||||||||| 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 26, 2014 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule... ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and intones "Presenting 'DJTweeny', just granted probation at 7:14 PM", then leaves hurriedly. ||||||||| At 7:15 PM, DJTweeny vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted! ||||||||| 7:16 PM: DJTweeny jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!" ||||||||| New notice: '** There will be a Firesign Theatre/US Plus Stimulcast starting at 9pmET this evening. Warm-up music begins around 8:45pmET **' ||||||||| 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 9pmET 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) **' ||||||||| Catherwood strides up and announces "Presenting 'lil_artie', just granted probation at 8:37 PM", then leaves hurriedly. ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:38 PM and WallofScience steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - Warm Up Music (CCR, The Who) - 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) **' DJTweeny: Hi artie, WoS WallofScience: howdy ||||||||| Catherwood enters with Rufus_T_Firetween close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 8:39 PM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the vestibule. ||||||||| Catherwood walks up and pipes up "Presenting 'Mighty Tim', just granted probation at 8:40 PM", then leaves hurriedly. DJTweeny: lil_artie, Nino says you're from D.C., is that right? DJTweeny: Hi Tim DJTweeny: ** If you want to know where your fellow chatters live, ask Nino The Mindboggler by clicking on the link at the bottom of the page. ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies ''Bob'' in through the front door at 8:41 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. DJTweeny: ** WE’RE STREAMING LIVE!! - 128k (for broadband listeners) at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k (for dial-up users) at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u DJTweeny: Hi Bob ''Bob'': Hey there, Tweeny! ||||||||| 8:42 PM: F. Burnoose (was ccjctwo) jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!" DJTweeny: Hi Burnoose F. Burnoose (was ccjctwo): Hey DJ! F. Burnoose (was ccjctwo): did you get a chance to check out the Dylan pliers pic? DJTweeny: What was the name of the album again? DJTweeny: I had my hands full last week ;) DJTweeny: Blue something? Mighty Tim: Blonde on Blonde DJTweeny: k Rufus_T_Firetween:https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blonde_on_Blonde F. Burnoose (was ccjctwo): Google images has the photo, wiki has the reference DJTweeny: can't find anything in Google Images except the cover F. Burnoose (was ccjctwo): makes more sense (to me) than the old rotary tuner thing! but what do I know?!? DJTweeny: If you can find an image URL please do share F. Burnoose (was ccjctwo):http://www.sfae.com/index.php?pg=301738&c=64 DJTweeny: Maybe one of the Firesigns will pop in sometime and we can ask them :) DJTweeny: Will add that one to the list ||||||||| Catherwood strides up and announces "Presenting 'Bambi', just granted probation at 8:48 PM", then leaves hurriedly. ||||||||| Catherwood ushers EWeston inside, makes a note of the time (8:48 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. Bambi: howdy folks ||||||||| 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: OK, cool Burnoose EWeston: Is this the road to maggot pier? DJTweeny: Hey Bambi :-) DJTweeny: Hi EW Bambi: hey Kurt ||||||||| Catherwood leads ah, Clem inside, makes a note of the time (8:50 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. EWeston: Your Tweenatude DJTweeny: Bambi, we were debating the origin of the Dwarf/Pliers album name ||||||||| Catherwood ushers mac cat inside, makes a note of the time (8:50 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. DJTweeny: I told the story about the TV tuner, but apparently there are references to a Dylan photo DJTweeny: Hi clem ||||||||| 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." DJTweeny: Hi cat ah, Clem: Hi DJTweeny ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:52 PM and dell cat steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. ||||||||| Catherwood escorts lily into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, grumbles something about 8:52 PM, then departs. lily: Low all DJTweeny: Hi lily dell cat: Bambi and Clem too! dell cat: Two of me, and two of you Bambi: Wikipedia "In Phil Austin's notes to the 1987 Mobile Fidelity re-release of this album he says "Dwarf is the story of the five ages of Man and in particular, the five ages of one George Leroy Tirebiter; a man named after a dog" " DJTweeny: ought to be able to stream on one of those machines, cat ;) ah, Clem: Hey, Del Cat lily: Hows tricks and while we are on the subject Bambi:http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Don't_Crush_That_Dwarf,_Hand_Me_the_Pliers Bambi: but that doesn't really help as much as I hoped .ol EWeston: Don't bruise the subject DJTweeny: Yeah, but what's the meaning of the title? ah, Clem: don't need no stinkin' title lily: you have to squeeze them to release the juice dell cat: i'm listening on the mac and typing on the dell EWeston: Some where in The Big Mystery Joke Book the work is compared to a work by Wihelm Riech. ||||||||| Catherwood ushers revjim inside, makes a note of the time (8:56 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. dell cat: didn't run the blender long enough. this strawberry margarita is almost like eating strawberries. lily: drunk berries DJTweeny: Hi revjim ah, Clem: shot glass EWeston: Devlish berrys ||||||||| 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!" dell cat: a friend drives several hours to pick the best strawberries around to make margaritas with. this is my first attempt DJTweeny: Well cat, that's one way to do it ||||||||| Outside, the 8:57 PM crosstown bus from Pennsylvania pulls away, leaving Johnny Fever coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. DJTweeny: I have no problem playing the 128k stream on my Ubuntu Dell box DJTweeny: Hi Johnny lily: catherwood cough please ||||||||| Catherwood strides over to lily and inquires "Typing my name just to rile me, eh?" revjim: Howdy ! And the Funway is already in progress ! ||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?" dell cat: i used to be able to before, tween. dont know why i get no sound now Johnny Fever: Hey Noww! ||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..." ||||||||| "8:58 PM? 8:58 PM!!" says Catherwood, "squeeze_the_wheeze should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as squeeze_the_wheeze enters and sits in front of the fireplace. F. Burnoose (was ccjctwo): Every day I get in the qeue DJTweeny: Hi squeeze ||||||||| 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 shoes for the dead disembarks at 8:59 PM. ||||||||| Catherwood escorts Mudhead into the room, accepts an I.O.U. as a gratuity, mutters something about 8:59 PM, then departs. F. Burnoose (was ccjctwo): cue ||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'Lil', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:59 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule... EWeston: Somdays you must be the qeue shoes for the dead: Howdy squeeze_the_wheeze: howdy hi howdy ho DJTweeny: Hi shoes, Mudhead, Lil ||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, June 26, 2014 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!" F. Burnoose (was ccjctwo): queue Lil: Hi Tweeny, hi all dell cat: lots of lils today EWeston: Qeue du jour? lily: or the queue ball ||||||||| Ralph Spoilsport drives in through the door and says "Buy a new or used T-shirt from the Firesign Theatre Cafepress store! Hurry before this sentence ends!" EWeston: There's another Lil or two there, Be afraid DJTweeny: Bozos shoes for the dead: queue and aye WallofScience: would you buy a car from this man? EWeston: I'd buy a blender from him
Bambi :) ''Bob'': HONK! Lil: The guys need better designs on their stuff, like their album covers, or eyeball hats Lil: Yep be very afraid dell cat: You can volunteer, Lil ''Bob'': I think Bozos is my favorite of the albums. shoes for the dead: new phases are good F. Burnoose (was ccjctwo): Right on Lil! a HQ Moore Science sweatshirt . . . lily: eyeball hats done ||||||||| 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!" ||||||||| 9:02 PM: General Dysfunction jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!" dell cat: ah yes ||||||||| Outside, the 9:03 PM bus from West Virginia pulls away, leaving Beet coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. ''Bob'': Though EYKIW is close. ||||||||| 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 Nabby gets out at 9:03 PM. Lil: Eyeball hats and designs not currently available EWeston: Go to the mall with a Sex with my hat, hat Beet: Hi all. Playing my absolute favorite tonight. Love it. Lil: More Science sounds good too EWeston: Keep in phaze Beet lily: never needs hair cream ah, Clem: I'm sorry, I need to speak t DR. Memory General Dysfunction: greetings, bozos and bozoettes ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "9:04 PM and late as usual, it's Mary, just back from Albuquerque." Lil: How about "I do it in my hat" ''Bob'': memory memory memory Beet: I keep trying, EW General Dysfunction: sex in a hat? Bambi: wanting to get cloned there clem? ||||||||| Catherwood leads So Good W into the room, accepts a jar of pennies as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:05 PM, then departs. EWeston: Sexual appliances for fun and prophit dell cat: yes kesey's bus F. Burnoose (was ccjctwo): Furthur ||||||||| Catherwood leads Denys in through the front door at 9:05 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. dell cat: shally EWeston: Onan Winkiedinks fav Lil: What about "I squeeze the wheeze" General Dysfunction: eye got perspektive too dell cat: die-een ||||||||| Catherwood says "9:06 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs So Good W by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door EWeston: Never work as a prono title Denys: what time does it start.. ||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!" ||||||||| "9:06 PM? 9:06 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Cheryl should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Cheryl enters and sits in the comfy chair. ||||||||| HolyGram enters at 9:06 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and dashes off to the Hat Pack Annex. General Dysfunction: comma guy ya? ||||||||| 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." Cheryl: oh no! not the comfy chair! EWeston: Cumbyah later Mudhead: caw caw! General Dysfunction: gooda joba tweena shoes for the dead: hey mister wait for me! i gotta nickle, wait for me!!!! dell cat: i wrote that long ago but it still works for me DJTweeny: Hi Cheryl General Dysfunction: the birds the birds ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies warhawk inside, makes a note of the time (9:09 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. HolyGram: I said live or live with it! EWeston: They're to close to the wheels ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “I THINK WE’RE ALL BOZOS ON THIS BUS” - 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/firtheatithi.html **' revjim: You may already be there ! DJTweeny: Hi warhawk ||||||||| It's 9:10 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 ||||||||| Mighty Tim - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... DJTweeny: Hi HolyGram General Dysfunction: the stream warhawk: just waitin lily: believe in farse ||||||||| Dysfunctional_Friend waltzes in at 9:10 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. General Dysfunction: howdy whisperin warhawk: hello there DJTweeny: Hi Friend ||||||||| Catherwood ushers squeeze_the_wheeze inside, makes a note of the time (9:10 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “I THINK WE’RE ALL BOZOS ON THIS BUS” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=bozos-rv HolyGram: HiYas, DJ! Bambi: howdy :-) lily: hi warhawk General Dysfunction: here we go! ||||||||| 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!" dell cat: how are things in Virginia, Bambi? lily: catfish catherwood ||||||||| Catherwood strides alongside lily and says "Do you have something for me to do?" Dysfunctional_Friend: Doors close in five seconds Mudhead: hello all Lil: I thought it was Freudstein shoes for the dead: who have I got to lose? General Dysfunction: where's my seat...oh! ||||||||| Around 9:12 PM, Mudhead walks off into the sunset... EWeston: 49 50 Flocked Job freahly parsed! Bambi: hot ... it's summer Cat :-) lily: dog soupp DJTweeny: ** WE’RE STREAMING LIVE!! - 128k (for broadband listeners) at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k (for dial-up users) at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u Bambi: canada would be so much nicer this time of year ||||||||| Mudhead tiptoes in around 9:12 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident." Beet: I must admait I never understood what "stream" one was peeing in Dysfunctional_Friend: Follow the yellow rubber line to your seat ||||||||| Catherwood strides up and announces "Presenting 'Mister FosterFreeze', just granted probation at 9:13 PM", then leaves hurriedly. WallofScience: this is a hell of a bus DJTweeny: Hi Foster dell cat: nature itself, beet Mister FosterFreeze: Hiya Kids DJTweeny: plenty of seats :) General Dysfunction: lettuce paws lily: VA yellow line Mudhead: I'll take one Frosty Foster Freeze please dell cat: like the bear in the first bear whiz beer ad shoes for the dead: hey Freeze ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "9:13 PM and late as usual, it's Merlyn, just back from Minneapolis." WallofScience: do it man! Beet: I think that's it, dell. Thanks dell cat: merl, you havent been flooded? Mister FosterFreeze: Hi all Bambi: hey Merlyn shoes for the dead: Meylyn! DJTweeny: Hey Merlyn lily: lint free tooth paste HolyGram: It's in the water, Dell, that's why it's yellow. Merlyn: hey Beet: hi freeze EWeston: Merl itself doesn't know ||||||||| Catherwood leads rockinrick in through the front door at 9:14 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. WallofScience: amazing DJTweeny: We had almost 50 people in the chat at one point last week. I like it :) DJTweeny: Hi rick Mudhead: oh, a bear wiz? No, thanks, I want a Freeze dell cat: i thought it was industrial pollution, holy Nabby: Is this simulated do you suppose? 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 rockinrick: I like billiards! lily: and I missed it lol ||||||||| Bialowski bounds in at 9:15 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. EWeston: Rubber yellow lines are your friends General Dysfunction: honk honk DJTweeny: Hi Betty Jo HolyGram: Try a vacation in Golden, CO Beet: That's me! DJTweeny: Hi Beet EWeston: Try the shushe on Altbarn 6 shoes for the dead: please keep your hands to yourself General Dysfunction: lone tertle Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “I THINK WE’RE ALL BOZOS ON THIS BUS” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=bozos-rv EWeston: Its turtles all the way down DJTweeny: Where's Dexter? HolyGram: Ha! shoes for the dead: loan turtle? ||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!" Beet: This thing is so rich and yet the principles are completely simple ultimately. lily: what does a moonbeam smell like EWeston: With his faithful guppy Fred DJTweeny: lots of layers, Beet Beet: cheese General Dysfunction: lemons EWeston: Stinky cheeze HolyGram: How rat bob, Bob? lily: cheezy toes Merlyn: hey Beet, you related to Joe Beets? Or the Whisperin' Squash? EWeston: With or without katchup ||||||||| Dysfunctional_Friend rushes off, saying "9:19 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?" General Dysfunction: more animals Beet: I am of the lonesome family of beets shoes for the dead: moonbeams can't smell ||||||||| "9:19 PM? 9:19 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Abba should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Abba enters and sits on the divan. General Dysfunction: spiny dog fish DJTweeny: Hi Abba Beet: the voice of God! ||||||||| Catherwood leads Mr. Bark Bark into the room, accepts an I.O.U. as a gratuity, mutters something about 9:20 PM, then departs. General Dysfunction: finally! dell cat: doggedly ||||||||| Outside, the 9:20 PM uptown bus from Billville pulls away, leaving llanwydd coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. Mr. Bark Bark: Ruthlessly! EWeston: Not a jungle bunny? llanwydd: good evening folks ||||||||| elpoptart waltzes in at 9:20 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. lily: NSA dell cat: hey llan General Dysfunction: ruhh rohh Bambi: hi llanwydd EWeston: Distract him with the bunny shoes for the dead: hey lp llanwydd: looks like a cool crowd tonight General Dysfunction: here bunny Beet: Oh, yes. Hello Mr. NSA guy. HolyGram: Yes, Hell-o nsa guy! lily: captured your smell Nabby: Man is still dropping great loads ||||||||| 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: still makes me laugh llanwydd: pardon me for asking but what is this "NSA guy" thing about? EWeston: Its down there in the compost, I know it! Bialowski: Everyone's always telling me to stay on the yellow line ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:22 PM and millvalley sashays out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. General Dysfunction: ruhh rohh Nabby: The NSA are a bunch of ninnies ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "9:22 PM and late as usual, it's nufced, just back from Pennsylvania." shoes for the dead: he's the only one in the room laughing, Beet General Dysfunction: i laugh, ha ha lily: they listen when no one else will Bialowski: Amscray, Catherwood ||||||||| Catherwood steps over to Bialowski and mumbles "Typing my name just to rile me, eh?" Beet: It's just that we assume we have a special NSA monitor assiged to us and we are just being polite ||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!" EWeston: I larf, oops. DJTweeny: Hi Mill, nufeed General Dysfunction: we are nothing if not polite elpoptart: its me, im the nsa bot ||||||||| "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!" lily: Cathwood strawberries for all? Mudhead: Drinks for eveyone Catherwood ||||||||| Catherwood walks right past Mudhead dell cat: girl from mill valley, great tune llanwydd: smacks of paranoia EWeston: Lets see your Turing cert Beet: ANSA poptart? lil_artie: thuds first law! Mudhead: Catherwood get drinks for all ||||||||| Catherwood gets drinks for all. ||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?" Nabby: Oh Spunky General Dysfunction: eternal principl principa principlees Mudhead: Allhail Dr Fudd ||||||||| "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!" Beet: just because we are paranoid doesn't mean they aren't there dell cat: i'll contribute my chunky margarita. back to sangria for me lily: bitter laptop ||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| ah, Clem - dead from measles ||||||||| Cheryl - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| warhawk - dead from the common cold ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “I THINK WE’RE ALL BOZOS ON THIS BUS” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=bozos-rv General Dysfunction: testiclees deeviaunt EWeston: Laptop biter desires AC DC connection Nabby: Live it or live with it. shoes for the dead: up against the wall!! DJTweeny: ** WE’RE STREAMING LIVE!! - 128k (for broadband listeners) at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k (for dial-up users) at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u Nabby: zzzzzzzzzzap lily: loaded granny smith HolyGram: Strait ahead! EWeston: Assemble on the poop deck! Beet: somebody told me once that the guy saying "straight ahead" was Mohammud Ali. Sounds bogus though HolyGram: carryin' da bum... DJTweeny: Hey LLan, didn't see you sneak in lily: ya can't have a negative without a positive General Dysfunction: plug it in! llanwydd: didn't exactly sneak, tween. good to be here lily: tune it on dell cat:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wnUZlRdUx8c Bialowski: where tonight too many of them will be sleeping in other people's cars llanwydd: on a good night too EWeston: Then we get into holes General Dysfunction: failure and food for thot Nabby: thanks Cat EWeston: Snot here? DJTweeny: Great to see ya, LLan lil_artie: Aw forget it! llanwydd: what's not there? shoes for the dead: or caves, which are holes on their sides EWeston: I've forgotten Bialowski: DON'T forget it. General Dysfunction: me tru dell cat: back in new york, llan? ||||||||| 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!" lily: you have your pants down llanwydd: what's the subject? The Beethoven Piano Snottas? Beet: Hey dell that links to some Jeff Beck music. What's the connection? shoes for the dead: Jeeum General Dysfunction: and while we're on the subject... ||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!" llanwydd: not at the moment, cat. I'm going up for a visit in a couple of weeks Nabby: Beck's birthday couple days ago dell cat: the song i referred to earlier, girl from mill valley. EWeston: I used to be beside myself. Then the aliens stole half of me dell cat: someone named millvalley just showed up here. Nabby: Max Middleton 4 Ever! 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! Beet: Oh, sorry ||||||||| 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 sound man falls out at 9:30 PM. llanwydd: that doesn't sound familiar, cat lily: probe rebels General Dysfunction: carefully dell cat: what doesn't? lil_artie: he broke the president! llanwydd: what's sound man? A Marvel Comics superhero or an underpaid theatre crew member? llanwydd: the song you mentioned, cat General Dysfunction: yes DJTweeny: Hi sound man EWeston: Today all we get are kneebiters attacking the president sound man: Hey.. llanwydd: how sound are you, man? Beet: I could write a tome of a commentary on all of the things in this record. I have spent many hours with this one. lil_artie: close B clothes mode. General Dysfunction: read me Mr. Bark Bark: Oh my duck! His pants have disappeared! dell cat: from jeff beck's apple album HolyGram: breaking the president EWeston: Good for a stage 5 earthquake lily: farting rainbows llanwydd: guess I don't know that one Nabby: gate to close, flop flip General Dysfunction: loved that apple album, partly for the album art lil_artie: porridge bird? Nabby: aww lily llanwydd: actually I have only heard "Wired" dell cat: nicky hopkins tune, i believe. he was ubiquitous in those days. dell cat: just about everything's on youtube now lily: no underware here Beet: little squinty eyes General Dysfunction: i said album, so much revealed dell cat: every album i likled seemed to have nicky tickling the ivories Nabby: underwhere? EWeston: Still a few years for underwear General Dysfunction: underwhires shoes for the dead: over there lily: lol live like you are in scotland WallofScience: yes, damn EWeston: In clown underwear General Dysfunction: this ride is clothesed Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “I THINK WE’RE ALL BOZOS ON THIS BUS” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=bozos-rv EWeston: Fresh off the bush shoes for the dead: he broke the precedent lily: watch out my seltzer bottle has a hair trigger llanwydd: Bozos was the FST album that took me years to buy dell cat: shrub? 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 Beet: as he crosses the tracks the announcers accent changes to mexican EWeston: Watch out for that recursion! dell cat: why is that, llan? DJTweeny: speaking of The Funway llanwydd: I was so busy with the others I didn't get around to Bozos for a ridiculously long time Mr. Bark Bark: You'll need a crobar! General Dysfunction: an anxious androiiiiiid llanwydd: you mean a crewmark EWeston: Eh ||||||||| Catherwood enters with Elayne close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 9:37 PM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the sitting room. Elayne: Evenin' all! Nabby: Ooh the Haunted Space Station llanwydd: Hi Elayne Mr. Bark Bark: ;-) lily: a rasp shoes for the dead: hey El! DJTweeny: Hey Elayne General Dysfunction: hi elayne! ||||||||| "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!" Beet: The Originator is here! Nabby: Hi Elayne EWeston: Elayne, won't you lie down? llanwydd: Hey Harry dell cat: a friend sent it to me when it came out. i had just moved to a city in japan which called itself "music city" because of all the instruments that were made there. seemed a good place to hear this first time General Dysfunction: oh my goodness Elayne: EWeston, if I lie down now I won't get up again until morning. Still really, really tired. Nabby: Robot's Rules of Order by Robby 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 Bialowski: ah, Clem is in a black ops prison in Armenia. Amnestry Internationale had me send a postcard to try to get him out. Elayne: But Tuesday begins a brand new working life for me, so I just have to hang in until then. General Dysfunction: somebody say amen llanwydd: LOL, Bialowski dell cat: Be healthy, El DJTweeny: Catherwood, say amen ||||||||| Catherwood says "amen" General Dysfunction: tuesday,...isn't this thursdray EWeston: Someow you made me think of Groucho's first scene with Ms. Dunaway Elayne: Thanks Deli1 Nabby: Achoo Beet: If you don't mind me asking, E, what's the new job? lily: ahhhhmen General Dysfunction: thanks dj ||||||||| 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!" llanwydd: mrs dunaway? I must have missed that one General Dysfunction: i ||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Johnny Fever - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Bambi - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| F. Burnoose (was ccjctwo) - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Mister FosterFreeze - dead from the common cold ||||||||| rockinrick - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| Abba - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| millvalley - dead from The Plague ||||||||| nufced - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... General Dysfunction: ij dell cat: i'm listening on the mac and typing on the dell, so i'm in two cats at once ||||||||| Catherwood escorts Mark Time in through the front door at 9:40 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. General Dysfunction: i'm frighttened or tired lily: we did not have a thursday last week EWeston: His fist words on screen to his leading lady for many years DJTweeny: Hi Mark WallofScience: worker pushing the droids around again dell cat: tired is better, gen. lil_artie: I love this part... WallofScience: hacker Nabby: how is that possible lily Nabby: time warp? dell cat: are you in a different universe, lily? General Dysfunction: i didn't know, i must make up for it llanwydd: interesting, weston. I know groucho very well I I don't know mrs dunaway Mark Time: Happy landings! lily: I had two wed. s last week lol Bialowski: Mrs. Dunaway? You mean Bonnie & Clyde? Nabby: now print! EWeston: Close Deputy Dan B clothes mode General Dysfunction: i'm going to do that next week, coworkers will love it! lily: I stepped into my paintings and refused to come out and play ||||||||| Outside, the 9:41 PM downtown bus from Billville pulls away, leaving drmemory coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. Nabby: you can't have two Wed's it's not "allowed" Beet: This is one of the most heady pieces ever recorded on any medium ever dell cat: i see. good reason, lily EWeston: Her charater name for the film was Mrs Rittenhouse Nabby: Sounds good lily General Dysfunction: groover dam shoes for the dead: good timing Dr. lily: Tell that to my calendar llanwydd: I think you mean Margaret Dumont, EWeston EWeston: Hoovers dime ||||||||| Catherwood leads UncleBucky inside, makes a note of the time (9:42 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. Nabby: Hello worker EWeston: That's her. I's bad with names. Never leave one wiith me General Dysfunction: tick tock tick tock drmemory: heheh Nabby: Dr. um.... ahh..... UncleBucky: Yeah, I'm here. Seems I am addicted to the Wall of Science General Dysfunction: tough grid man lil_artie: arent you happy? llanwydd: You know Margaret Dumont never understood any of Groucho's jokes EWeston: Got some hot photons if your feeling dim DJTweeny: Hi Bucky 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 llanwydd: That's the official story anyway. Sometimes I wonder if she was just embarrassd by them Bialowski: Wall of Science was Cosmos for its time dell cat: thats true for a lot of people, llan Beet: please choose lily: thanks tweeny dell cat: good point, bette joe ||||||||| "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: please shoes EWeston: I've read some books by the brothers. I don't remember any comment on Margrate ||||||||| 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: don General Dysfunction: don't make the doctor shoes for the dead: gypsy Dr!! ||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!" dell cat: i love this ending. UncleBucky: Fawgetdabowdit ||||||||| 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!" lily: clogs EWeston: Don't make out with the doctor dell cat: do you remember the future? forget it, tapehead Nabby: "tapehead"? just noticed that llanwydd: If you've read some books by the brothers, I wonder if you have read my alltime favorite autobiograpy, Harpo Speaks Nabby: clogged feet ||||||||| 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 scotty plummets into the garden at 9:45 PM. lily: wheres cease? Beet: the ultimate of dualities - the past and the future. Forget it! Mr. Bark Bark: Oh-- and-- well worth-- well worth a dollar... DJTweeny: Hi scotty EWeston: I was a sailor, and wierd with a beard General Dysfunction: dollar for a doctor llanwydd: if not, I recommend it lily: a yen General Dysfunction: two step bob worksin my office dell cat: many decades ago, llan. my memory is not that good. also groucho letters which weren't as witty as he was orally Beet: Me too, EW UncleBucky: ah the balls EWeston: I did read one by Harpo, but I can't think of the title ||||||||| 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 ordinaryguy falls out at 9:46 PM. Beet: Classic Nabby: put $50 between them and you get a better reading General Dysfunction: yes dell cat: read good bio of groucho llanwydd: I believe Harpo Speaks was his only book Nabby: thanks Tween Bialowski: In my village the currency was based on TVs, man lil_artie: GreAt album! ||||||||| scotty, spotting Bradshaw, runs into The Portrait Gallery. General Dysfunction: Yes Indeed! llanwydd: I've read biographies of the marx bros but never one specifically about groucho Lil: That went fast EWeston: Aviation subhunter Beet. I did catch the end of the war lily: human tears Bialowski: Bradshaw! General Dysfunction: but somehow it is okay! Beet: Get the good stuff General Dysfunction: will do! shoes for the dead: Lets Eat!!! Mr. Bark Bark: There was a hilarious section on Chico's gambling problems in the book "George S. Kaufman and his friends," a 900 page tome-- the Marx brothers section is somewhere in the middle. Beet: My deal was air traffic controller. Also an airdale General Dysfunction: more sugar Lil: Nice Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Peter Bergman’s “TRUE CONFESSIONS OF THE REAL WORLD” Here >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=tcotrw-rv lily: beet me wx airdale ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:49 PM and Floralacres sashays out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. EWeston: Their father really should have oppenned a restaraunt Mr. Bark Bark: Oops, got to go-- Chicago's vodka won't drink itself... Bialowski: Everybody in my high school was named Jim, too. DJTweeny: Hi Floral llanwydd: yeah, chico's gambling was out of control for most of his life 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 dell cat: that's why they kept having to work when they didn't want to, bark? Beet: Cool, lily shoes for the dead: Hey Flo General Dysfunction: yestiddey Elayne: I just noticed the album playing. Now that my work situation is changing I can confess, "I think we're all bozos on this bus" is the pass phrase I use to get into my current work compuer EWeston: I got to fly on the airplane with the $400 toilet seat. There was no tiolet under it General Dysfunction: what a suprise ||||||||| 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 Uh, Clem (of course) plummets into the garden at 9:51 PM. dell cat: hopefully for the better, El lily: bare with you Nabby: I can't bear that Elayne: Absolutely Cat. Beet: highly classified employment DJTweeny: wb clem WallofScience: great satan's whore - great name for a band Bialowski: ah, Clem! You're back! dell cat: Then I'm delighted shoes for the dead: Uncle David!! EWeston: Somehow you just never needed to take a dump on the airplane. And it flew for a long time lily: the suction alone would pull the pimples off your.. ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - from the DOMM Let’s Eat Broadcasts “THE WHISPERIN’ SQUASH SHOW”- listen to the stream at 128k at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k for dial-up users at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u - YOU CAN PURCHASE DUKE OF MADNESS MOTORS AT >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/firesale/firesale.php?audio#DUKEOFPFTFTJ **' General Dysfunction: whizzzberin squash Uh, Clem (of course): yep! Elayne: My first long-term job the company decided to outsource my position. They're no longer in existence. EWeston: Barncle bait we calls it llanwydd: I got a phone call from a friend a little while ago who wants me to watch Spartacus at 10 Elayne: My second long-term job, the company went from 50+ employees to 3 by the time I left. UncleBucky: What is the intro music for the whispering beet show? Nabby: feather them splendidly llanwydd: I've never seen it but I liked the film quite a bit so... Nabby: what? General Dysfunction: i'd take kirk douglas for 25 Bialowski: I am Spartacus. llanwydd: LOL, Bial Elayne: This one, , the company was bought out/merged with a bigger company and we all get to keep our jobs but the company as such won't really exist as of Tuesday. Nabby: I am Spartacus Elayne: I feel like it's somehow my fault, that I go to places and outlast the places. :) lily: I am Spartacus General Dysfunction: well then, .. dell cat: I am Catacus ||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?" EWeston: I am greek westlin oil Beet: I am Spartacus llanwydd: I watched him fill out a job application today for the first time in his life and he's 69 General Dysfunction: wait, i'm writing this down.... shoes for the dead: I am cusapart EWeston: Sparticus is skizo llanwydd: he doesn't need to work but he feels like it apparently ||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| elpoptart - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Merlyn - dead from jaundice ||||||||| squeeze_the_wheeze - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... dell cat: copy and paste is easier, gen. EWeston: I an Cuzinart! Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about for DUKE OF MADNESS MOTORS - Every Firesign Theatre radio broadcast from the "Dear Friends" era (1970-1972) >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=domm-ln General Dysfunction: i'm on it Beet: Merl's gone Elayne: Yeah, my soon-to-be-former bosses (or "assignments" actually) are in their 70s and feel that way too. llanwydd: but I'm likely to be back after Spartacus lily: we are all skizo on this bus Nabby: Spooky is chasing a bug General Dysfunction: skizos on tour DJTweeny: ** For those of you not familiar, there's a log of the entire chat you can view to catch up. Click on the LOG link at the bottom of the page to view tonight's log. General Dysfunction: go spooky go DJTweeny: ** If you want to know where your fellow chatters live, ask Nino The Mindboggler by clicking on the link at the bottom of the page. Nabby: Good kitty EWeston: The multiple reality tour llanwydd: I look at the old chat's from time to time, tween. They are very entertaining shoes for the dead: multiple identity Floralacres: hey !! I lost my place in line !!!...you guys are as crazy and I am... I love it but I dfeel bad ----I lost my servants who were in the barrols Mudhead: g companies we would be proud to manage or own, but the 50-70 year olds decided they wanted the cash upfront and sold our future for their present. llanwydd: sorry I meant chats, not chat's shoes for the dead: multiple identity General Dysfunction: loggers in limbo lily: multiple organs EWeston: Multiple redundancy Nabby: btw, Nabby's in Kirkland, not Mpls. ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:58 PM and Jubal bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. Mudhead: Now we have to find new companies to build and start at the bottom again. DJTweeny: >> llanwydd: I look at the old chat's from time to time, tween. They are very entertaining << one can hope we're having a bit of fun :) DJTweeny: Hi Jubal dell cat: did you go to the brouhaha, nabby? shoes for the dead: redundundancy Jubal: Hiya Tweeny Nabby: Brouhaha Beet: Only other Jubal I have heard of was Jubal Early. Heard of him? EWeston: Someone get the natural gourd on this dell cat: Bergman's memorial, in Kirkland, Wa. Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about for DUKE OF MADNESS MOTORS - Every Firesign Theatre radio broadcast from the "Dear Friends" era (1970-1972) >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=domm-ln 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 Nabby: Yes I did Cat ||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'Merlyn', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:59 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom... DJTweeny: wb Merlyn Bialowski: My neighbor is not wearing shoes. Wondering if I should report him. ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. llanwydd: on second thought, I think I'll watch Spartacus while I'm chatting General Dysfunction: a moment for kirkland, then back at it lily: what a croc Nabby: Met all of yaz there and at Whidbey dell cat: did you hang out with the guys after the show? dell cat: ok, then we did meet. Nabby: No unfortunately, I had to catch the last bus out Floralacres: and inside......its amazing dell cat: i think i've seen 6-8 whidbey shows EWeston: Close te door, and the light stays on! Nabby: I attended two, really special dell cat: HI Floral dell cat: Both Whidbey and Kirkland are Seattle suburbs, right? General Dysfunction: yes Nabby: Yes General Dysfunction: whidbey is the island EWeston: With a bridge Nabby: Nifty isle land -- below Deception Pass Bialowski: Sleater Kinney dell cat: i take the bridge when i drive down from vancouver ||||||||| 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!" llanwydd: the new spartacus is a lot gorier than the old one ||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!" General Dysfunction: tis lovely dell cat: that name sounds familiar, betty joe Nabby: Tis Floralacres: I'm almost 75 yrs old........................the 60's were good to me..................lol....Ijust discovered this website....we all loved Firesign...can't believe there are other folks like me lol llanwydd: evening billy Nabby: Did Northern Lights originate on Whidbey? llanwydd: I was only a child in the 60s Mudhead: Glad you made it Flora lily: good night all next week two tuesdays llanwydd: I was born during the kennedy administration llanwydd: even my parents don't remember where I was when... dell cat: you're almost as old as david ossman, floral. and he's still creating. why not you? Nabby: Be groovy lily and take care EWeston: Next siderial time then Lily Nabby: lol lily Mudhead: nite lily General Dysfunction: if you are there that's where they originate ||||||||| "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!" dell cat: by lily General Dysfunction: g'night lily lily: peas out revjim: I was 12 during the Summer of Love..... Beet: C ya Lily Nabby: I was 10 that summer Mudhead: ok girls, tits up! General Dysfunction: and lights out EWeston: Blindfolds on. dell cat: 1951 Mudhead: 1955 General Dysfunction: 1955 ||||||||| Catherwood enters and asks "Is there anythynge you want? By that I mean Anythynge You Want To, Shakespeare's Lost paperback Comedie in pre-electronic book form!" Nabby: all my cousins are your age Cat shoes for the dead: 1956 Bialowski: Floral-a, ..........You ............rock ...............those ellipses EWeston: Tail end of 1950 llanwydd: cat is ten years older than me dell cat: is that a large number, nabby? General Dysfunction: whole family was muenching away EWeston: Fenarmindude? Nabby: several, a veritable bunch General Dysfunction: a plethlora Nabby: oh heheh I see what you mean shoes for the dead: here? or in your family? EWeston: A seven pac ||||||||| 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!" llanwydd: I'm alternating between spartacus and a documentary about the 1960s ||||||||| Catherwood escorts The Future is here in through the front door at 10:09 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. General Dysfunction: a miracle! DJTweeny: Hi Future EWeston: Market it! Nabby: Which doc llan The Future is here: Fun is where the future is! DJTweeny: Unfortunately Future, Bozos is past :/ llanwydd: a mackerel? ||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Elayne - dead from the common cold ||||||||| HolyGram - dead from the common cold ||||||||| Mr. Bark Bark - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Mark Time - dead from The Plague ||||||||| UncleBucky - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| scotty - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| ordinaryguy - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Uh, Clem (of course) - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... 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: Or else General Dysfunction: yet always to remember DJTweeny: lol shoes for the dead: and is there much difference, llan? Nabby: lol llanwydd: very much, shoes Nabby: and you smell like one too Nabby: what? shoes for the dead: spat is less bloody? dell cat: no austin is completely wrong here. japanese movie industry highly developed llanwydd: spartacus is a little bit gory for me Bialowski: here in the City Of Emphysema General Dysfunction: raymond burr in godzeeeela The Future is here: I just watched the whole screen change text on me ...What happend? ||||||||| Principalpoop tiptoes in around 10:11 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident." dell cat: when hollywood looked at the competition, they considered them superior. how can we compete with that? Beet: Red Buttons lol Nabby: it's the Matrix, future --the Grid shoes for the dead: you are on drugs, Future General Dysfunction: sure, the grazz is always greenr DJTweeny: Hey P, where ya been boy? dell cat: the future is on drugs. sounds like aldous huxley The Future is here: better call NEO Nabby: hey ppoop Nabby: or THX 1138 shoes for the dead: hry PP General Dysfunction: enola goy EWeston: The grazz is greener, and in the bathroom because of it The Future is here: how did you know shoes? lol General Dysfunction: sealed in the tank llanwydd: enola goy! LOL Nabby: lol Principalpoop: hey there, toke ville or track ville? de EWeston: Its ok the japanese were the lost tribe Nabby: 8 tracks : ) Nabby: 16 tracks : ) Beet: Aloyishus De Trackville. I'm laughing and typing simoltaneously Bialowski: OK, kids. OK. Let's hear from Principal Poop. The Future is here: that for boogies... you know real beanners , People that like to sleep in tubes EWeston: 17 muzzles General Dysfunction: and it shews shoes for the dead: 76 trombones dell cat: maybe your typing will make others laugh, beet General Dysfunction: i laffed! llanwydd: sleep in tubes? you mean the subway? Principalpoop: oops real stereo again, I should have put in both hearing aids, grrrr EWeston: 19 clavicals, and only 18 spoons The Future is here: I always get a laugh when I visit here! :-) llanwydd: a well-tempered clavicle General Dysfunction: tell a story dell cat: thats what firesign is for, future EWeston: Linear or parallel aids Pooper? Principalpoop: give him a cold shoulder blade General Dysfunction: my mom complains about hearing the radio in her teeth, god bless her! Bialowski: Budget's been cut, shoes. You only got 3 trombones now. The Future is here: copy that ..cat Floralacres: I have discovered this site and realized that there are more crazies than me Principalpoop: cereal Nabby: Far more and you're one dell cat: yes floral. lots EWeston: Serial cerial abusers General Dysfunction: by the lamp... Principalpoop: crazy? hahahahaha cough cough Bialowski: Don't get off the yellow line just yet, Floral. Rufus_T_Firetween: Welcome to the asylum, Floralacres ;) Beet: we prefer the term "Bozos" EWeston: Mad am I? No I'm in a good, mood. Nabby:https://www.facebook.com/groups/21145641274/ Principalpoop: come on in, take off your skin, and rattle around in your bones Nabby:https://www.facebook.com/groups/50372982074/ shoes for the dead: and Bozoettes General Dysfunction: le bozos llanwydd: be back after spartacus if anybody's still here. ||||||||| At 10:19 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, llanwydd!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on... General Dysfunction: mad am i, i am mad, do I know how i've been had? Principalpoop: my rye neck is acting up too EWeston: That's a well used rattle, belonged to my brother y'know The Future is here: I think i'm compelled to lie on spunky ... shoes for the dead: wry neck dell cat: hi poop Floralacres: The 60's was such a fun time for me.... we used to sit around and all recite Fireside material like we were doing a play. dell cat: speaking of stone cutting, the best novel i've ever read is called The Black Obelisk EWeston: Tell her you love her first Nabby: Hear ya floral Principalpoop: rolling around on the basement floor dell cat: about a guy in germany who engraved grave stones. Lil: Niceta seeya Pooper General Dysfunction: i General Dysfunction: i'll get it General Dysfunction: i seem to be stuttering Principalpoop: I left the cam on again? ahh hell Nabby: Heavy stuff Cat The Future is here: I've found that the more intelligent you are the better you enjoy firesign shoes for the dead: a grave novel, cat? EWeston: Please. please try to. Try to stand by Lil: I love this extra stuff Tweeny, glad you have the time for it General Dysfunction: i. will. t. tr....try...... Bialowski: Life can be fun again, Floral. Principalpoop: was there a black asterix too? Lil: Miss the sermon thouigh dell cat:http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Black_Obelisk Lil: though Beet: the benefit of recording technology EWeston: But surrup won't stop em! Nabby: very well regarded - I'd forgotten about that one Cat shoes for the dead: i don't just stand by, I like it The Future is here: over the years it seems that you get more of what they meant General Dysfunction: edgar allen though dell cat: best book i've ever read. and i've spent most of my life reading EWeston: More people are by than you'd think Floralacres: oh fun is still here... I get away with more since Im old....besides my servants are in those barrels. Nabby: Just read "Fear" by pre-dianetics L Ron Hubbard Nabby: thanks for the recommendation Cat dell cat: then where do you keep the wine, floral? ||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| drmemory - dead from The Plague ||||||||| lily - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Mary - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Jubal - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... EWeston: In a hot house? General Dysfunction: no shoes! Nabby: before all of that scientology stuff, the guy could really write Bialowski: Just read Hard Knocks by Chump Threads The Future is here: it seems difficult to imagine that I was 12 when I first caught to the bozos album EWeston: Go snooze docter dell cat: i was thinking of getting the firesign theatre to do something in japan. dell cat: like python did on german tv Nabby: that was a great show Nabby: (German special) shoes for the dead: or smoke weed General Dysfunction: go on a rooad, smoake wied Floralacres: I drank most of it....lol...and blamed it on my maid that was with me on the ship !!! dell cat: there were several, werent they? i have to go to another room to check the vhs tapes General Dysfunction: stay tiuned Nabby: Ohhh really? I saw one General Dysfunction: oh, those ship maids, much caution! Nabby: Stay tiny dell cat: you google it, i'll look in other room EWeston: I shot the tuner knob into next Tuesday Floralacres: good night guys !!!!!! so great to have discovered this website. see ya later General Dysfunction: no tuesdays next week, two wednesdays, no thursday Principalpoop: chow flora EWeston: See yah F a Beet: Come again Floral Nabby: take care floral EWeston: No Starch! Nabby: got it Cat General Dysfunction: bye floral The Future is here: Simple question for you folks, What Is Your Favorite Quote From Bozos? ||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!" shoes for the dead: see ya on the mobous strip Flo Nabby: Monty Python's Fliegender Zirkus http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Monty_Python's_Fliegender_Zirkus (2 shows) General Dysfunction: not a simple question EWeston: Trailor bikes and chigger bites The Future is here: I know right Beet: There's too many Mudhead: ah,clem dell cat: yes, two Nabby: I'd love to see them - thanks! The Future is here: It's a great release! General Dysfunction: too bad for you! EWeston: But I lurves it anyway Nabby: I'll find em and check them both out Principalpoop: Nicky nick nick has a nice ring to it, from a jackerback cox dell cat: Floral, have you heard David's poem about his birthday in 1936? Nabby: But FT has never done anything in Japan? EWeston: Any box in a muzzle loading session dell cat: i was riffing on nicky hopkins earlier, and nicky appears in a new voice The Future is here: I think my my is: " So I'll just wait here and kinda watchya until Dan gets here" Beet: I suppose one of the quotes I use most is: how can you be in two places at once when . . . well you know General Dysfunction: i have heard the call to do nothing, and am doing my best to do that dell cat: no but i had contacts in japanese radio, i played firesign in 74-75 on NHK, the national broadcaster dell cat: also record companies and ad people. The Future is here: or at least one of them... Nabby: Interesting shoes for the dead: quid Mallmborg in plano dell cat: if they had wanted it to happen, it would have happened. General Dysfunction: dear friends Beet: great capitalist prayer Nabby: They never toured there? Principalpoop: no, greatest capitalist prayer General Dysfunction: white fries? EWeston: The devil is in the dandruf...or Georgia General Dysfunction: both of those, yes Nabby: I always liked "according to my careful prosthesis" dell cat: a lot of firesign arises from david ossman's poetry General Dysfunction: like that nabby dell cat: no nabby. The Future is here: Ok guys , next question . What is your favorite album? EWeston: The next one. General Dysfunction: I didn't know there was gonna be a test! dell cat: bozos, as the last chapter in a total story, future. Beet: Bozos without question dell cat: good one, ew EWeston: This is not, a real test. dell cat: i dont think so, but i could be wrong. tech is getting so much easier Nabby: Bang on EW ||||||||| 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: god i luv them all so much ||||||||| Catherwood enters with hickinstick close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 10:37 PM tree-stunting plans, and scurries off to the vestibule. DJTweeny: favorite album = EYKIW Principalpoop: me too shoes for the dead: Martian Space Party dell cat: this has a lot of hiss on it. i'll listenig on mac DJTweeny: Hi hickinstick, you're just in time for the end of the show ;) dell cat: is it hissy for y'all? 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 hickinstick: heck yes Nabby: It switches around - I like some FT albums now that I liked less in previous years - others in the front fall back shoes for the dead: a little Cat ||||||||| New notice: 'Thanks to Radio Free Dishnuts, that’s www.dishnuts.net, for providing the streaming server for the simulcast. Be sure to join me (Kurt in Austin) for my live RADIO FREE ROADKILL show from 6-8pm EST every Sunday at www.dishnuts.net, and listen to my show archives at www.kurtericson.com/txroadkill/roadkillshow' Beet: no hiss here General Dysfunction: ok, nick danger, nick danger, nick danger Principalpoop: I thought it was my tinnitus Nabby: Cat's having a hissy fit The Future is here: I love Nick! that cracks me up! dell cat: when i was producing shows for their new radio station, so much of their stuff was as hissy as this EWeston: A well tailored hissy is a rare thing dell cat: if all of you dont mind this, then that makes my job much easier The Future is here: LOL EW shoes for the dead: ya cay, not the best audio ||||||||| 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!" ||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| sound man - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Lil - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Bialowski - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| Floralacres - dead from measles ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Principalpoop: i don't mind it, sorta like a buzz, stoner General Dysfunction: men who wear no shoes dell cat: we should talk about this when many more are on. Nabby: do you use something like Adobe Audition Cat? EWeston: Awethenic I calls it. General Dysfunction: we should talk about this when we are 10 years older, won't that be fun The Future is here: I might be dead! shoes for the dead: whay? DJTweeny: Hope we do, General :) shoes for the dead: who moved the t Principalpoop: roundabout was about 50 years ago, ten true summers indeed dell cat: yes nabby General Dysfunction: we'll be so much wiser and wiseass-wise EWeston: The narc? Nabby: the T party ||||||||| Catherwood walks up and intones "Presenting 'uh, clem', just granted probation at 10:42 PM", then leaves hurriedly. hickinstick: eastern time.....doh..... dell cat: but you dont mind the contrast, clean stuff like this and hissy like previous? ||||||||| At 10:42 PM, Merlyn dashes out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..." EWeston: Those vicious, yet somehow fragle political astroturfers? Principalpoop: bye M dell cat: the mac is a clean feed and good sound so it's not that. Nabby: effects/restoration/hiss removal dell cat: still above water, merl? Nabby: Hey thanks Kurt! Beet: This has been a good one. Thanks evryone and thanks to Tween of course. G'nite all shoes for the dead: thanks Tween! dell cat: you too, beet General Dysfunction: this was so fun once again dj, thank you so much!!! EWeston: Uh oh time sprints out of my grasp again, see youse later all The Future is here: Gnight Beet Nabby: experiment with it - but the three presets work pretty well Principalpoop: thanks tween DJTweeny: Thanks for listening everybody, and have a great week. See you next time, same FireTime, same FireStation... Nabby: Take care everyone! ||||||||| EWeston leaves at 10:44 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..." ''Bob'': thx tween! Nabby: Gotta gooooooooo shoes for the dead: Park it and Lock it! Principalpoop: ok, everybody have a super week The Future is here: Your folks are killer as always! ||||||||| Principalpoop rushes out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Principalpoop?! It's 10:44 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!" General Dysfunction: t'was fun everybody, thanks for all the this and that and the rest of it! The Future is here: Yes it been great But I;m going to follow this yellow rubber line outta here! General Dysfunction: funny how i want to hang around, in case something else happens.... ||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!" dell cat: i think it dell cat: it's all happened dell cat: good luck with that. ||||||||| dell cat rushes out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's dell cat?! It's 10:50 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!" DJTweeny: Until last time, again... ||||||||| "Hey DJTweeny!" ... DJTweeny turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 10:50 PM, I don't have to go yet!"... General Dysfunction: i guess, ...i guess i have to be....happy with.......with that... ||||||||| Rufus_T_Firetween leaves at 10:50 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..." ||||||||| Around 10:51 PM, General Dysfunction walks off into the sunset... ||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 10:54 PM, dragging travelor54 by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Firehead?" ||||||||| It's 10:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| uh, clem - dead from jaundice ||||||||| ''Bob'' - dead from measles ||||||||| revjim - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Beet - dead from measles ||||||||| Nabby - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| The Future is here - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Catherwood escorts NANCY inside, makes a note of the time (10:55 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. travelor54: dead from uncertainty ||||||||| Around 10:56 PM, travelor54 walks off into the sunset... ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| Outside, the 11:01 PM downtown bus from Hellmouth pulls away, leaving Mrs. Underhill coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. Mrs. Underhill: Hurk hork.....AHEM Mrs. Underhill: How is everyone? ||||||||| Catherwood says "11:03 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Mrs. Underhill by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door ||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| NANCY - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| hickinstick - dead from jaundice ||||||||| mac cat - dead from jaundice ||||||||| WallofScience - dead from the common cold ||||||||| Mudhead - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Catherwood ushers kevingt into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mutters something about 11:44 PM, then departs. ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Meat Trademark in through the front door at 11:47 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. ||||||||| kevingt departs at 11:49 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?" ||||||||| 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.. ||||||||| It's 12:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Meat Trademark - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Catherwood leads VJ into the room, accepts three dimes as a gratuity, mutters something about 12:13 AM, then departs. ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and announces "Presenting 'bob', just granted probation at 12:26 AM", then leaves hurriedly. ||||||||| At 12:28 AM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, bob!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on... ||||||||| It's 12:40 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| VJ - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 12:42 AM and fuckoff steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. ||||||||| Catherwood ushers MOPARBOB inside, makes a note of the time (12:52 AM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. ||||||||| LaughingOtter waltzes in at 12:53 AM carrying an obsidian door knocker. LaughingOtter: *stows door knocker into backpack* ||||||||| It's 12:55 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| fuckoff - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... LaughingOtter: So it's BozoChat tonight, yeah? LaughingOtter: Anyone have any thoughts on how to have Uh-Clem/MacMan dialogue to short-circuit Siri? LaughingOtter: Hmmph. I'm going back into the warp for a bit. Q*Bert awaits! ||||||||| 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: ||||||||| MOPARBOB - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... LaughingOtter: It is? All I hear are crickets. Not even an ice-cream truck. ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 2 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| It's 2:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| LaughingOtter - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| 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 3 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 4 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| Catherwood enters, and announces to all and sundry "It's 4:32 AM, time to change the log file and clean out unused rooms; please exit the chat room for a minute or two. Thank you for your patience."
The Evening's Participants:
Bambi
Beet
Bialowski
''Bob''
Cheryl
dell cat
Denys
DJTweeny
drmemory
Dysfunctional_Friend
Elayne
elpoptart
EWeston
F. Burnoose (was ccjctwo)
Floralacres
General Dysfunction
hickinstick
HolyGram
Johnny Fever
Jubal
LaughingOtter
lil_artie
Lil
lily
llanwydd
Mark Time
Merlyn
Mighty Tim
Mister FosterFreeze
Mr. Bark Bark
Mrs. Underhill
Mudhead
Nabby
Principalpoop
revjim
rockinrick
Rufus_T_Firetween
shoes for the dead
sound man
squeeze_the_wheeze
The Future is here
travelor54 ah, Clem Uh, Clem (of course)
UncleBucky
WallofScience
warhawk
