||||||||| 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 June 12, 2014 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule... ||||||||| Outside, the 7:53 PM downtown bus from Texas pulls away, leaving DJTweeny coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. ||||||||| 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. ||||||||| Rufus_T_Firetween steals in around 8:21 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident." ||||||||| New notice: '** There will be a Firesign Theatre/US Plus Stimulcast starting at 9pm EST this evening. Warm-up music begins around 8:45pmET - 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) **' ||||||||| "8:38 PM? 8:38 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Dexter Fong should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Dexter Fong enters and sits in front of the fireplace. DJTweeny: Hey Fong ||||||||| 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 Antelope Frwy gets out at 8:38 PM. DJTweeny: music in a couple of minutes DJTweeny: Hi Antelope Dexter Fong: Hey Tweeny Antelope Frwy: howdy ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - Warm Up Music (various artists) - 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) **' Dexter Fong: Tweeny, the audio is intermittent on my end Antelope Frwy: broke up briefly for me, but ok past couple of mins DJTweeny: OK now? ||||||||| Catherwood leads ccjctwo in through the front door at 8:48 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. Dexter Fong: Ok, reloaded and it's playing some kinda shit kicker music ||||||||| 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." Antelope Frwy: lol, well... DJTweeny: Yeah, some Waylon DJTweeny: and watch your mouth, right AF? haha Antelope Frwy: henley DJTweeny: seriously guys, the stream is good now? ccjctwo: audio is on here, not the Philco? ||||||||| "8:49 PM? 8:49 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Maxwell should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Maxwell enters and sits at the bar. DJTweeny: I think the stuttering happened because I opened another application while the streamer was running. Should be OK now Antelope Frwy: ok for me Dexter Fong: OK so far (DF knocks on wood) DJTweeny: Hi ecjtwo Maxwell: Hoy Hoy! ||||||||| "8:50 PM? 8:50 PM!!" says Catherwood, "lily should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as lily enters and sits at the bar. DJTweeny: yes, I'm streaming live DJTweeny: Hi lily DJTweeny: Hi Maxwell ccjctwo: hey! lily: Hi all DJTweeny: The Philco is pre-recorded shows ccjctwo: got it. ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "8:50 PM and late as usual, it's squeeze_the_wheeze, just back from Elmertown." lily: I love this album Dexter Fong: Hi lily Dexter Fong: Hi lily DJTweeny: We could set it up so the Philco could play it also, but what's the point? DJTweeny: Hi Squeeze lily: Hey Dex lily: low squeeze_the_wheeze: Hi ya guys Antelope Frwy: howdy Maxwell: You know My Mom was a Bozoette in High School Antelope Frwy: sorry to hear that... Dexter Fong: Yes lily: the nose gave it away DJTweeny: Lucky guy, Maxwell DJTweeny: lol ||||||||| Outside, the 8:52 PM bus from Billville pulls away, leaving Last Surviving Balliol Brother coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. Dexter Fong: aand the shoes DJTweeny: Hi LSBB Last Surviving Balliol Brother: cough cough cough. Last Surviving Balliol Brother: Gee whiz Antelope Frwy: will the alexandrians burn the library again? ||||||||| 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 Beet plummets into the garden at 8:53 PM. Last Surviving Balliol Brother: Necssity sent me. ccjctwo: Nice . . . Dexter Fong: no thanks DJTweeny: Hi Beet Beet: Evening all Last Surviving Balliol Brother: Good evening. Dexter Fong: Hi Beet ||||||||| Outside, the 8:54 PM downtown bus from Billville pulls away, leaving Paul Bunions coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. Antelope Frwy: is ralph going to try to sell us a fully loaded car again? Beet: Hey Dex Tween Lil ||||||||| Catherwood enters with Lil close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 8:54 PM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the sitting room. Dexter Fong: audio gone again ||||||||| 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 Cease disembarks at 8:54 PM. Last Surviving Balliol Brother: Oh no. I must have entered the time machine Beet: audio OK here lily: you can sit in the waiting room Antelope Frwy: can we finally get there from here? (audio ok here) Cease: Hi all ccjctwo: here too ||||||||| 8:55 PM: EWeston jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!" Beet: Howdy Cease Dexter Fong: Hey cAT Lil: Hi gang lily: hi cease Cease: ah, airplane Dexter Fong: ew Beet: EW here too. Last Surviving Balliol Brother: I never said a word about you Cease DJTweeny: Hi Bunions, Lil, Cease, EW EWeston: Hey Tweeney, and the expectorant crowd, I got my snot shield on. Beet: lol EW ||||||||| "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!" Last Surviving Balliol Brother: Cretins I say Cretins DJTweeny: Bunions, are you the artist formerly known as FieldHippy? Last Surviving Balliol Brother: this song is groovy Last Surviving Balliol Brother: even if it is the Eagles EWeston: Kretins is higher class ||||||||| "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!" Paul Bunions: How dare you! Antelope Frwy: la musica de los eagles DJTweeny: all eagles songs are groovy Beet: like this song Maxwell: All Eagles are Groovy Last Surviving Balliol Brother: Joe Walsh is groovy DJTweeny: one more country song before the album Last Surviving Balliol Brother: Don Henley- not froovy Last Surviving Balliol Brother: groovy DJTweeny: Joe Walsh is really hip Last Surviving Balliol Brother: I think I just invented a keyboard Tom Collins Paul Bunions: Yeah really hip lily: I want one EWeston: Regrooving is groovy DJTweeny: Catherwood, please give everyone a Tom Collins ||||||||| Catherwood hands everyone a tom collins. lily: yeah thanks Last Surviving Balliol Brother: I like that Antelope Frwy: solid, catherwood ||||||||| Catherwood strides over to Antelope Frwy and asks "Do you have something for me to do?" EWeston: Wait! This Ton Collins may be drugged. DJTweeny: Catherwood is a bot you can talk to ||||||||| Catherwood steps alongside DJTweeny and mumbles "oh, fuck off DJTweeny!" ||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, June 12, 2014 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!" DJTweeny: sometimes Maxwell: Roll up a coupleof Bombers and leave them on the side table Catherwood ||||||||| Catherwood rolls up a coupleof bombers and leave them on the side table. ||||||||| Catherwood ushers mahatma57 in through the front door at 9:00 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. Paul Bunions: hmmm something floating in my Tom Collins DJTweeny: now now, Catherwood, be nice ||||||||| Catherwood snubs DJTweeny DJTweeny: Hi Mahatma ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:00 PM and Merlyn bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 9:00 PM, dragging shoes for the dead by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this web surfer?" DJTweeny: Hey Merlyn shoes for the dead: howdy DJTweeny: Hi Shoes Dexter Fong: hI merlyn Merlyn: hey Dexter Fong: hEY SHOES Beet: Yo Merl & Shoes EWeston: Saw a roadway add for, I think, Foam sword swallowing instruction. Have I missed a trend? Last Surviving Balliol Brother: Size 13E please mahatma57: Am I sitting here in the waiting room? DJTweeny: lol
Merlyn sits down Beet: EW is hot 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." mahatma57: Or am I waiting here in the sitting room?? shoes for the dead: wouldn't it swellup and choke ya? Last Surviving Balliol Brother: I think I am falling out of my easy chair Antelope Frwy: get on the freeway of your choice and we'll see you in a couple of hours EWeston: We got an F and a D. Can you be flexible? DJTweeny: It's easy to fall out of a chair like that ||||||||| Merlyn walks away to The Sitting Room. ||||||||| Merlyn has arrived at the appointed hour of 9:02 PM. Lil: Good one Tweeny lily: seat plus belt Maxwell: He's No Fun He Fell Right Over Beet: coming or going DJTweeny: Thought it appropriate :) EWeston: Try a selfish chair. Lil: Do we have to pay extra fot#r the drugs? shoes for the dead: or an uneasy one DJTweeny: Catherwood is very generous ||||||||| Catherwood rushes up to DJTweeny and mumbles "Stop typing gibberish, DJTweeny!" Last Surviving Balliol Brother: The drugs are free. Lil: ^for Last Surviving Balliol Brother: song is not groovy DJTweeny: Catherwood, please roll everyone a bomber ||||||||| Catherwood walks up to DJTweeny and asks "Did you want me?" lily: lounger DJTweeny: Are barcoloungers made from dog hide? mahatma57: And don't worry about the flies.. ||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..." EWeston: Check your dealer, bring a nightstick for negotiations lily: oh thanks I have one two Last Surviving Balliol Brother: I saw a bomber overhead yesterday- dropped several copies of the Naked Lunch Antelope Frwy: i'll take it i'll take it i can't wait to get away from it all! Antelope Frwy: traffix Beet: LA traffic reports? mahatma57: Oh, the Humanity! shoes for the dead: the sonorous voice! ||||||||| 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 kpbarney plummets into the garden at 9:06 PM. Maxwell: All Hail Marx And Lennon! Antelope Frwy: mix it up, bro mahatma57: One of the most perfect records ever.. Beet: Something good happened to Tween. Extra animated tonight shoes for the dead: first one I heard Paul Bunions: Take cover! Naked Lunch destroyed America! Dexter Fong: And there go the audio again Last Surviving Balliol Brother: I remember very little the first time I heard the Firesign Theatre Cease: Nick is far and away their most popular creation EWeston: Wave him off with Steely Dan. ccjctwo: Dwarf was the first one we all listened to lily: is that what you call it Cease: Ralph Williams had dealerships throughout the US and Canada in his prime Antelope Frwy: wave him off with a dildo? Beet: Ralph Williams also in Houston where I saw him Beet: and his dog Storm EWeston: Sometimes I call it Fred. Multiple Identity is not just for entities ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “HOW CAN YOU BE IN TWO PLACES AT ONCE WHEN YOU’RE NOT ANYWHERE AT ALL” - 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/firtheathowc.html **' Paul Bunions: Wild West gunracks with the look of real wood. How could he fail? DJTweeny: Hi kbbarney shoes for the dead: also for endildoes Cease: My dad was a competing Ford dealer in a neighbouring LA suburb Last Surviving Balliol Brother: I often need the oxygen indicator Antelope Frwy: who burned the library? Cease: Firesign started when I was in high school in LA, One of my fellow students bought a Ford from Ralph and it broke down as he was driving it off the lot ||||||||| 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!" EWeston: Hey bro, we related Antelope Frwy: steve reeves! EWeston: No that's agnes Moorehead ||||||||| Captain Equinox sneaks in around 9:11 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident." Beet: 'Lo Cap DJTweeny: Hi Captain EWeston: How do Capin Captain Equinox: Hiya, Kiddos! ||||||||| Wombat enters at 9:12 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Hat Pack Annex. shoes for the dead: magic bowel movement DJTweeny: Hi Wombat EWeston: My favorite key C- shoes for the dead: hi capt ||||||||| 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!" Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the about “HOW CAN YOU BE IN TWO PLACES AT ONCE WHEN YOU’RE NOT ANYWHERE AT ALL?” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=hcyb-rv Maxwell: Let's See What This Baby can Do! ... EWeston: Wrong way! Antelope Frwy: talking road signs - someday, someday ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Mr. Bark Bark inside, makes a note of the time (9:14 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. shoes for the dead: if you lived here......... Maxwell: Clean Up America Get A Hairlip Mr. Bark Bark: They never come up into the hills! Last Surviving Balliol Brother: I am now falling up into my chair. DJTweeny: Hi dogman EWeston: Talking cars are already obnoxious Cease: that's Dwarf, Bark EWeston: Helium heavy diet? shoes for the dead: talking people too lily: gravity is a friend of mine
Mr. Bark Bark -) Just had some difficulty with a carry-out order. EWeston: Point Shoes mahatma57: Armenia for the Armenians! ||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!" Last Surviving Balliol Brother: The Gamorrah Expressway was really backed up earlier today. DJTweeny: Your sector has been redlined, Mr. Bark? Cease: I used to live up in the hills in LA. It was always a problem to get delivery ||||||||| Piss Fest steps in at 9:16 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. EWeston: Suspicious organic matters...hmmmm. DJTweeny: Hi PF Mr. Bark Bark: Sector R or N? Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the about “HOW CAN YOU BE IN TWO PLACES AT ONCE WHEN YOU’RE NOT ANYWHERE AT ALL?” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=hcyb-rv DJTweeny: Did you bring your pup tent, Mr. Bark? ||||||||| Catherwood enters with Artie Choke close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 9:16 PM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the anteroom. EWeston: Who let those ducks in??? DJTweeny: Hi Artie Artie Choke: Hello mahatma57: They never come up into the hills.. Mr. Bark Bark: Yes, but I did some push-ups. Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “HOW CAN YOU BE IN TWO PLACES AT ONCE WHEN YOU’RE NOT ANYWHERE AT ALL?” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=hcyb-rv Antelope Frwy: red sector A ||||||||| Catherwood ushers docfiresign inside, makes a note of the time (9:18 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. Last Surviving Balliol Brother: I want drugs. Artie Choke: Knee high to a married grasshopper lily: ask catherwood? ||||||||| Catherwood steps up to lily and mumbles "Did you want something?" ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:18 PM and Nabby bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. shoes for the dead: aks the NSA guy for that, Bro Piss Fest: WC Burroughs DJTweeny: Hi Nabby EWeston: Is the desire all one way? lily: whatever catherwood? ||||||||| Catherwood steps over to lily and mumbles "Someone mention my name?" DJTweeny: Hi docfiresign ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and announces "Presenting 'Prof. Knot N. E. Wear ', just granted probation at 9:19 PM", then leaves hurriedly. Nabby: Hey Tweeny mahatma57: He's no fun.. Nabby: Hey all Prof. Knot N. E. Wear : Greetings shoes for the dead: hey Nabby docfiresign: howdy comma charie EWeston: Hi Prof some there's somewhere for yah DJTweeny: Hi Prof. Wear EWeston: Insert hope as inappropriate Last Surviving Balliol Brother: I remember helping my son with those holograms for his homework. Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “HOW CAN YOU BE IN TWO PLACES AT ONCE WHEN YOU’RE NOT ANYWHERE AT ALL?” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=hcyb-rv Prof. Knot N. E. Wear : Bellhop Prof. Knot N. E. Wear : Oh, front EWeston: I helped my cat with his cassimere dog disintigrator DJTweeny: Catherwood, please take the Professor's hat and goat ||||||||| Catherwood takes the professor's hat and goat. mahatma57: I heard the Dead are touring with a holygraphic Jerry ||||||||| Catherwood enters with Moose close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 9:22 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the sitting room. Prof. Knot N. E. Wear : Catherwood get me a mint tea ||||||||| Catherwood gets Prof. Knot N. E. Wear a mint tea. DJTweeny: Hi Moose Piss Fest: Holo Jerry's not as cute as Hatsune Miku Moose: Hi, DJTweeny! Cease: Maybe a Bergman hologram could join the other 3 on stage Beet: tearjerker Last Surviving Balliol Brother: Jerry's dead man, All the holograms in the world will never convince the Heads of this fact. Prof. Knot N. E. Wear : The 3rd Seal, ehhhh, Cease? Last Surviving Balliol Brother: I want to die an American in America DJTweeny: A Bergmangram? shoes for the dead: the tears of a jerk ||||||||| Kevmarks sashays in at 9:23 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. lily: channeling? DJTweeny: Hi Kevmarks EWeston: Immortal till the media dies Antelope Frwy: stop! mahatma57: Mausers or mousers? Cease: mice with guns EWeston: mousers is my call lily: we all have a bit of him in us Artie Choke: going to have to find my copy of TV or not TV Last Surviving Balliol Brother: and Pussycats to eat them when the sun goes down Cease: bergman did a show with a bunch of dead guests once ||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| kpbarney - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Cease: John Lennon and Orson Welles EWeston: Hope they were polite Rufus_T_Firetween: TV or Not TV - https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=tont-rv ||||||||| Mayor P'nisnose strides up to the podium and speaks: "My fellow Armenians, if you have questions about exorcism, buy the new book "EXORCISM IN YOUR DAILY LIFE", now on sale. Incidentally, so is my vote." Cease: Sammy Davis Jr too, maybe more, I forget. This was 20 years ago ||||||||| Outside, the 9:25 PM crosstown bus from Elmertown pulls away, leaving myeden coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. shoes for the dead: sounds like fun, Cease DJTweeny: Hi myeden lily: sans glass eye mahatma57: This portion is as timely as ever.. Antelope Frwy: solid, jackson myeden: Hey, first timer. Last Surviving Balliol Brother: Mr. Hippie, what have you done for me lately? Prof. Knot N. E. Wear : Mr. Policeman EWeston: Recent reading show that you're not safe even after your dead Cease: It was called The Digital Diner ccjctwo: Hey! First time, long time. Love the show . . . lily: wlcome ccjc DJTweeny: We do this every week, myeden. Hope you can continue to join us :) Prof. Knot N. E. Wear : The Cyber Supper Rufus_T_Firetween:https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=tont-rv EWeston: Couple new folks in to day, Velcum ||||||||| 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: oops, wrong link Cease: This chat is now 19 years old Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “HOW CAN YOU BE IN TWO PLACES AT ONCE WHEN YOU’RE NOT ANYWHERE AT ALL?” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=hcyb-rv Nabby: long wrink DJTweeny: old enough to be drafted Beet: Best place to be on Thursday night EWeston: rong rink mahatma57: Sig Freud!! DJTweeny: yes indeedie, Beet :) Cease: I was here on day one. Still here. shoes for the dead: or buy one EWeston: Hurl! DJTweeny: cool, Cease mahatma57: Fix a 92 or Fix a Ninety too? Antelope Frwy: as if it were almost tomorrow... DJTweeny: speaking of old enough to be drafted ||||||||| throw_a_towel tiptoes in around 9:29 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last month's "unpleasant incident." Beet: AND we have a FULL MOON tonight DJTweeny: Hi towel EWeston: Pick some nylon too DJTweeny: AND Friday the 13th lily: ooohhhhooo throw_a_towel: hello Cease: hi towel Moose: And Beet, it looks the same no matter where you are (unless it's cloudy) throw_a_towel: hello all. my first time here EWeston: I'm just going to walk in the rain tomorrow Cease: welcome Piss Fest: He'd think about Mohameet Mr. Bark Bark: Welcome to the only nice motel in town! Nabby: hey towel DJTweeny: Welcome :) Hope you can join us every week shoes for the dead: hey Towel Antelope Frwy: solid - welcome ||||||||| 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." Beet: Everybody's from Nairobi lily: hi towel Cease: "Nairobi, Mam. Isn't everybody" one of my favourite Firesign lines lily: or thereabouts ||||||||| 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: We feature Armenian food, Geek dancing, and thise live chickens you've heard so much about Antelope Frwy: help me into this parachute! Moose: We're bringing the war back home . . . Prof. Knot N. E. Wear : Catherwood get me a tint mea ||||||||| Catherwood gets Prof. Knot N. E. Wear a tint mea. DJTweeny: lol EWeston: Is it being difficult? lily: thats alotta tea Mr. Bark Bark: Or if we're a girl, before! Hahaha! EWeston: Time to cut the Prof off Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “HOW CAN YOU BE IN TWO PLACES AT ONCE WHEN YOU’RE NOT ANYWHERE AT ALL?” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=hcyb-rv Antelope Frwy: really touching song DJTweeny: sniff sniff shoes for the dead: take your hands off me! mahatma57: 'til we never come back no more.. EWeston: Keep on camera now Prof. Knot N. E. Wear : Mohel is less Mr. Bark Bark: There's an echo in here! EWeston: In these deflationary times yaz Artie Choke: What a Sap she had shoes for the dead: i like how this morphs into Dwarf mahatma57: I have just returned from Rome.. Last Surviving Balliol Brother: I have had fun. Please be safe as you exit the Antelope Freeway. ccjctwo: @Shoes DJTweeny: They did lots of tie-ins from album to album
ccjctwo Yup! Yup! EWeston: How's her emotional state DJTweeny: Leaving us, Brother? Cease: that's because they're from the same source, shoes. A mushroom play called The TV Set(among other things) Mr. Bark Bark: Yes. I said yes... Antelope Frwy: a different kind of dealership Beet: Turns into Ulysses Mr. Bark Bark: Angels three, Devils nothing... ||||||||| "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!" shoes for the dead: yes Beet: yes Antelope Frwy: yes Moose: Andalusian girls Nabby: yepsk mahatma57: Take me now! throw_a_towel: yes Cease: The Odyssey come full circle Artie Choke: yes ||||||||| Catherwood escorts Principalpoop into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:37 PM, then departs. lily: yea sir Mr. Bark Bark: Okay, Swami, or whatever your name is, we'll get back to this "Christ Consciousness" racket... Moose: and his heart was going like mad! Beet: Just noticed you here, Nabby. Howdy Antelope Frwy: yes, dear friends Beet: Hi Poop ||||||||| 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." Last Surviving Balliol Brother: I am departing, I have to take my pet toroise for his nightly walk. I might return. Cease: Joe Pine has outlived his notoriety on LA media ||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 9:37 PM, dragging bruno by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yo-yo?" Nabby: hey beet Mr. Bark Bark: That's longer than anyone's ever been gone before! EWeston: Good the meethane tank was getting low.. Oh hi Pooper Prof. Knot N. E. Wear : I can't Skype.....55 shoes for the dead: PP! Antelope Frwy: never heard of it, what? Moose: Good night everyone. Principalpoop: huh? no no, skyping, criminy Nabby: in unision throw_a_towel: Out of the fog.. DJTweeny: Hi PrincP, bruno Principalpoop: ruthlessly mahatma57: Repeat after me... Beet: All together , now EWeston: Bye Moose rip up a tent for us DJTweeny: Night Moose, please visit us again Mr. Bark Bark: Oh, my nose! Prof. Knot N. E. Wear : Ouch Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “HOW CAN YOU BE IN TWO PLACES AT ONCE WHEN YOU’RE NOT ANYWHERE AT ALL?” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=hcyb-rv Principalpoop: groping for the door Moose: You know I will. :) EWeston: Keep it in your own hand there Nabby: what? ||||||||| 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: What? ||||||||| The TV flickers on, and Ralph Spoilsport appears: "How can you drive in two places at once when you don't have a genuine Ralph Spoilsport license plate frame? Get one for your car and one for the plate in your head!" Principalpoop: the tattered casebook EWeston: Your own nose ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 9:39 PM, dragging Stones by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Yahoo ™?" ||||||||| 9:39 PM -- Last Surviving Balliol Brother left for parts unknown.(Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow"). mahatma57: I always thought "Obsidian Doorknocker" would be a great band name.. ||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Maxwell - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Paul Bunions - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Lil - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| Wombat - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| docfiresign - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Kevmarks - dead from measles ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Nabby: zzz-z-z-z
Mr. Bark Bark -) lily: catherwood? ||||||||| Catherwood strides over to lily and asks "YESSSSSS?" EWeston: They got Dex!!! Artie Choke: your lucky you still have your brown paper bag DJTweeny: What a reaping! Principalpoop: only one joker in LA Nabby: maybe baby EWeston: Stante Baby Mr. Bark Bark: Worthless? Ha! Not to Melanie Haber! ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:41 PM and Moregard steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. Principalpoop: a cracker back's jocks EWeston: Love that laugh Mr. Bark Bark: All the sights and sounds of pig night... Principalpoop: bettyjo mahatma57: Susan Under Hill? Principalpoop: everyone knew her as Nancy Mr. Bark Bark: ... Audrey Farber? Prof. Knot N. E. Wear : Catherwood go perchase a new house for Usher ||||||||| Catherwood goes perchase a new house for usher. Cease: Must be a hobbit DJTweeny: Hi Moregard Mr. Bark Bark: I see. Sign here. Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “HOW CAN YOU BE IN TWO PLACES AT ONCE WHEN YOU’RE NOT ANYWHERE AT ALL?” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=hcyb-rv Moregard: Hey hey Nabby: or a rabbit mahatma57: Oh Nicky Nicky Nick Nick.. EWeston: And this simple tattoo Beet: What? EWeston: Where! shoes for the dead: kinnikinik Mr. Bark Bark: Where's the fire, Danger?? Nabby: why? Principalpoop: Danger, you haven't seen the last of me EWeston: In your eyes, of course shoes for the dead: wise? Cease: Who? Artie Choke: don't track mud on my clean floor Mr. Bark Bark: And don't go tracking' mud across my nice clean floor! EWeston: I mean in who's movie Principalpoop: Where? Nabby: he's really strict Mr. Bark Bark: Jinx shoes for the dead: What? ||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..." ||||||||| 9:44 PM: Dr. Dog jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!" EWeston: Whom! mahatma57: Great SFX.. Mr. Bark Bark: Oh, you must mean the old same place! lily: am I here Cease: A dog, a bark bark and a cat walked into a chat Principalpoop: Am I blue? ||||||||| Catherwood tosses another cheese log on the fire and intones, "If you want to keep the cornstarch off your mukluks this season, buy a hoodie or a sweatshirt at the Firesign corner Cafepress store." Nabby: truly mahatma EWeston: I confess I'm beside myself lily: Have I been thrown out? shoes for the dead: a cat walked into a French cat? mahatma57: Ha Ha Ha.. Dr. Dog: Arrgh this page was not designed for tablets, back later Principalpoop: missus flotsom or jetsom Mr. Bark Bark: Okay EWeston: Written out! Those vermin! Nabby: I'm Spartacus Mr. Bark Bark: She's in the aviary, studying trees Principalpoop: Oh, you mean Nancy EWeston: I can be Frank Nabby: What? DJTweeny: ** any takers for Skype? Mr. Bark Bark: All those curves, showing through that flimsy burnoose. Principalpoop: and there she stood EWeston: Special sale on W's this millinium only!!! Piss Fest: Stunting them like our future japanese masters lily: I am not skyoe fodder DJTweeny: you can have the one from Texas, EW Nabby: Still discombobulated Tween whatever that means ||||||||| 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!" mahatma57: Tudor Ballustrade would be another good band name.. And, I don't have Skype.. Stop slapping me! EWeston: I have no Idea were that head set is Principalpoop: What? 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: My turn...what? lily: where Nabby: the organist is amazing 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! EWeston: Somewhere in the last reel DJTweeny: Just offering, when anyone feels like it mahatma57: That's all right, I've got a lid in the car.. Principalpoop: Oh, nicky nick nick shoes for the dead: what? Nabby: oh yes Nabby: far out Principalpoop: far out EWeston: Far in Principalpoop: sock it to me Nabby: oinkus shoes for the dead: right off mahatma57: So Great.. lily: keep on truckin... Principalpoop: why she's no fun, she fell right over Nabby: better check! EWeston: right arm and out of state mahatma57: It's alright.. Beet: what is a "side" Mr. Bark Bark: She looked so helpless there, spread-eagled on the floor. Principalpoop: i beat the eagle off Nabby: lol mahatma57: He what the eagle? EWeston: A bilateral fixation ccjctwo: Ha! Nabby: this is a really silly section Beet: Hello to NSA guy Principalpoop: you FUELS Mr. Bark Bark: Night, Rocky! Mr. Bark Bark: Didn't you ever see half-a-key Largo? mahatma57: Rococo, you sleazy weasel.. ||||||||| Catherwood strides up and pipes up "Presenting 'Fellabot', just granted probation at 9:52 PM", then leaves hurriedly. Principalpoop: Give me the negative EWeston: Better that than a sleasy wolverine Nabby: that organ kills me mahatma57: "Sleazy Weazel" there's another one.. Mr. Bark Bark: This ain't no time for ticker-tape parades, baby! DJTweeny: Half a Key Largo? lol, hadn't caught that before DJTweeny: Hi Fellabot EWeston: You need a breath mint Pooper Cease: it should send you back in time,nabby Principalpoop: nancy and the old butler were frozen in terror DJTweeny: Hi Dr. Dog shoes for the dead: didn't ya get enough negative the other week, PP? Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “HOW CAN YOU BE IN TWO PLACES AT ONCE WHEN YOU’RE NOT ANYWHERE AT ALL?” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=hcyb-rv Mr. Bark Bark: So tell your mom to get on it, an do it every day! Nabby: you can't write this stuff Principalpoop: let us banish that unfortunate incident, goodness ||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Moose - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Prof. Knot N. E. Wear - dead from the yaws ||||||||| bruno - dead from the common cold ||||||||| Stones - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... EWeston: I had a head full of ideas that were driving me insane. And mouth full of cotton candy? mahatma57: I still have my pickle and my brown paper bag from the Arie Crown Theater DJTweeny: No Nabby, but they sure can ;) Nabby: just the tip Principalpoop: I am just plain Harry Ames mahatma57: Get on it and do it every day! lily: pickle pie EWeston: The all weather breakfast! Principalpoop: it ain't no use, if you ain't got the boost Nabby: oh yeah man, Tween shoes for the dead: Cue the organist! lily: yummy Mr. Bark Bark: Unfortunately, the dime was in Mr. Rococo's pocket. Principalpoop: Oh nick, you're such a tool Nabby: spin the pickle is underrated Antelope Frwy: if you're looking for some real OTR, you'll want to go here: https://archive.org/details/oldtimeradio mahatma57: No more Jewish writers either.. Nabby: wise up bradshaw Nabby: right arm antelope Beet: Buddhist writers only Principalpoop: fong is an otr officinado, afishinado, expert EWeston: Canadian Buddist's is best Principalpoop: no, you weren't bluffing Mr. Bark Bark: And swim the English Channel? EWeston: A fish in an auto? Your insane! Congradulations!!! mahatma57: Look at this grape! Piss Fest: Gum shoe Antelope Frwy: there really were themes of private eyes vs. the police Beet: Wa Da Do Da Principalpoop: Zimble Nabby: well put Danny Mr. Bark Bark: I hope he gets back before all this dry ice melts... shoes for the dead: wha dee do dah ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. EWeston: Today its a catholic priest versis the police, in Italian Principalpoop: forward, into the past mahatma57: To you it will seem like only a minute.. Mr. Bark Bark: Who's that? (She doesn't even remember all her names.) EWeston: Warp speed into that black hole lily: sucks the life right outta ya Principalpoop: Who is that ugly drawf at your cervix? EWeston: Nice article today on NASA's curent work on a warp drive mahatma57: What are you doing in my flashback? lily: thats no dwarf that my twin Principalpoop: hehe she said sucks hehe EWeston: The backstroke Mr. Bark Bark: And you see? Here we are! mahatma57: Heh Heh Principalpoop: cue the organist Nabby: no CGI necessary EWeston: He's cowering? Principalpoop: what nerve Antelope Frwy: not enough room in this lifecycle for the both of us EWeston: A certain lack thereof mahatma57: OoHh MmYy GgOoOoDdNnEeSsSs.... Mr. Bark Bark: A caste woman, living a life apart... where did your story begin? Principalpoop: ok you, out of the gene pool Nabby: classic line after classic line after cl--etc. lily: not enough room in this lifecycle for the both of us Principalpoop: I thought I was the only one going in sane mahatma57: This hasn't happened to me since "M"... Mr. Bark Bark: Unconditionally... surrender! Piss Fest: Shhh! Nabby: Spoilers Antelope Frwy: what timeline is this? Principalpoop: we have reached our rendevous with destiny lily: theres not enough chlorine in the gene pool Mr. Bark Bark: I Ching #7: The great prince issues commands; vests families with fiefs, inferior people should not be employed. Nabby: we'll never know either shoes for the dead: the 23rd one lily: yippy tie one on Mr. Bark Bark: Is it? EWeston: Hope destiny is willy to go Dutch. Principalpoop: i thought it was vest families with kief EWeston: Willing too mahatma57: Vests families with fiefs.. from the I Ching.. Antelope Frwy: harry turtledove probably wrote about it already Mr. Bark Bark: Yogurt? EWeston: No I just put one out. Principalpoop: ka ching, but seriously folks, take confuscious, please Nabby: take 600 mahatma57: I'm cornfused.. Antelope Frwy: rear flank downdraft? EWeston: Must be the corn smut Principalpoop: yes, thanks dishnuts Mr. Bark Bark: Oh, my look at the time! Cease: you're supposed to be confused lily: horny corny mahatma57: Mutt and Smut..? Principalpoop: wooly booly Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Peter Bergman’s “TRUE CONFESSIONS OF THE REAL WORLD” Here >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=tcotrw-rv Cease: i didn't know dishes had testicles EWeston: From a UrFac on America Principalpoop: small, china you know ||||||||| ccjctwo sneaks away to Public Address System... ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "10:08 PM and late as usual, it's residualecho, just back from California." Antelope Frwy: big brother be watchin your ass (howdy mr nsa!) EWeston: Exosism in your daily life was the source lily: night all thanks see yas round ||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!" ccjctwo: Aviary? Mr. Bark Bark: Spoks on Wall Street. The next album! DJTweeny: Hi echo Nabby: take care lily ||||||||| 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!" mahatma57: I miss Radio Free Oz.. Principalpoop: mao dun Mr. Bark Bark: Spooks, I mean. DJTweeny: bye lily Principalpoop: ciao lily residualecho: greetings ings ings... Nabby: me too mahatma EWeston: G. Carlin; The christians are coming for you. And these are not nice peoplee ccjctwo: 'night Catherwood! ||||||||| Catherwood walks over to ccjctwo and yells "My ears are burning..." Cease: at least some of them are recorded, mahatma ||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| throw_a_towel - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| myeden - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Artie Choke - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Dr. Dog - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Fellabot - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Nabby: glad they were C EWeston: The beatings will continue till keyboard function improves mahatma57: I have them all on iTunes, but the time references are all skewed.. I miss Real Time.. Antelope Frwy: that's private dick to you, buddy Nabby: let's do lsd and demonstrate mahatma57: OK, your place or mine? Cease: all? surely you dont have the krla, kmet and kpfk shows. ||||||||| 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!" EWeston: Do we need a consenting partner, or victim? Cease: if so, you're the only one who does residualecho: Has anybody got any chants? Nabby: I'm easy Principalpoop: yes, it is the dawning of the age of ahh, Aries by now? The Ram? mahatma57: What is the safe word? EWeston: I never know were to put my hands Nabby: splunge Cease: or are you referring to bergman's podcasts? ||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?" Principalpoop: I'm easy like sunday morning Mr. Bark Bark: Splunge for me, too! Piss Fest: That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard! You're fired! shoes for the dead: Snakehead! EWeston: You should get out more Nabby: Thanks Tween mahatma57: Almost rhymes with orange.. ||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'steve', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 10:13 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule... ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - from BOX OF DANGER, “Snakehead Symphony” - 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 buy Box Of Danger at >> http://www.shoutfactory.com/node/175765 **' DJTweeny: Hi steve Principalpoop: another roadside attraction or even cowgirls sing the blues, jasmine something Principalpoop: simple minded illiteration residualecho: That Snakehead Symphony was from the Marin Center Big Broadcast, wasn't it? Cease: tom robbins? read an article about him recently. EWeston: If they's so schmart they can literate Principalpoop: cool, what? do you recall? Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “BOX OF DANGER: The Complete Nick Danger Casebook” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=bod-rv Principalpoop: hahahahaha residualecho: They had a table downstage right for all of them to park at occasionally, and I was front row, so ended up hearing my convulsions well-miked for posterity. Nabby: lol DJTweeny: Don't know, residualecho. No info about it on the web page ||||||||| "10:17 PM? 10:17 PM!!" says Catherwood, "george tirebyter should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as george tirebyter enters and sits in the comfy chair. Principalpoop: quite a large posterity
DJTweeny opens his copy of Box Of Danger to see if there's any info on this track DJTweeny: Hi george Nabby: good golly gosh I have to depart - see you all & have a groovy 1! residualecho: You should have seen it from behind. Nabby: Thanks Tween Principalpoop: hang in there nabby ciao Antelope Frwy: adios shoes for the dead: by Nabby EWeston: We need an attorney general into improv Principalpoop: c'est moi, say moi residualecho: Yes, and...! EWeston: By Nabs DJTweeny: Snakehead Symphony Feb 4 2005 DJTweeny: Radio's A Heartbreak Tour, recorded at Marin Center residualecho: Yep, that was then. Principalpoop: no more calls, we have a winner residualecho: Some meme getting people to list performing artists they'd seen three times. All I came up with was Bowie, and FST. mahatma57: No more Buddhist writers either.. Cease:http://www.npr.org/2014/05/27/314614799/tom-robbins-takes-a-bite-out-of-life-in-peach-pie Cease: it wasnt this one but i forget where i read it. george tirebyter: powerful gasoline and a clean windshield Piss Fest: Brian Wilson & Half Japanese Principalpoop: a new book, wow thanks cat EWeston: Should nave hired Buddist Ninjas Principalpoop: i am rereading against the day by pynchon, tom must wait EWeston: Sound effect chaos!! Cease: i havent read any pyncehon since mason/dixon shoes for the dead: Ashcroft daze Principalpoop: that was fun, and the la detective one too Cease: that dates this piece Piss Fest: this land has lots of Meeses Principalpoop: mitchell EWeston: Jato Attack! ||||||||| george tirebyter leaves at 10:24 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..." ||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| steve - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Nabby - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| squeeze_the_wheeze - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| lily - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Principalpoop: long time no see EWeston: We's droppin like flys Principalpoop: young guy motor detectivbe Antelope Frwy: hai! Principalpoop: Ohio mahatma57: Like little flowers, my tears are.. EWeston: WRite sidewats! ||||||||| Last Surviving Balliol Brother enters at 10:26 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and scurries off to the Haberdashery Barn. ||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 10:26 PM, dragging UncleBucky by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this web surfer?" shoes for the dead: burning jacket Principalpoop: wb balliol uncle EWeston: They go, they come back UncleBucky: OUCH DJTweeny: Hi Uncle Last Surviving Balliol Brother: I do believe I put my foot back in it UncleBucky: I didn't know there was a group chat about Firesign Theatre DJTweeny: ** Remember folks. the chat/show starts officially every Thursday at 9pm Eastern, with warm-up music on the streams starting around 8:45pm Eastern UncleBucky: I'm in Chicago Principalpoop: here we are, or were or was EWeston: we are like many communical deseases mahatma57: Not to be torturing me....! DJTweeny: every week, Uncle :) Antelope Frwy: nope, nobody here - just nsa honey trap DJTweeny: with a simulcast of albums and other material Principalpoop: ahh the windy city, strange pizzas and hot dogs hehe Cease: 19 years, uncle buky shoes for the dead: big square smile UncleBucky: YIKES Last Surviving Balliol Brother: My tortoise is now sufficiently walked and exercised. He gets a bit spiteful when he is overexcited Cease: good food, good architeture, good art. what more could a city want? UncleBucky: I have revered and blathered ITWABOTB for decades EWeston: We got strange dogs and hot pizza here bouts Mr. Bark Bark: 'Night, Rocky! Last Surviving Balliol Brother: I shall be in the city of wind tomorrow night to see the Kids in the Hall Principalpoop: the florescent green relish does emit a strange fascination EWeston: Rapp on, choke! Cease: i bought this record Antelope Frwy: mmmm radium relish - leaves you glowingly sated EWeston: Got real Florine in it UncleBucky: answer the phone Principalpoop: like almost solid mountain dew Beet: Never heard this one before EWeston: The Case of the Missing Shoes, its on vynil DJTweeny: yeah Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “BOX OF DANGER: The Complete Nick Danger Casebook” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=bod-rv Rufus_T_Firetween: Nick Danger: The Case of the Missing Shoe - https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=cotms ||||||||| 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." residualecho: brooms for the insane Principalpoop: ahh mole skin cookies Antelope Frwy: mmmmm eat em, wipe em off, eat em again shoes for the dead: the whole mole ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - from BOX OF DANGER, “Nick Danger: The Case Of The Missing Shoe” - 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 buy Box Of Danger at >> http://www.shoutfactory.com/node/175765 **' UncleBucky: I used to listen to the radio during the day when they still had Ma Brown on the radio Principalpoop: your sock, fish foot Last Surviving Balliol Brother: Fishfoot. EWeston: On top of the flat fish Captain Equinox: And no Buddhist writers! Cease: who was Ma Brown? ||||||||| 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: foloudering ||||||||| 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!" Antelope Frwy: buddhist writers have english accent? shoes for the dead: floundering EWeston: Dey gots eyes on only one side of, their faces Principalpoop: picasso fish Last Surviving Balliol Brother: This is groovy EWeston: From the green period UncleBucky: Ma Brown was a radio serial, a female head of a clan getting into trouble and with a lot of adventures Principalpoop: ouch, she found the sock and he hit her mahatma57: That Darned Sock.. shoes for the dead: it's vinyl! Last Surviving Balliol Brother: All vinyl is groovy Cease: from what era, uncle? EWeston: A vinyl fish? shoes for the dead: only one long groove Last Surviving Balliol Brother: A groove lasting nearly 40 minutes EWeston: In the valley of irregularity UncleBucky: I was a kid in the late 50s, Ma Brown was on until like 1962, pls check wikipedia for the chronology Cease: when i lived in japan i used to listen to alot of old time radio on the us military station there. Cease: will do, uncle UncleBucky: it was one of the last ones, and for me Firesign audio makes me remember the old time radio stuff ||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Mr. Bark Bark - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... UncleBucky: I betcha there are audio tracks of Ma Brow (it was one of the last ones) EWeston: It was a heavy influence on them DJTweeny: they are experts at impersonating OTR Cease: the nick danger series is definitely an attempt to revize that, for our era UncleBucky: Yeah, Cease, but its much better with recreational foods than were some of the old radio shows ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 10:41 PM and Cracker back jocks bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. EWeston: Mix in a little Goon show, a dollop of Americana and there you go Cease: indeed, uncle shoes for the dead: it's probly illegal to hang cliffs these days Cease: otr is so slowwwww Principalpoop: unregistered aliens turning left shoes into phones Beet: Maxwell Smart Phone DJTweeny: ** Remember folks. the chat/show starts officially every Thursday at 9pm Eastern, with warm-up music on the streams starting around 8:45pm Eastern EWeston: Can't inject them with leathal drugs either DJTweeny: Hi cracker, just in time for the end of the show :) DJTweeny: We do this every Thursday folks, please do come back :) shoes for the dead: foot the bill??? UncleBucky: Who runs the DJ booth? :) Last Surviving Balliol Brother: this chat gives me reason t live every week. DJTweeny: guess ||||||||| 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." EWeston: Tweeny aka Kurt shoes for the dead: Thanks Tween!! UncleBucky: Oh, I have to read into the messages, DJTweeny, now I get it. Mwahhaha ||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!" Beet: This was fun. Welcome new guys. Come back next week. Thanks Tween. G'Nite all. UncleBucky: thanks! Captain Equinox: So long, honkies! ||||||||| The TV flickers on, and Ralph Spoilsport appears: "How can you drive in two places at once when you don't have a genuine Ralph Spoilsport license plate frame? Get one for your car and one for the plate in your head!" shoes for the dead: Park it and Lock it! Principalpoop: thanks austin man Last Surviving Balliol Brother: BE safe everyone. Cease: geat show as always, tween Principalpoop: have a super week all, thanks again cat Principalpoop: ciaoo Last Surviving Balliol Brother: Honkies are groovy ||||||||| 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' mahatma57: Nytol.. ||||||||| At 10:45 PM, Principalpoop runs out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..." Moregard: Thanks for the trip back! DJTweeny: FST is much fun :) EWeston: From before fish were obnoxious... ah yah bu by all till X time again DJTweeny: Thanks for listening everybody, and have a great week. See you next time, same FireTime, same FireStation... ||||||||| At 10:45 PM, Last Surviving Balliol Brother vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted! ||||||||| EWeston leaves at 10:45 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..." Antelope Frwy: later man Cease: same fire next time. ||||||||| "Hey Cease!" ... Cease turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 10:46 PM, I don't have to go yet!"... Captain Equinox: Adieu. ||||||||| 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 jamesalan falls out at 10:46 PM. UncleBucky: post in FB again? DJTweeny: I post every week DJTweeny: and a reminder on Wednesday as well UncleBucky: I will look now for sure DJTweeny: Sorry jamesalan, show is over :/ DJTweeny: ** Remember folks. the chat/show starts officially every Thursday at 9pm Eastern, with warm-up music on the streams starting around 8:45pm Eastern DJTweeny: Until last time, again... ||||||||| DJTweeny rushes off, saying "10:48 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?" ||||||||| Catherwood says "10:48 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Rufus_T_Firetween by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door ||||||||| 10:50 PM -- Merlyn left for parts unknown.(Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow"). ||||||||| Ow, my nose waltzes in at 10:50 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. Ow, my nose: Looking forward to it next week, then! ||||||||| It's 10:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Cracker back jocks - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| mahatma57 - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Beet - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| 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. ||||||||| "11:00 PM? 11:00 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Kaiju should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Kaiju enters and sits in front of the fireplace. Kaiju: ahhh nice a toasty ||||||||| 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 dan falls out at 11:05 PM. ||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| UncleBucky - dead from the yaws ||||||||| residualecho - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Antelope Frwy - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Captain Equinox - dead from the common cold ||||||||| Piss Fest - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| jamesalan - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Ow, my nose - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| It's 11:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| dan - dead from The Plague ||||||||| 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: ||||||||| Kaiju - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Catherwood enters with snarkyman close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 11:48 PM tree-stunting plans, and rushes off to the anteroom. ||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'Ellen', just granted probation at 11:56 PM", then leaves hurriedly. Ellen: How can you be in two places at once, when you're not anywhere at aaaaaall! ||||||||| Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) tiptoes in around 11:58 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident." ||||||||| 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.. Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Why Hi, Gear Friends! Flatman and I are currently in Liverpool which is, as you all know, the hometown of Elvis! ||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and intones "Announcing 'Dornob', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 12:01 AM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule... Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Yes, that Catherwood now... the mysterious workings of his mind have long eluded me -- but not for long! HA! That's a paradox! ||||||||| Catherwood eludeds Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) -- but not for long ha that's a paradox. Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Even as we speak, we are making our way to a Cavernous Club of sorts ... we are in disguise as is our custom so it's rather hard to see where we are... Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Chester? We're in Chester? Must have taken the wrong Tube... Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Still here Dear Fiends... now we are making our way to an Indian Restaurant with our good fremd Rocky Rococo. ||||||||| It's 12:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Ellen - dead from the common cold ||||||||| snarkyman - dead from the common cold ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Our good friend, Dr. Robert, is getting us coffee which he apparently mixing with Indian Lassi and some strange looking pills. Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Ah! Now we have become enlightened! We truly are everywhere at once. Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Is. Forgot the "is" above! Well, we shall soon see you all in the UK, Dear Heads. ||||||||| At 12:14 AM, Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) scurries out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..." ||||||||| Catherwood leads Uh, Clem. into the room, accepts an I.O.U. as a gratuity, grumbles something about 12:23 AM, then departs. ||||||||| It's 12:25 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Dornob - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Uh, Clem.: Oh go ahead, squeeze the wheeze. Many people like to. ||||||||| It's 12:40 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Uh, Clem. - 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 1 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| It's 1:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Moregard - dead from jaundice ||||||||| 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:
Antelope Frwy
Artie Choke
Beet
Captain Equinox
ccjctwo
Cease
Dexter Fong
DJTweeny
docfiresign
Dr. Dog
Ellen
EWeston
george tirebyter
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!)
Kaiju
Last Surviving Balliol Brother
Lil
lily
mahatma57
Maxwell
Merlyn
Moose
Moregard
Mr. Bark Bark
myeden
Nabby
Ow, my nose
Paul Bunions
Piss Fest
Principalpoop
Prof. Knot N. E. Wear
residualecho
Rufus_T_Firetween
shoes for the dead
squeeze_the_wheeze
throw_a_towel Uh, Clem.
UncleBucky
