider cider DJTweeny: ** 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 EWeston: The comfort of multiple identity, strikes again lililamont: So which lily is this? Mudhead: oldest steam engine in commercial operation in the United Snakes, err States Principalpoop: which is who? General Dysfunction: can you tap dance? lililamont: Hey, DJ, at the Funway, you will find a picture of moi back in the day. DJTweeny: ** 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! lily: I don't know who I am General Dysfunction: oh THAT Lilly! EWeston: Maybe you beside yourself, check to be sure Beet: who am us Cease: look in the mirror, lily Rufus_T_Firetween: ** If you're on Facebook, you can Like the Firesign Fan Page here >> https://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Firesign-Theatre/282668140208 - and if you’re on Twitter and would like to get Firesign tweets, follow @FiresignNews shoes for the dead: who am us anyway? InTheWood: Who am I?… I'd better check! Principalpoop: who are you, doodoo doodoo, tell me who you are doodoo doodoo Nabby: One of us.....I think LemAshhauler: do any of us really know? Rufus_T_Firetween: ** If you're on Facebook, you can Like the Firesign Fan Page here >> https://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Firesign-Theatre/282668140208 - and if you’re on Twitter and would like to get Firesign tweets, follow @FiresignNews << kewl :) EWeston: We're one of you, I think Nabby: What is reality? lily: if not I may be one ofthem Cease: mr lamont is on the back of a cd of one of my plays, playing pool as usual Principalpoop: that is metaphysically impossible General Dysfunction: you're one of us Lil: Am sitting this argument out. ||||||||| "Happy" Harry Cox pops in and say "I was right! Everything I knew WAS wrong! You CAN get "Profiles in Barbecue Sauce", chock full of meaty Firesign scripts!" EWeston: They didn't ask questions like that in 1776 Rufus_T_Firetween: I'll have to look for it, Lily :) lily: oh I know I am one of yous ||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?" Nabby: No they didn't ER General Dysfunction: no, back in 1776.. Beet: when you don't know, you know and when you know, you don't know. wa da doo da lililamont: If you scroll down here, you can find me. i am the Arrogant Queen of the Night. https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/cgi-bin/rn.cgi?fj+story.html Nabby: W Third Degree LaVerne: *chuckling away happily* DJTweeny: ** 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! Cease:http://seemreal.com/redshift/RSCD_Back_s.jpg EWeston: We wasa singin songs and carrying out the Schecklegruber Beet: The Schnifter??? DJTweeny: lililamont, would you like to Skype in tonight and talk about your experiences with FST? lililamont: Whom are you addressing, DJ? Mudhead: Put that pickle down Nabby: trick shot EWeston: trick question Cease: i remember a conversation between phil austin and lili lamont, both veterans Principalpoop: ahh, carrot tops little sister, cute DJTweeny: I was referring to your comment on the picture, lililamonte DJTweeny: at the Funway lily: someone hit the spitoon General Dysfunction: ding! shoes for the dead: Ding! Nabby: lol
Dexter Fong hits the spitoon ...boooing Principalpoop: rimjob or shot, which is it fong? Cease: tween is inviting you to skype the show. i've done it MANY times EWeston: A glancing blow only Third Degree LaVerne: And then the spitoon hits back Dexter Fong: Poop you don't have a shot at a rim job Nabby: still not set up for it General Dysfunction: a ricochete? lililamont: Not much to say. i met all four of the guys with Cease in Seattle. My squeeze, doctecazoid, did a lot of the work on their original site and set up the firestore for them. Third Degree LaVerne: Or a job at the rim shop lily: no backseys Nabby: cool lilila Cease: i remember austin and oona being quite fond of you, lili, Lil: ptooooooo I missed it Beet: I am very disappointed that I never got to see them live. Dexter Fong: Stop at the Rim shop...ask for a job lily: thats my eye General Dysfunction: what a wonderful supper EWeston: Do we need hazmat? LemAshhauler: wicked Principalpoop: i got drunk and I missed it, hank williams? jr, george thourghgood? Lil: I saw them live lily: I have had all my shots Principalpoop: wink! Cease: the 3 lads may do something, but i suspect it would be on whidbey island where ossman lives and close to austin. Lil: Got them all to personalize one of their publicity photos ||||||||| 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." lililamont: Cease, we regularly get christmas cards from Austin and Oona, and Proctor talks to tom from time to time on the phone, especially when he wants to add stuff to the site or just catch up. EWeston: Kewl Cease General Dysfunction: yay whidbey island Nabby: lucky to see them a couple times sorry Beet let's go forward into the past and see em again Beet: Great Idea! Nabby: yeah lily: take me please Cease: yes i know doc is an integral part of fireland, lili Principalpoop: the past? that darn restraining order... residualecho: The last time I saw the boys live was in Marin. Cease: take you where, lily? residualecho: They looked like this: EWeston: I'll look for you on the freeway Lily residualecho:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Crsb67a7QHc&list=UUYnOCaB7RTvcVOhPMoYP7CQ General Dysfunction: and they did this: lily: to see FST in the past or where ever Nabby: cool, i'll just wind up the ol' continuum corkscrew Cease: oh yes, that was the show that was broadcast on jimmy buffet's channel. doc and i recorded that when it was broadcast lily: I have the air control in my car set for summer breeze InTheWood: Hit me over the head with this bottle of champagne, and put in three dimes! General Dysfunction: can't trip without a guide lililamont: Doctecazoid and I saw them at the Beacon in NYC when they launched their 25th anniversary tour. And then we had a lovely invitation from Cease to visit and we all drove down to Seattle to see the guys again. Tom and I met Lily, Bergman's daughter, a couple of years ago in Asheville, NC, after Peter died. He set up a college fund site for her. residualecho: This was more recent, in the small venue. shoes for the dead: a new video dvd like domm would be nice Principalpoop: so you can have jasmine on your mind residualecho: I was sitting so close to the table with the four or five I could hear my giggling on the CD Nabby: lol neat lililamont: Was Elayne here earlier? DJTweeny: If you guys don't have the Weirdly Cool PBS show video, you really should get a copy lily: Poop its honeysuckle in the south EWeston: Yes she's still lurking Cease: yes ilil, i'm surprised she left without contacting you. she normally leaves publicly Dexter Fong: lili: Elayne *was* here but she's gone gray, whatever that means shoes for the dead: where, Tween? Principalpoop: i used to eat honeysuckle blossoms EWeston: I see her name in grey on the list on screen ||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?" shoes for the dead: lost mine residualecho: The show the clip I posted is from had Ron Patterson, of Renaissance Pleasure Faire fame, in the audience, shortly before he went to, as they say, Skyfaire. lily: cool me too lililamont: Dex, I went gray in 2006, after my hair grew back. Kept it that way, too. General Dysfunction: sweetest things, honeysuckles ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies veterans for papoon inside, makes a note of the time (9:47 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. Nabby: I love the word honeysuckle Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Weirdly Cool - Firesign Theatre Video Special on PBS >> http://laughstore.stores.yahoo.net/fithwecodvdv.html EWeston: We're just good friends DJTweeny: Hi veterans Principalpoop: sugar pie honeybunch, you know that I love you Cease: i'm going from whitish blond to just white. not much dif Dexter Fong: lili: I too went gray somewhere over the years =) lililamont: When I was growing up in OKC, we had the scent of honeysuckle wafting in through the window at night in the summer. Just lovely. veterans for papoon: I we still discussion George OPapoon? EWeston: Hey back atcha ||||||||| 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!" General Dysfunction: I can't help myself shoes for the dead: thanks tTween Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the liner notes for “PAPOON FOR PRESIDENT!” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=pfp-ln Principalpoop: presidents talking now vet Cease: were you there at the same time as elizabeth warren, lili? ||||||||| 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!" Rufus_T_Firetween: yw shoes veterans for papoon: I was fortunate enough to help The Firesign Theatre stage The Martian Space Party in Los Angeles. EWeston: Soon future vet spik InTheWood: Alas… Must step away for the night. Cheers from the East! lililamont: It wouldn't surprise me, Cease, but I never met her. I'd have to check her bio. DJTweeny: Wow, cool Veterans :-) Principalpoop: isn't it good, inthewood ciaoo DJTweeny: Bye Wood EWeston: By Woody...er General Dysfunction: bye wood ||||||||| At 9:50 PM, InTheWood vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted! residualecho: Martian Space is the best place to party. ||||||||| 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." Lil: Ahhh butter my favorite Nabby: Bbye wood lililamont: Bon soir, Wood! Wher in the East? veterans for papoon: I actually have a spoken line on the album "Please do not bounce or squeak the baloons. It's very important that you don't do this. At least until the snakes come." lililamont: where/ Beet: Have a nice morning, wood Elayne: Think I'll be heading out as well. Next week, all! EWeston: I did Navel aircrew duty towards the end of Nam, and discoverred FST overseas Cease: ive been reading reviews of her new bio and saw her on colbert or stewarft, certainly moyers Principalpoop: wow ||||||||| 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." Beet: Nite El ||||||||| Elayne leaves at 9:51 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..." Cease: by el Principalpoop: night E General Dysfunction: night Elayne Nabby: Take care Elayne shoes for the dead: That's you? neat EWeston: Buby E Third Degree LaVerne: I'm out, also. Night all, and thanks for the cigars. lily: bye el Principalpoop: what the royality payments for something like that? ballpark residualecho: I still have a brown paper bag with the Wm. Stout portrait of Nick Danger that they all signed, but they were all out of pickles so I had to settle for a squeaky Pea Pod ||||||||| 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!" General Dysfunction: bye laVerne Nabby: be groovy tdlv EWeston: Good to have yez around Vernie veterans for papoon: I appear in the movie in a military jacket with the sign "CVeterans For Pappoon" Beet: Say hello to Shirley, LaVerne. Cease: by third lililamont: Damn, I missed Elayne! That's what happens with side chats. Principalpoop: kater kaverb EWeston: Cool VFP Cease: you can call her, lili. veterans for papoon: Me and my high schooo firends, Lee and Doug would watch them do their radio show at KPFK, shoes for the dead: do ya have the vid, Vet? ||||||||| "Happy" Harry Cox pops in and say "I was right! Everything I knew WAS wrong! You CAN get "Profiles in Barbecue Sauce", chock full of meaty Firesign scripts!" General Dysfunction: woodshot woodchuck EWeston: But I can't pronounce Lily George residualecho: First time I saw 'em was Santa Monica Civic, the Anytown USA Tour, where all four albums culminated in the breaking of the president. Nabby: neato echo lililamont: We will, Cease. Every now and then, Tom and I meet her and her hubby for a meal, usually sushi, but last time, it was in Darien. Cease: i only saw one early show, in 69, but a lot of shows in washington state ||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| squeeze_the_wheeze - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... General Dysfunction: i'm in washington state and sooooo lucky residualecho: I know I caught them on the radio on KPFK and KRLA before they cut any vinyl. EWeston: me to Heneral Cease: yes gen. i'm in vancouver but it's close enough Nabby: Whidbey show, Kirkland show, really special General Dysfunction: love it here Cease: what was the first show you remember hearing, audio? lililamont: Washington state is beautiful, GD, but I really like Connecticut. Of course Washington is closer to Vancouver.... EWeston: We're attached at the wrist and ankles Cease: i think their 2nd krla show was the first i heard. that really long electronic piece at the end called Waiting for the Electrician or Someone Like HIm Nabby: amazing echo - I never heard any shows in MN (though some may have been broadcast) General Dysfunction: mom loves connecticut, brother loves whidbey island Beet: There was a Pacifica affiliate in Houston and I actually could hear the Dear Friends broadcasts when they were first done. Mudhead: My section of Ct is pretty. Is there anywhere to stay on Whidbey? lililamont: Along with the servants? DJTweeny: What they did with this album is, they started with Side 1 of the 1972 Firesign Chat With Papoon, and then sandwiched in all the other political bits, and now this is Side 2 of the original 1972 album ||||||||| 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." Cease: good for you, beet General Dysfunction: so many servants so many stories Nabby: You don't want to count the elevator boy? DJTweeny: That's cool, Beet residualecho: I had a 7th grade social studies teacher who played Waiting for the Electrician for the class in 68. Merlyn: there's a motel near the theatre on whidbey island Mudhead: I vote for a Connecticut show shoes for the dead: is he in your family? DJTweeny: great teacher, echo :) lililamont: So many dogs in the boudoir. EWeston: There are lots of places to stay near Widbey, lililamont: Along with the elevator boy? Cease: yes mud. there are motels not far and an inn next to the theatre. merl and othr chatters and i stayed in its little rooms for their 2011 3 shows Principalpoop: my 7th grade teacher let us listen to jesus christ superstart, this is virginia Nabby: yeah great teacher residualecho: He told us about the Ren Faire, that if you rode in on a horse and in costume you had free admission. EWeston: Keeping them with the cats just didn't work Nabby: we played selections from JCS in jr. high band General Dysfunction: dogs in the boudoir, dogs on whidbey Mudhead: Ive got the venue, either the Garde theater or the casino at Mohegan Sun, they could fill either show Principalpoop: helen ready songs? hehe ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. Beet: I was in the back room and after the show I came out and my father asked me what I was laughing about and I felt I couldn't explain it, so i just kind of silently shrugged. lililamont: But... this is the portrait gallery. No one can hear us in here. shoes for the dead: What? Nabby: played Shaft too --can you imagine? the band director actually bought a wah wah pedal EWeston: What did yousay? General Dysfunction: so hard to explain lililamont: Never mind. come with me! Principalpoop: wow shaft, now that is a song Nabby: What? General Dysfunction: i'll take you there residualecho: I heard Nick Danger on the radio, I think KMET, or it might have been the Live Earl Jive playing it wherever he was, when it was hot vinyl. EWeston: Take you hands off me! Nabby: Live Earl Jive, yeah Cease: i should mention Red Shift, the play with lili's phot attached. it was off line for some years, but it back on at ||||||||| 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!" Principalpoop: then stop slapping me lililamont: Ooohh, Nicky, Nicky, Nicky.. are you alright? Then stop slapping me! General Dysfunction: we can't talk here EWeston: What's the scoop? ||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..." lililamont: There's an echo in here. Principalpoop: What happened to all the doggies? Cease:http://seemreal.com/redshift/index.htm ||||||||| 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: rooster Nabby: echo EWeston: He's snuck back in through the rafters lililamont: They disappeared, along with the servants. they were very much attached. Principalpoop: George Raft General Dysfunction: probably working for spy shoes for the dead: and the chiggers EWeston: Desha vue to you to Principalpoop: what about catherwood? ||||||||| Catherwood snubs Principalpoop Nabby:http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trombiculidae lililamont: Kooka kachoo! General Dysfunction: i got ahead of myself Cease: lots of great firesign performances. Beet: He said "chiggers" and someone said "right on brother". lol Nabby: bless you lilila Principalpoop: yes, indeed, which one of us has the cold nose? lililamont: Tea, madam! EWeston: Far out Catherwood, roll acouple of bombers and leave them on the side table ||||||||| Catherwood fars out roll acouple of bombers and leave them on the side table. Nabby: Not insane! lily: catherwood what are you doing there on all fours? ||||||||| Catherwood rushes alongside lily and inquires "Typing my name just to rile me, eh?" lililamont: ? General Dysfunction: not insane! Mudhead: I have something to share here with my Firesign family. After being appointed as a Justice of the Peace for the State of Connecticut I will be performing my first marriage ceremony this coming week shoes for the dead: Not Insane!!!!! Cease: good for you, mud ||||||||| 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!" EWeston: Not Responsible!! Mudhead: Still Insane! lililamont: I'll handle this. Far out, Catherwood, just roll a couple bombers and leave them on the side table. ||||||||| Catherwood strides up to lililamont and queries "Did you want something?" shoes for the dead: Great Mud Principalpoop: congratulations mud, who is the lucky, ahh, other? Beet: same sex? lily: cool General Dysfunction: jeez, i almost want to find someone and make the trip! EWeston: Neat Mudhead ||||||||| 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!" Mudhead: Thank you all lililamont: No shit, Mud! Where? Nabby: You're welcome. Mudhead: In the front of the New London Amtrak station near the whale tail statue General Dysfunction: did papoon ever marry? EWeston: The Adult Hitler Hotel General Dysfunction: the AHH Principalpoop: meet me at the whale tail, don't be late lily: tow sub sailors? EWeston: Cross the street to the Adult Bookstore Hotel Mudhead: nice bronze statue General Dysfunction: going to the whale taile and we're gonna get married.. ||||||||| "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!" Dexter Fong: IN the blow hole room, poop? lililamont: I haven't been to New London in ages. Somehow, it always seems to be a longer drive from Milford than going into NYC. shoes for the dead: get me to the whale tail on time Nabby: Will you marry me Mud Mudhead: one sub sailor, sp its free for them. I dont charge military Principalpoop: yes, next to noahs reception area Nabby: I know it's wrong but.... Mudhead: I'll marry anyone General Dysfunction: need tie downs in the blow hole room Nabby: Of course you will lililamont: Not very choosy, are you, Mud? Nabby: afk for a bit-- lily: I married one biggest mistake of my life lol LemAshhauler: "hello sailor!" shoes for the dead: he left me standing at thw whale tail General Dysfunction: so many fish in noah's sea lililamont: lily, I can relate! EWeston: You married a whale? Mudhead: wow, thats my new book, i see it now Principalpoop: I left my heart at the new london whale tail lily: thanks lilil Cease: the time i've spent with lili lamnt and doc tech are the most enjoyable times i've ever spent observing another couple lililamont: So is your sailor marrying another sailor? I read that there was such a wedding in CT a few years ago. DJTweeny: lililamonte, Mudhead was making a little joke. He is now an official Justice Of The Peace :) lily: I was into blow holes back then Mudhead: Tale of broken heart at the whale tail DJTweeny: didn't know if you knew... EWeston: Under the floorboards, still ticking Mudhead: lots of it actually lililamont: Thanks, Cease, I'm glad you feel that way. Still going strong, even after our cancers. ||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Lil - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Third Degree LaVerne - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| veterans for papoon - dead from measles ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... General Dysfunction: that telltale heart Beet: A member of the legal profession AND a Firesign fan . . . wow. Principalpoop: kinky cease, and lili EWeston: That heart is under NSA contract lililamont: OMG, they're dropping like flies! EWeston: LIl down shoes for the dead: clumsy flies Cease: lili and doc talk to each other like firesign guys talk to each other. amazing General Dysfunction: only beating an agreed upon rythym EWeston: Don't worry we won't weigh them lily: I am dropping like a fly night all see ya next when Cease: by lily EWeston: Se yah Lily Principalpoop: good luck lily and doc, ciaoo Beet: see ya lily lily: by cease General Dysfunction: goodnight lily, lily goodnight lily: night general EWeston: Lydia oh Lydia shoes for the dead: Osiris! lily: I am a tattooed lady lol lililamont: Good night, lily. Pleasure to meet you. General Dysfunction: oh have you seen lydia Mudhead:http://www.nlmaritimesociety.org/Whale-Tail-Fountain.html EWeston: Like a size 18 boot on my head, It Fits! lililamont: If Doc were hear, he'd fill in all the lyrics. Cease: that song reminds me a lot of tom leher tune, Verner Von Braun lily: by beet and lilil nice to meet ya too lililamont: here Cease: i would like to make a mix of those two tunes, along with Istambul and Putting on the Ritz General Dysfunction: she has a torso men adore so lililamont: I think I'm getting tired. Got up early with Doc. EWeston: I have an album or two of G Marx Beet: come see us again real soon. Always welcome lililamont: Cease, that would be really cool. Mudhead: say hi to Doc for me Nabby: oh hi Mudhead: rest well General Dysfunction: already looking forward to next thursday EWeston: We welcome all women with first names starting with L lililamont: I will, Mud. Ok, I'm dropping, too. Night, all! DJTweeny: :) Nabby: leaving beet Principalpoop: instead of thar she blows, the statue says, there she goes hehe Cease: i'm going to visit a friend up north in a month so i want to bring some good projects Nabby: bbye lilila Cease: by lili Principalpoop: ciao lil lililamont: And my real name starts with L so I feel doubly welcome. Mudhead: woohoo Beet: See you next week Mr. Nabby lililamont: Ciao, bon nuit... ||||||||| lililamont dashes out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's lililamont?! It's 10:16 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!" Nabby: Be groovy EWeston: So long Beetster General Dysfunction: bye beet Cease: by leavers Mudhead: ni ni Beetster Rufus_T_Firetween: ** New FIRESIGN THEATRE BOOKS Here >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/firesale/firesale.php?books ||||||||| 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!" Beet: Night all. Thanks Tween. Nabby: Shib Shib Shib DJTweeny: Nite Beet Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Peter Bergman’s “TRUE CONFESSIONS OF THE REAL WORLD” Here >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=tcotrw-rv EWeston: A fine time tonight see yah all on the funway, or hitching up I-5 Cease: yes this sounds like bergman in his late years. as sharp as ever Cease: by ew Principalpoop: you too ew? ok, ciaoo Nabby: Later EW shoes for the dead: by EW General Dysfunction: see you next week EW ||||||||| EWeston leaves at 10:18 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..." General Dysfunction: love this bergman Nabby: me too Nabby: and agreed C Principalpoop: we're the fools, with the tools to be tested shoes for the dead: me three Mudhead: omg im so impressed by Peter Cease: i think bergman's brain, among other firelads, just naturally functioned in this mode. this isnt so much created as poured from his brain. it was always like that since 67 in my awareness shoes for the dead: are those your cues? General Dysfunction: loving this tweeny ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “XM RADIO BROADCASTS” - 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 >> Free Downloads!! at http://www.firesigntheatrelegacy.com/xmradio/index.html' Nabby: Tweeny takes care of us DJTweeny: Thanks guys, I try :) General Dysfunction: indeed! Cease: tween has taken over splendidly from ah clem and bambi Rufus_T_Firetween: ** FIRESIGN XM RADIO PERFORMANCES - https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/xmradio/ DJTweeny: I love the lads' work, and am happy to help out :) General Dysfunction: it's what we comedians do! Cease: there aren't many of us, tween. but we do what we can ||||||||| 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." General Dysfunction: ooooh, tacoma, be careful Nabby: Wally residualecho: Back from dining on groat cakes here on the left coast. General Dysfunction: oh wally cox so good! Principalpoop: wally cox commercial for prince george hotel shoes for the dead: i bet cheech and chong don't have a chatroom.......... Cease: i loved his autobi ||||||||| 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!" DJTweeny: That's an actually Wally Cox commercial! General Dysfunction: man, we are soooo lucky! ||||||||| 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 dengue fever ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Nabby: great Principalpoop: wow General Dysfunction: it's a pity if you pass us by Nabby: The Pact Cease: sounds lilke a MASH episode Cease: the tontine Cease: the survivor gets the case of brandy Nabby: GW General Dysfunction: speaking of mash DJTweeny: This is December right after the 9/11 attacks shoes for the dead: he said sourly DJTweeny: When Bush told everybody to 'go shopping' Nabby: don't ya miss Dan Quayle General Dysfunction: he said wincing DJTweeny: heheh shoes DJTweeny: not really, Nabby Nabby: zactly DJTweeny: I was living in Indiana when he was a senator from there, and joined Bush Sr. General Dysfunction: how we all share it Principalpoop: we still have santorium to kick around residualecho: P&B had a routine doing jokes about President Ford. DJTweeny: Santorum is just too easy Nabby: echo General Dysfunction: love that danger in the dark Mudhead: or Chris Cristie Principalpoop: palin? hehe DJTweeny: The 2016 elections should be interesting Nabby: Christ Crissie? residualecho: Something about Ford chewing gum and walking... General Dysfunction: can't wait Mudhead: no, Chris Christie Principalpoop: i see that paul rand is confused with anthony weiner in photographs loool residualecho: "You never know whether you're going to trip, or bite your tongue. Mudhead: Gov of New Jersey, exit 4 Nabby: Julie...? residualecho: I'm more anxious about the 2014 elections. shoes for the dead: chris conscienceness racket Nabby: lol Principalpoop: I know nutting, nutting General Dysfunction: krist konshushness DJTweeny: Tea Party candidates have swept the Republican nominations in Texas DJTweeny: (for 2014) Nabby: that'll teach em Principalpoop: how did ted cruz get through oxford? makes my brain hurt ||||||||| 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!" DJTweeny: should be interesting residualecho: No no no, Mr. Swine, KRISHNA consciuosness... DJTweeny: lol P DJTweeny: Didn't know that about Cruz shoes for the dead: can ya vote for Texas secession in Montana? DJTweeny: lol Cease: remember joe pine, echo? DJTweeny: leave Austin ;) shoes for the dead: i do Cease ||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?" residualecho: Yes, that old residualecho: Used to see Mort Sahl on the Glass Teat too Principalpoop: keep austin, indeed keep it weird DJTweeny: yes indeed Nabby: Airlift Austin and North Texas State Cease: you have to know who he is to know that routine, but its still timeless Cease: ralph williams too. my dad's competitior shoes for the dead: and Terlingua General Dysfunction: yeah mort sahl residualecho: With his folded up newspaper General Dysfunction: the christmas that isn't here Cease: the sweater age shoes for the dead: the moaner age Nabby: great old songs General Dysfunction: seven eleven nine eleven it's hard to go back Cease: backwards first, sounds like the backwards pizza ad they did about the same time they did this Cease: pizza hut stuffed crust pizza. Cease: it was actually used in this show Nabby: Bilbo is nine eleven shoes for the dead: Thanks Tween!!! Principalpoop: thank you tween echo and sound was fine Nabby: thanks Tween & all Principalpoop: yes thanks all, especially you Mudhead: gj Tweeney Cease: when he has the ring on, he's only 1 ''Bob'': nite Tween! ||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Bottles - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Beet - dead from measles ||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... General Dysfunction: thanks so much tween good night all, so great as always shoes for the dead: Park it and Lock it! Cease: as always, tween residualecho: nytol LemAshhauler: unexpected DJTweeny: Thanks for listening everybody, and have a great week. See you next time, same FireTime, same FireStation... Nabby: G'night humanlings and earthloids! Principalpoop: have a super week Cease: no jury duty? ||||||||| 10:40 PM -- Principalpoop left for parts unknown.(Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow"). Mudhead: nite all DJTweeny: nope, they didn't pick me DJTweeny: whew... General Dysfunction: everyone's a bozo on this bus ||||||||| Mudhead says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Mudhead exits at 10:41 PM. DJTweeny: Had to hang around court all day, but that's all Cease: i'm sure you would have been a greast juror. but we appreciate having you here residualecho: Looking forward to the clowncars that drive themselves DJTweeny: I'm sure Google's working on it Cease: may happen sooner than necessary, echo General Dysfunction: i was convinced DJTweeny: Until last time, again... ||||||||| "10:43 PM? I'm late!" exclaims DJTweeny, who then rushes out through the french doors and down through the brambles. ||||||||| Rufus_T_Firetween says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Rufus_T_Firetween exits at 10:43 PM. residualecho: Anything not forbidden is compulsory, Cease LemAshhauler: let me scare you with a little story... ||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..." Cease: sounds like alistair crowley excusing his heroin addiction Cease: scare away, lem residualecho: I've got a cd full of his wire recorder Enochian LemAshhauler: (was just parroting the usual closing sect-change story, we didn't hear it this week) Cease: too bad, lem. i thought you had a tale for us LemAshhauler: until next time, ghost Cease: by lem Cease: off we float ||||||||| Catherwood says "10:47 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Cease by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door residualecho: I'm off to find out where you go when you're toad away. residualecho: Even though I parked and locked it. ||||||||| 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 Bightrethighrehighre falls out at 10:48 PM. General Dysfunction: i was ready for a story too, but night, night, being toad away ||||||||| At 10:48 PM, General Dysfunction vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted! Bightrethighrehighre: What???? T ttttt town is this?? ||||||||| At 10:50 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Merlyn!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on... Bightrethighrehighre: Anybody wanna watch Grand Prix?? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3n74OVe3qFM Bightrethighrehighre: vroooooooooooooommm!!!! ||||||||| It's 10:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| LemAshhauler - dead from the yaws ||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| ''Bob'' - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Nabby - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| residualecho - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Catherwood ushers mahi inside, makes a note of the time (11:15 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. mahi: not dead, but not not dead ||||||||| It's 11:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Bightrethighrehighre - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| It's 11:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| mahi - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) into the room, accepts three dimes as a gratuity, mumbles something about 12:21 AM, then departs. Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Oh, my! I am only now getting in. I had forgotten the key and had to climb in through the bathroom window. Odd... What am I doing in Nick Danger's office? Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Dear Fiends, I am afraid my drink was doped! A dentist by the name of Dr. Robert must have put something very strange in my coffee. "White Rabbitt" of Miss Grace Slick has been reverberating through my reverberator all day! ||||||||| 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!" Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Catherwood, you are just the man I need to talk to. Does Nancy have the antidote? If not, an anecdote will do! ||||||||| Catherwood hands to talk to does nancy have the antidote if not an anecdote will do. Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Give me the LSD antidote, Catherwood! ||||||||| Catherwood gives Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) the lsd antidote. Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Now, what am I doing in the middle of this Wagner opera? ||||||||| Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) departs at 12:30 AM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?" ||||||||| "12:48 AM? 12:48 AM!!" says Catherwood, "louuuuuuuuuuuu should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as louuuuuuuuuuuu enters and sits in front of the fireplace. louuuuuuuuuuuu: do you like horses? ||||||||| "I'm going to Public Address System" says louuuuuuuuuuuu, and leaves. ||||||||| 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
Bightrethighrehighre
''Bob''
Cease
Dexter Fong
DJTweeny
dude
Elayne
EWeston
General Dysfunction
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!)
InTheWood
LemAshhauler
Lil
lililamont
lily
louuuuuuuuuuuu
mahi
Merlyn
Mudhead
Nabby
Principalpoop
residualecho
Rufus_T_Firetween
shoes for the dead
Third Degree LaVerne
veterans for papoon
