||||||||| 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 July 31, 2014 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule... ||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 5:16 PM, dragging RedPillTweeny by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this idiot?" ||||||||| It's 5:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| RedPillTweeny - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Outside, the 7:55 PM uptown 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 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. ||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and intones "Announcing 'Rufus_T_Firetween', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:09 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room... ||||||||| Catherwood ushers Mudhead inside, makes a note of the time (8:12 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. Mudhead: Thers a Tweeny everywhere I go ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "8:12 PM and late as usual, it's NancyKat, just back from Illinois." NancyKat: Maritonimoooooo! Mudhead: Apricot! Mudhead: I keep missing Tweeny, if you see him, hold him still while I reload! Mudhead: Its such a fine fine thing I do dear. NancyKat: Will do! mmm apricot....kumquat... Mudhead: Must continue typing or my digits freeze up somethin awful Mudhead: Ah, my little kumquat I remember bake the aught 80;s Mudhead: Everyone sez its nigh unossumabile Mudhead: and they were right Mudhead: and even if I twernt here Mudhead: it can go along without me Mudhead: I do beleive we will be reveled by the classic "TV or not TV" Mudhead: Twas always a fitting question. ||||||||| dude steps in at 8:24 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. Mudhead: We've already got one NancyKat: He says they've already got one...and your mother was a hamster... Mudhead: Catherwood remove the extra door knocker ||||||||| Catherwood rushes over to Mudhead and says "Someone mention my name?" Mudhead: Yes you dolt Catherwood, gimme a drink ||||||||| Catherwood steps alongside Mudhead and asks "Did you need me?" Mudhead: Catherwood drinks for everyone ||||||||| Catherwood walks alongside Mudhead and mumbles "My ears are burning..." Mudhead: The yellow line, its throbbing! DJTweeny: My goodness, earlybirds :) DJTweeny: music a little after 8:35 Eastern Mudhead: Im followed by Tweenys everywhere I go. NancyKat: Well, I was late last week so... DJTweeny: lol DJTweeny: Good to see you both :) NancyKat: *jumps into ball pit* NancyKat: so, what's on Le manu tonight, tweeny? ||||||||| 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." DJTweeny: TV or Not TV ||||||||| 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) **' Mudhead: is that a question NancyKat: That IS a question... Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “TV OR NOT TV” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=tont-ln and http://www.allmusic.com/album/tv-or-not-tv-mw0000875087 DJTweeny: Hi dude Mudhead: wassuP? DJTweeny: music in about 30 seconds ||||||||| Catherwood ushers Lil into the room, accepts a wooden nickel as a gratuity, mutters something about 8:37 PM, then departs. DJTweeny: Hi Lili DJTweeny: Lil ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - Warm Up Music (The Rutles) - 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) **' Lil: hiho gang NancyKat: I didn't know they made those anymore-wooden nickles, I mean... Lil: I made it to the right day finally Mudhead: I stopped takin em NancyKat: High, lili ||||||||| Catherwood enters with Channel85 close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 8:38 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the sitting room. Lil: hi lo? Rufus_T_Firetween: The Rutles - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Rutles_%28album%29 DJTweeny: Hi 85 Mudhead: hmmmm Channel85: howdy fireheads ||||||||| It's 8:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| dude - dead from measles ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Lil: BBS Mudhead: sup 85, lil, DJTweeny: dude, we hard;y knew ye... DJTweeny: *hardly Lil: hey mud Mudhead: how was yur week Lil? ||||||||| Outside, the 8:41 PM uptown bus from Hellmouth pulls away, leaving Dexter Fong coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. NancyKat: Soviet Avacados Dexter Fong: Evening Dear Driends Lil: interesting how 'bout yours Lil: BRB DJTweeny: Hey Dexter Mudhead: k Mudhead: Hiya Fong DJTweeny: You've been missed DJTweeny: and we aimed really hard NancyKat: gleepingsmFong... ||||||||| 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: They say Harrison really liked this parody band, but McCartney was not amused. He sued them NancyKat: b> Tweeny, you need a potat gun, they hardly ever mis...so I hear.. NancyKat: potato DJTweeny: hahaha Rufus_T_Firetween: The Rutles - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Rutles_%28album%29 ||||||||| Catherwood ushers EWeston into the room, accepts an I.O.U. as a gratuity, mutters something about 8:46 PM, then departs. DJTweeny: Hi EW NancyKat: 'Lo' Ew...ahh, haven't heard this stuff since highschool... EWeston:Hey Tweeny an folks. This just in be on the lookout for chickenless McNuggets
DJTweeny loves The Rutles, having listened to the Beatles since '64 ||||||||| Outside, the 8:47 PM downtown bus from Hellmouth pulls away, leaving lookupabit coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. Mudhead: Fried chicken fingers from Sneezers Chicken DJTweeny: Hi lookup DJTweeny: Catherwood, please give everyone some McGroat Clusters ||||||||| Catherwood brings everyone some mcgroat clusters. EWeston: Franch fry my chicken fingers, please Mudhead: Stright from the styrofoam NancyKat: make mine a rat shake... Mudhead: comin up DJTweeny: You've seen the FST Rat In A Box commercial? Mudhead: Catherwood give NancyKat a rat shake ||||||||| Catherwood gets nancykat a rat shake. EWeston: An a Funny Foam (TM) Shake EWeston: Rave on Niel! NancyKat: DJ-I recently saw the Nick danger missing yolks on YT... DJTweeny: Innes was so great at writing parodies EWeston: Do we have time for Cheese and Onions? DJTweeny: Don't think that one, Nancy ||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 8:52 PM, dragging cat by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?" NancyKat: Reminds me of the House of buggin job interview with a vampire where 'Lestat" sticks a straw into a rat and drinks it... Mudhead: Hi Cat! DJTweeny: * Don't think I know that one, Nancy DJTweeny: Hey cat EWeston: Hey Cat cat : hi all lookupabit: that cat stole my stilettos NancyKat: b> Tweeny-I think it came out on hobo or somesuch nonesuch in '82 or something...shiny... Rufus_T_Firetween: The Rutles - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Rutles_%28album%29 NancyKat: hi cat cat : tv or not tv tonight? NancyKat: hbo lookupabit: but they look great on you, cat EWeston: Cats and pointy sharp things kind of go together lookupabit: yes. tv or not tv Rufus_T_Firetween: I can't find it mentioned in their discography NancyKat: Sharp things... Mudhead: Theres a whole dead cat in every bar Rufus_T_Firetween: Nick Danger in The Case of the Missing Yolk (1983) - http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0086009/ EWeston: Whether a shoe or a small egded weapon listed as dangerous object in three surreal universes DJTweeny: Will have to watch that, Nancy. Thanks :) lookupabit: i will surrender my butter knife NancyKat:www.youtube.com/watch?v=QyAqiNqV2NA DJTweeny: kewl ||||||||| 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 lily plummets into the garden at 8:58 PM. ||||||||| Happy Harry Cox tiptoes in around 8:58 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident." DJTweeny: Hi lily DJTweeny: Hi Harry Mudhead: Unavailable to us mere mortals lily: cat DJTweeny EWeston lily lookupabit Mudhead NancyKat Rufus_T_Firetween hello to yo and me too ||||||||| Catherwood ushers mac cat in through the front door at 8:58 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. NancyKat: No problemo, Tweeny, good sir. *salutes* DJTweeny: lol EWeston: Check him for an anchovie knife NancyKat: 'Ello to all the lily lookupabit: hello Happy Harry Cox: Hi all. NancyKat: lobster fork! EWeston: Lily evening to youse lily: yellow to youse folks EWeston: Thats puce of you ||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, July 31, 2014 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!" lily: tine ||||||||| Mr. Bark Bark sneaks in around 9:00 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident." DJTweeny: Hi Bark EWeston: Elephantine or marmotine? NancyKat: Time for MOAR SUGAR! *My tea is INCREDIBLY tart* ||||||||| 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 9:00 PM. cat : Lily, Bark2 lily: ckemetine NancyKat: Philae ||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!" EWeston: Shoes inna house DJTweeny: This is The Disposable Heroes Of Hiphopracy EWeston: Hemotode hoptoad pigeon toed NancyKat: Philae ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies kenlasalle inside, makes a note of the time (9:02 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. ||||||||| Principalpoop enters at 9:02 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and scurries off to the Chapeau Manger. lily: fork this tine Rufus_T_Firetween: Nick Danger in The Case of the Missing Yolk (1983) - http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0086009/ Channel85: mr nsa enjoys the soothing sounds ||||||||| Outside, the 9:02 PM downtown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving Nabby coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. Rufus_T_Firetween: Hi ken, P Nabby: Is this keyboard working DJTweeny: little glitch in the chat there ||||||||| 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!" DJTweeny: Hi Nabby shoes for the dead: slow connecting Mr. Bark Bark: Hard to chat on a little cell phone... ||||||||| "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:Hi Tween & all Rufus_T_Firetween: Hello EWeston: Loose Pooper alert Lil: is this the non-sequiter portion of the chat? lily: thrown right out lol shoes for the dead: Howdy Mudhead: We are the slime oozing from your television NancyKat: Philae EWeston: We doan gots to show you any seqiters Nabby: blech DJTweeny: On rare occasioons, your chat window might lock up. Just reload the page shoes for the dead: is there a sequiter portion? EWeston: Philidendrons, chack them at the door Principalpoop: tap tap tap DJTweeny: lo dere Mudhead: well ya go AS, then BS, then MS, then PHD...piled higher and deeper EWeston: Hes tapping the line Channel85: i forgot to dvr the revolution ||||||||| Catherwood escorts squeeze_the_wheeze in through the front door at 9:05 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. Principalpoop: ok, reloading working, thanks tween Lil: that's a good question shoes ||||||||| Outside, the 9:06 PM uptown bus from West Virginia pulls away, leaving Beet coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. DJTweeny: Hi wheeze Beet: Let's get the party started ||||||||| 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: 5/16 fine thread squeeze_the_wheeze: late again...must be the drugs Principalpoop: who is this gil scott-heron wannabe? DJTweeny: Hi Beet EWeston: Its happy hour somewhere Beet: How's everybody 2 nite? Mudhead: Sounds like Zappa, bless his pointy head shoes for the dead: hey Beet EWeston: Got a new amp for my bass, so I'm good lily: stop the clock I want to get Channel85: 'i have a vision - television!' - bono Principalpoop: compared to what? shoes for the dead: late drugs? Beet: HEY EW, Poop, Squeeze. Mud Nabby: Hello down there NancyKat: Philae Nabby: drugs? Mudhead: SUUUUP Beet? EWeston: Beet infusions are welcome squeeze_the_wheeze: there're the worst kind NancyKat: server portal !@#$%^&*() Principalpoop: we take our drugs seriously in my house lily: is he naked Nabby: I'm high on life Principalpoop: reload kat, or nancy EWeston: And on camera? Beet: As long as you take drugs ||||||||| Cat steps in at 9:08 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. NancyKat: *nods* Da, PrincipalPoop. shoes for the dead: nancy is empty Nabby: Take bugs! Principalpoop: i don't carry cash and forgot my credit card Channel85: that's what she said? Beet: Is who naked Cat: i couldnt maintain when logged in as cat so I went upper case lily: you ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “TV OR NOT TV” - 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/prbetvornott.html **' Nabby: A swultry kinda opening ||||||||| 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!" Channel85: y, we all got fcked - hey, punch up 85 EWeston: I can be for the right price, but some say that market is saturated lily: better than lower Beet: Not at the present Principalpoop: we used to urge fellow potheads to "maintain" back in high school ||||||||| It's 9:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| lookupabit - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from the common cold ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... shoes for the dead: saw some of this on the Firesign Funnies EWeston: Dex fall asleep? Principalpoop: Insert here, for a charge Channel85: mmmmmm card charge NancyKat: botulism ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:10 PM and videopict waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. Cat: was Dex actually here? ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:10 PM and pinholeF200 sashays out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. DJTweeny: Hi video ||||||||| 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!" DJTweeny: Hi pinhole ||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!" EWeston: That's the kind of charge I;m looking for Principalpoop: a lot of greek grapes Mudhead: Im going to flip flop here, I'll be here, sometime EWeston: In series or paralell ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:11 PM and ''Bob'' bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “TV OR NOT TV” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=tont-ln and http://www.allmusic.com/album/tv-or-not-tv-mw0000875087 shoes for the dead: geek gapes Channel85: damn, what an opening ||||||||| Catherwood ushers Yeti Outranks Them into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, mutters something about 9:11 PM, then departs. NancyKat: greek grape leaves... lily: positive DJTweeny: Hi Bob, Yeti Principalpoop: so are you here now mud or not? don't answer if not lily: lol Yeti Outranks Them: Hi DJT! NancyKat: Hemlock Stones! ||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..." Principalpoop: Prolongus EWeston: Existential crisis's don't count ''Bob'': Hey, all! just made it in time! lily: have not heard this before very crisp Principalpoop: a noobie, oh prolongus EWeston: Disarmed I hope Bob DJTweeny: and this is only 128k Beet: Is Mud having an existential crisis? DJTweeny: The CD would be much better :) lily: disrobbed Yeti Outranks Them: Everybody stay in camera... shoes for the dead: he is noplace at all EWeston: That may take a week to figure out Beet DJTweeny: You're calling us film?? lily: hes no fun Beet: Figuring can be fun. Sometimes. Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “TV OR NOT TV” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=tont-ln and http://www.allmusic.com/album/tv-or-not-tv-mw0000875087 Principalpoop: fingering too EWeston: But he is on film lily: cypherun Yeti Outranks Them: my option: command! pinholeF200: the natural anthem DJTweeny: 9** 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 shoes for the dead: is my camera on? damn EWeston: Cyberhuns Beet: Ah, yes, the finger lily: the burning bush Beet: Ask the NSA guy, shoes. Principalpoop: the old fickle finger of fate? or one of the others? 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 ||||||||| Ralph Spoilsport drives in through the door and says "Buy a new or used T-shirt from the Firesign Theatre Cafepress store! Hurry before this sentence ends!" lily: farkle sparkle Principalpoop: be careful with candles lily Beet: Hello to the NSA guy by the way. Just thought I'd get that out of the way. EWeston: The biased finger of huff is in charge here NancyKat: Principal...LOL...miss taht... lily: poop we do it in the dark EWeston: Fanny Farkle DJTweeny: lol Beet ||||||||| 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: simon and gar farkle Mudhead: Why wont you do it in the street Beet: in the dark in the road lily: shoes yeaah Principalpoop: I like dark now too, less questions EWeston: That Gar was never meant to fly! NancyKat: in a ditch pinholeF200: a fark in the road? Cat: Just eating some of my wife's gyoza. Some of the best possible food. lily: more lumps EWeston: No I have simple tasts Principalpoop: with my pants behind me DJTweeny: whazzz gyoza? EWeston: A new cheese Channel85: tell it to argentina, pal shoes for the dead: toulouse change Cat: chinese pork dumplings. very popular in japan NancyKat: Cat...mmm....Gyozaaaaaaa...make mine shumai Channel85: window pane Principalpoop: the chinese invented pasta but the italians ran with it Nabby: pork? Principalpoop: steeling glass EWeston: Nearly shoes for the dead: tastes like it Beet: I just found out that pizza was invented in Naples. I always thought it was New York. Principalpoop: cirque internationaaaaaaaal ||||||||| 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." NancyKat: chop suet is American Cat:http://www.japan-guide.com/r/e107.html EWeston: Our sweet lard lily: beet new york just perfected it pinholeF200: french toast invented in new york NancyKat: Chop Suey...EW...lol... Beet: True, lil Cat: very labour-intensive. lots of cutting. she only makes it once or twice a year NancyKat: my keyboard is fjmnbcueg;cewkcbkejhc ;eowhv ie EWeston: Hamburgers were not invented in Hamburg shoes for the dead: similar to mine, nancy Principalpoop: i wondered about that nancy, but figured why complain hehe EWeston: Does your husband know this? ''Bob'': Cat got yr keyboard, Nancy? Cat: Pizza wasn't invented in PIsa pinholeF200: you mean betty jo ''Bob'': Bettyjo? Principalpoop: a penne for your thoughts... EWeston: Is that what he calls himself these days? shoes for the dead: Hacked!! pinholeF200: she's in the aviatry stunting trees lily: chicken belt Nabby: Wonder what it was that made that cool electric sound EWeston: A fowl wonder Principalpoop: arigato danke shoes for the dead: apiary stumping bees? ||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| videopict - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| cat - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| kenlasalle - dead from measles ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:25 PM and Elayne bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. EWeston: They usually fail the spelling test Cat: i lost one of my selves Cat: Hi El DJTweeny: Hey E Elayne: Evenin' all! What a great month this has been for me... I'm remembering them all! ||||||||| 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: hens tooth fingers Principalpoop: which one, me myself or I? EWeston: Only eight to go pinholeF200: metal demangement lily: u Beet: Hi E shoes for the dead: i didn't know bees had spells Nabby: Greets Elayne Principalpoop: chicken lips Elayne: We even have a social life, we saw DocTech and Lili TWICE this month! ||||||||| 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: Elayne's in town Nabby: pizzacato DJTweeny: kewl E :) Elayne: Work has been fantastic, lots of free time (the calm before the storm as we integrate with the mothership) and I've started taking my scripts and such out of mothballs. Beet: Hey Nab EWeston: A cat with a peperonie coat? Nabby: Hey Beet Elayne: The only hangup seems to be, I'm still so tired all the time. I think I need to take some vacay. Cat: good for you, el Elayne: Or, you know, I'm getting old. DJTweeny: Phil says this is a true story from when he was in Russia with the Yale choir pinholeF200: Phil or Phil? Cat: better than the alternative, el EWeston: Oldness lurks Cat: proc sure loves to sing Nabby: Phil, not Phil ||||||||| Glen sneaks in around 9:28 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last month's "unpleasant incident." DJTweeny: Phil ||||||||| "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: of! yuo mean Phil DJTweeny: Hi Glen pinholeF200: better than half-Phil Principalpoop: Insert Here Nabby: insert here *voot* EWeston: The tall goodlooking Jewish gentleman? NancyKat: both Nabby: Hey Glen Glen: how did you know it was me? EWeston: Chedder breath DJTweeny: The NSA told us shoes for the dead: no, Phil Nabby: Because it's you Glen: Sweet Principalpoop: Nino knows all Beet: No, I'm me Glen: Thank Grid EWeston: Does he know fil? lily: captured by your smell Nabby: Who am us...? Cat: i'm not sure about the total truth of the song, tween. he says he's in lvov but mentioned meeting the actual girl in leningrad. unless she followed him there EWeston: We're one of you, I think. Glen: DRONES ||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 9:30 PM, dragging Johan Amadeus Myjetski by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this web surfer?" Channel85: all fall down shoes for the dead: and you're one od us EWeston: Assemilation is complete NancyKat: Phyllo... Beet: I didn't see you on the list lily: drowned drones Principalpoop: both phils have artistic licenses I think DJTweeny: Hi JAM Glen: This segment is creepy Nabby: It's awesome Glen Principalpoop: no fair, no magnets EWeston: He wrote it on his wrist pinholeF200: downed dwones Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “TV OR NOT TV” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=tont-ln and http://www.allmusic.com/album/tv-or-not-tv-mw0000875087 ||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!" Johan Amadeus Myjetski: two artists = a pair of drawers? Cat: Did we just enter a little city in space? shoes for the dead: he was upreght EWeston: Dwound dwones pinholeF200: until he fell right over Channel85: uh oh Glen: Rotonoto is programmed fro defense Glen: FRO Principalpoop: ok, I am keeping my eye on you johan... hehe NancyKat: are we not robots? Rufus_T_Firetween: Check out this pic of Phil when he was just a sprout - http://tinyurl.com/o3cv5dz Nabby: like my fro? lily: one wondered drippy shoes for the dead: yuo like my to? Principalpoop: nice clown, my nightmares will start up again, thanks EWeston: My brother had the first one in Montana Elayne: AAAAAGGGH! SCARY CLOWN! ||||||||| 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!" ||||||||| Catherwood enters with PatHat close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 9:32 PM tree-stunting plans, and hurries off to the Aviary. DJTweeny: Hi Pat lily: tot toto Glen: sssssssssssss Beet: He doesn't even look like himself, Tween Principalpoop: i have a crush on miss information Glen: Fake Jamaican Principalpoop: hi bobby lily: stop that clown EWeston: She'll never be true to you NancyKat: CAN'T SLEEP, CLOWN WILL EAT ME! Beet: miss information tells lies Nabby: lol NK Glen: I think that's something we'll ALL have to be interested in DJTweeny: definitely not Bozo Nabby: Bozo is okay Principalpoop: there are songs about friends warning somebody about a girl ||||||||| At 9:34 PM, Happy Harry Cox vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted! Principalpoop: but we never listen ||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!" EWeston: Sounds like cultlike behavior Pooper Beet: eyes overrule common sense shoes for the dead: it's a good song, tho Principalpoop: om Johan Amadeus Myjetski: could've saved us all a lot of pain & simpering... Nabby: I only do eyes lily: get the taters outta your ears Glen: Sacre MERDE Principalpoop: my eyes went dayglo red Nabby: what? NancyKat: eyes taters ears of corn pinholeF200: i'ze RED? ||||||||| 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!" Johan Amadeus Myjetski: gimme another 3rd red eye, bartender! EWeston: Good shit? lily: rafts of lettuce Principalpoop: that cat coming in the door only has one eye Nabby: Everybody twist Johan Amadeus Myjetski: what other kind is there? DJTweeny: Catherwood, give JAM another 3rd Red Eye ||||||||| Catherwood gives jam another 3rd red eye. Glen: Did we start the track over? pinholeF200: your couplet runneth over NancyKat: You've had it, Johan! shoes for the dead: mobius, Glen EWeston: Better shape than yours ||||||||| 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!" Glen: Good God DJTweeny: Thanks for telling me about the track DJTweeny: don't know why there's a duplication EWeston: Gross Gott Glen: I LOVE THIS GORILLA Johan Amadeus Myjetski: hey there's 2of everybody except me shoes for the dead: Nasi Goreng!!!! Nabby: Aw yeah DJTweeny: apologies, folks Cat: song much better than the dish pinholeF200: i'm beside myself, then Principalpoop: never boring Lil: have found glitches on the newer mass produced cds Glen: Wicked vocal! shoes for the dead: really good vid ''Bob'': took me 20 years to get that joke... Principalpoop: continental, never mental EWeston: Then you know were you are Cat: bergman excelled in singing his songs DJTweeny: It turned out to be a duplicate file I made for another purpose. Have relabeled it so that won't happen again Glen: Nice sac, too pinholeF200: the old same place Johan Amadeus Myjetski: Wish there'd been a Firesgn/Bonzo Dog Band collaboration sometime.. Glen: SAX EWeston: Here's the key G7 DJTweeny: Bergman was great with Soul/R&B stuff, for sure lily: dunder headed Glen: Prabably has a nice sac, though Nabby: Alto sex Glen: god I cannot type Johan Amadeus Myjetski: Glen, I thought you meant something else... EWeston: And just in time NancyKat: Nabby-YES! lily: tram bone Cat: I think the 3 surviving crazy guys would enjoy that. Bonzo still active? Nabby: honk Glen: Alto Sac Principalpoop: you're easy watching on 85 EWeston: Neil and some friends are playing bars in England last heard Glen: Pirate Kids shoes for the dead: there is no emergendy Principalpoop: kid x and the US kids ''Bob'': Those who are left still are, last I heard. Principalpoop: no more school EWeston: This is not a real test! Cat: to bad they didnt hook up when firesign played london a few years ago Principalpoop: give us our vote lily: nipple harps Nabby: Balzac! there's that sound again Glen: I love that sfx Nabby: ditto Glen shoes for the dead: the suond of nipple harps Glen: mandatry Nabby: how do you play a nipple harp Principalpoop: ouch ||||||||| Chick Lambert fades in and says: "I have no idea who this Friedstein Theatre is, but they 're honing in on my territory over at Duke of Madness Motors. Give 'em the what for, Storm!" "RUFF! RUFF!" lily: carefuuly EWeston: Naked NancyKat: mipple harp city pinholeF200: do the breast you can Elayne: Oh dear, dizzy again. Must lie down. Sorry all! shoes for the dead: sure does hum tho? Glen: I, II, III, IV DJTweeny: Rest well, E Cat: take care of yourself, el Mudhead: see ya soon E lily: take care el Glen: I just saw myself- was a refernce to Phil's Joy dishwashing liquid commercial Nabby: Oh gosh later Elayne NancyKat: Elayne-we'll keeep the light on for you... Beet: Hope you feel better, E. shoes for the dead: don't fall over, El EWeston: Did a little extreme exxersize myself this wee, take abreak Elaynek Principalpoop: Do the Hun Nabby: she won't she's too much fun Johan Amadeus Myjetski: tell a vision EWeston: I have mobile K's, howcum? Glen: a congress of wonders Nabby: tell a vision, jam *smacks forehead* Nabby: statistical density Principalpoop: now at last, the wealthy and the powerful can speak for all Glen: Hand me those pliers Cat: jays just tied game. EWeston: Who reworte this? Nabby: is that a phaser or a flanger Nabby: man shoes for the dead: the dwarf has them EWeston: Does it feel fuzzy? lily: flatscreen snide Nabby: rear reverend ||||||||| 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!" Principalpoop: no smirking, stop that Beet: I have heard this segment somewhere before. EWeston: Nevah! lily: giggely poo Nabby: flatside snoob Johan Amadeus Myjetski: not smirking, not snirking, not smirking Principalpoop: b> tween closed the show with it sometimes EWeston: Snork! shoes for the dead: it's live on give us a break Channel85: really touching story Nabby: gronk! Cat: indeed, beet Principalpoop: shirking, i don't know if that is ok DJTweeny: I use the live version from What This Country Needs shoes for the dead: stop touching me!!! Nabby: that sound aaaaaa EWeston: Join Shirkers Anonmous DJTweeny: ; touches shoes lily: shimmeer maids Principalpoop: stop slapping me shoes for the dead: sounds like about 30 cycles pinholeF200: pi are round, cornbread are square ''Bob'': I've been meaning to get around to joining SA Nabby: those guys are nuts you know EWeston: Just got a quart of Shimmers lily: do dah Principalpoop: pv=nrt, so there Nabby: dinga donga Principalpoop: Insert Here EWeston: Unga bunga boo Glen: Nice Glen: very nice lily: ew glows glimmer Johan Amadeus Myjetski: i have no here to insert…. anywhere NancyKat: Elayne-we'll keeep the light on for you... EWeston: We let our Bungas run free Channel85: play some public enemy this time Nabby: bravo! fun stuff! NancyKat: !@#$%^&*() Principalpoop: little surfer girl Glen: YAY! pinholeF200: statics can be used to prove anything lily: beely button laws apply Rufus_T_Firetween: ** New Firesign book “MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH” now available at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/firesale/firesale.php?books shoes for the dead: that one is one of the few I don't have Principalpoop: innie or outie? Nabby: Weirdly cool bookage Glen: 128! Nabby: in steeeereo EWeston: pouty pinholeF200: 256 Nabby: Berg Man lily: pierced Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Peter Bergman’s “TRUE CONFESSIONS OF THE REAL WORLD” Here >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=tcotrw-rv Principalpoop: oh ouch lily: tattooed to look like an outy Nabby: A Dick and a Bush EWeston: My spleen will never be the same lily: only a healthy boner Principalpoop: hehe she said boner hehe Nabby: haha lily: HI NSA PERSON lily: ralphed up EWeston: He's awake. He's awake Nabby: oh right hi again NSA doods lily: snake eyes lily: freeze your johnsons shoes for the dead: the desk with the laughing guy ||||||||| 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." ||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| PatHat - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Elayne - dead from measles ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... EWeston: With eyes the color of sky blue sky, and oatmeal ||||||||| ThisIsNino enters at 9:55 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and dashes off to the Chapeau Manger. NancyKat: 4269... Glen: DF Channel85: suckers to the side i know you hate my 98 you're gonna get yours ||||||||| 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!" Principalpoop: early 70s, ok Nabby: It sure is Tweeny Glen: I still want those 12 syndicated TFT LPS! DJTweeny: I'd say so :-) EWeston: 944 748 PDQ Principalpoop: how to repair nasality ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - from the DOMM Dear Freinds Broadcasts “BEING ON RADIO IS MORE FUN THAN WATCHING TV”- 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 **' Glen: stupid provincials pinholeF200: I used to be a pronouncer NancyKat: EW-Bach... Glen: I have this bird/organ LP Principalpoop: ahhh uhhh ahhh uhhh Mudhead: ahhh,uuhhhh EWeston: I have his Bio somewhere Glen: ommmmmm shoes for the dead: are you an antinouncer now? Nabby: I helped make radio commercials for a while....love radio folks DJTweeny: Specifically P, 1971 Glen: Ralph Platt Nabby: funny Glen Principalpoop:woow tween, cool lily: PS 47 DJTweeny: Hi Nino Johan Amadeus Myjetski: my Magic Bowl Movement in C-minus has played out.C u next week, if the Creeks don't rise…. Johan Amadeus Myjetski: Hi Nino. Bye Nino. Principalpoop: I hope the rain don't hurt the rhubarb, cya johan Nabby: take care JAM 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 EWeston: He looks sad with that grand piano on his back Glen:http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51tXmALnQzL._SX342_.jpg Cat: did catherwood kick out the jam? ||||||||| Catherwood strides up to Cat and asks "Did you want me?" pinholeF200: We should all grow sad, or corn ThisIsNino: Can I say... Hello? Nabby: thanks Glen Nabby: Nino lily: HIGH nino EWeston: I went down to the Chemical Corn Exchange Bank, and gave them three ears of corn Mudhead: are you in the box Nino? Nabby: thank gosh for 'crobes Nabby: well let him out pinholeF200: should have lent them your ears Principalpoop: ahh thighs ThisIsNino: That's what they're trying to find out. lily: cob reailty ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. EWeston: I used then as collateral for a chemical loan Glen: Pfeffer-hassen Mudhead: i had early corn this year, it was fantastic. Just bought some and it was terrible lily: silken hair teeth Nabby: leather cobs Glen: funny shit ||||||||| 10:00 PM: Rogrr jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past year and a half!" EWeston: A seasonal thrill Lily lily: cobs piece shoes for the dead: lien on your ears DJTweeny: Hi Rogrr 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 Mudhead: alas, Manhattan is coming on. I must watch. So Im going dear friends, I will see and hear you all next week. Rogrr: Hi DJT! lily: kernal major EWeston: They promised to redem them, in pieces ||||||||| 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!" Glen: eco Nabby: Rog hi ||||||||| At 10:02 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Mudhead!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on... Principalpoop: ok muddy shoes for the dead: by Mud Nabby: klobs peace pinholeF200: there's nothing wrong with the phones, it's your ears Rogrr: Hey Nabby! Cat: by mud Glen: Doctor Uh... Doctor Uh... shoes for the dead: probly gonna just give ya popcorn back........ EWeston: Can't hear in one, and the other is going OX(&H$@J*!! pinholeF200: Glauvner's Disease Principalpoop: gee chi ThisIsNino: Shoes for something besides industry? lily: shrimp butter Glen: Chi Squeezers shoes for the dead: just itchin my foot here Glen: Ghee Nabby: it is sad EWeston: Sit over there, next to Glauvner Principalpoop: I wear womans shoes. Want to fight about it? Nabby: shemp butler pinholeF200: Ti Chi or Chai Tea EWeston: No just the names of the stores NancyKat: Chai Principalpoop: moe hair pads ThisIsNino: Gay Liberation Front ... kind of prescient there, eh? lily: stooge redo Glen: I knew you were going to say that EWeston: Joe jam football lily: I said that last time Nabby: lol EWeston: There is a place for tradition shoes for the dead: echo in here ||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?" Principalpoop: that was edgy back in 71, who was the orange juice lady nut? lily: say it like you mean Nabby: echo in hear Glen: echo in here EWeston: Hekco in ear lily: echo Nabby: what? shoes for the dead: ere ||||||||| 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." pinholeF200: ecco Principalpoop: ok ok echo lily: gekko is fear DJTweeny: P- Anita Bryant EWeston: A small Jecko ackually Principalpoop: i had forgotten her name, thanks, I guess hehe Nabby: all you have to fear is an enormous hungry gekko Glen: Hang on guys, I'm finding my center over here shoes for the dead: righto, Tween pinholeF200: chaos is a foot DJTweeny: "I haven't been this sick since the Anita Bryant concert." ~ from Airplane! EWeston: He plays drum on my ears drum Nabby: it IS a foot Glen: rat race and bullpen! Peter could think fast! shoes for the dead: I want a yards worth lily: 12 inches Principalpoop: mayhem rules DJTweeny: Their spontaneity was amazing shoes for the dead: chaos cubed EWeston: 100 centimenters...to go! lily: ye haaa ThisIsNino: I love most when they bust each other up for just a second, then re-center and keep going Principalpoop: hey now Glen: I feel like an old man. I think I'll go get one Nabby: fast nino lily: which side are you on Cat: that's what they most enjoyed doing, this Glen: Back to Ralph Platt EWeston: Side six Channel85: is it wrong to upsample dirty vinyl to 96/24? Nabby: side three no five ||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Yeti Outranks Them - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Mr. Bark Bark - dead from measles ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Cat: they have defined themselves as 4 guys trying to make each other laugh Nabby: Ralph was some kinda jeenyus EWeston: Yup lily: funny ew let me catch you up shoes for the dead: five is now three Beet: I love the ethereal whistler Glen: YOU NOSY BASTARD EWeston: What it used to be Principalpoop: you noisy bastard, I don't like your looks Glen: that cracked me up lily: but fourteen will hold forever Nabby: yeah Beet Glen: the whistler is RALPH PLATT Glen: wont somebody believe me EWeston: Cards or toes? lily: toe flaps Nabby: absolutely Glen Principalpoop: hot licks Glen: the Eye Of Light! Nabby: I believe everything you say ||||||||| "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: hot flaps EWeston: Check its cartaledge ThisIsNino: French licks... Glen: THE EYE OF LIGHT ThisIsNino: America's favorite retort shoes for the dead: the eye of light sees three ||||||||| 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!" pinholeF200: the clear white light of stupidity Nabby: arf arf EWeston: Exactly Bunsen Glen: OMG! old man gloom ThisIsNino: Pluto water... barking.... lily: bake the retote at 250 for Beet: Oh, Blinding Light Nabby: that's not exactly water ThisIsNino: A Disney reference?' Principalpoop: God in Miami said to subdue the Earth NancyKat: I cannot see, look out for me... Glen: sublet! ha shoes for the dead: sub-dude pinholeF200: no that would be goofy Cat: but just the earth in miami Nabby: love & radio Principalpoop: Love and radio is blind EWeston: Where's Clarabell? Glen: Love And Radio Is Blind! ||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..." Glen: wow ThisIsNino: Radio's on the blink Nabby: make way, miami pinholeF200: there is no I in eye Glen: Phil loved long lists of silly things Nabby: or in needle Principalpoop: no wheedling DJTweeny: The radio's winking at you, Nino? Glen: Austin could make duck noises Nabby: no camels lily: Beet Cat EWeston Glen Nabby NancyKat pinholeF200 Principalpoop shoes for the dead ThisIsNino I am circleing the drain nite all shoes for the dead: or camel Nabby: shoes!! Cat: nite lily lily: dung beet Principalpoop: sleep sound lily, ciaooo Glen: Adieu LILY EWeston: See yah soon Lily Beet: See you next time, lily Cat: probably still can, glen DJTweeny: bye lily, se you next time... Nabby: take care lily Glen: under an umlaut! lily: bye ew pinholeF200: night lily ThisIsNino: I'm not from around here. Do these performances exist in a cleaner format? lily: beet alter shoes for the dead: damn echo...... pinholeF200: or day lily lily: b> tween till we meat again Principalpoop: cacaphony, yeah lily: pin nice Nabby: echo? ThisIsNino: horizontal colon EWeston: Locked again in the pork futures warehouse Beet: I have a horizontal colon ThisIsNino: Eisenhower meant steelworker? shoes for the dead: this is the deal,Nino, DOMM cd Principalpoop: get me a colonade Glen: free associating! EWeston: Is it helpfull socialy? Glen: word jazz ||||||||| Ralph Spoilsport drives in through the door and says "Buy a new or used T-shirt from the Firesign Theatre Cafepress store! Hurry before this sentence ends!" Principalpoop: punastics Nabby: right on daddy-o EWeston: With a beat pinholeF200: throw a towel over it shoes for the dead: option 16 power play EWeston: The steel will rust! Nabby: very organic Principalpoop: coffee towel passport Glen: Ralph returns Channel85: self-realized man EWeston: prison Nabby: rust is slow for a reason Glen: in reverse EWeston: But it never sleeps Principalpoop: the origin of consciousness and selfhoodness shoes for the dead: slow rusted man ||||||||| Mayor P'nisnose strides up to the podium and speaks: "My fellow Armenians, if you have questions about exorcism, buy the new book "EXORCISM IN YOUR DAILY LIFE", now on sale. Incidentally, so is my vote." Nabby: but it never sleeps, yes pinholeF200: and eliott ness Glen: Pete studied under a Zen master... Nabby: unrust your mind
DJTweeny wonders if they used a Theramin for that whistling sound NancyKat: mmm Principalpoop: olive oyl Nabby: this story helped me once EWeston: The fate of all Porsche 914's Nabby: a theremin? neato Tween DJTweeny: and many ladies studied under Pete Cat: he was living at said master's house on whidbey island when i last saw him Glen: It's the Ralph LP ThisIsNino: This stuff will make your brain tired after a while. DJTweeny: I think so, Nabby Channel85: solid Nabby: delish Cat: zen and bergman's brain go together well Principalpoop: Lewis Illuminato, God on earth Glen: Solid, Jackson Nabby: lick a boot it will make a difference EWeston: Gassy Jackson Principalpoop: The tongue does not lie Nabby: it's like zergman Glen: there was always a Zen thing going on in TFT material Cat: what is "a while?" this? i've been mainlining firesign since 67 and haven't gotten tired of em yet shoes for the dead: jargon of beatnicks pinholeF200: penny rookers, cheap hookers, groovy lookers Nabby: a whole jargon of em Cat: lots of religious shit indeed Principalpoop: heavy, when was the last time something was heavy? Nabby: spiders Glen: hmmm NancyKat: erm shoes for the dead: owls ||||||||| Catherwood enters and asks "Is there anythynge you want? By that I mean Anythynge You Want To, Shakespeare's Lost paperback Comedie in pre-electronic book form!" Principalpoop: bowls EWeston: A corpse with a belly full of lead is heavy Nabby: owls? Principalpoop: yes indeed heavy that NancyKat: Poop-metal... ||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?" Nabby: hoot mon that's a heavy owl shoes for the dead: crickets EWeston: Dragging one around is real drag Channel85: the owls are not what they seem Glen: many people were killed Glen: that's from Fields pinholeF200: wire you insulate Principalpoop: the guy trapped in the canyon has a necrophilia movie coming out Cat: did any of you see TV Guise, Mad parody of TV guide from sometime in the 60s Cat: passport festival of japan indeed ||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Johan Amadeus Myjetski - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| lily - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... shoes for the dead: owls in drag? Principalpoop: innuendo, an italian suppository Glen: mad was awesome at that time Cat: i would be surprised if the Fireguys never saw it. insanely funny Principalpoop: mad was ahh epic EWeston: The wigs can be really striking ThisIsNino: Jakov Bergman -- subtle. Nabby: vintage fyne Mad yepsk Glen: NEGROS A GO-GO!!! HAAAA Nabby: sugared grass! Glen: their take on TV broadcasting is hysterical Principalpoop: a pound of sugared grass Nabby: lol EWeston: Mad in aspic here ''Bob'': YES MISTRESS! Glen: Yes, Mistress Nabby: Creepies was a Spielberg flick right? ||||||||| 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!" Glen: God, I love this TV material Principalpoop: horseheight DJTweeny: You guys want to hear Yes, Mistress in a couple of weeks? Glen: Horace Heidt!! shoes for the dead: two-way wrist handcuffs DJTweeny: This dovetails really well in TVonTV Cat: that's from an Hour Hour show as I recall Nabby: Squeezy Whitaker Channel85: what level of hell does drug usury get you into? shoes for the dead: yuppers, Tween Glen: Hideo Bumstead Glen: i'm dying over here! EWeston: I'm game, not just gamey Nabby: 6th ThisIsNino: My God, you can buy all this stuff now? Principalpoop: in between masturbaters and those who fail to flush the toilet DJTweeny: OK, will be sure to play it. Next week is Roller Maidens, and a long collage from Cat Nabby: 1935 Glen: Lark Albatross Channel85: mmmm good visual shoes for the dead: it's mandatory, Nino DJTweeny: ThisIsNino: My God, you can buy all this stuff now? yuppers - check the link at the top of the page Cat: Rocket Bozos 3? Nabby: what's masturbaters poop Principalpoop: the boxer ''Bob'': Excellent. Not sure when I last heard Roller Maidens. ThisIsNino: Right. I just saw the link. DJTweeny: It's the Duke Of Madness Motors compilation, all the radio shows from '70-'72 Nabby: Simon and Garfarkle EWeston: Not masterbeaters? ThisIsNino: The Boxer? Beet: Barbara Bobo pops up every once in a while Principalpoop: fishers who know how to really their baits Glen: Goshen DJTweeny: and a bunch of extras, including interviews pinholeF200: Master Baiters is a fishing show shoes for the dead: hee hee nabby it came around Nabby: Does it have anything to do with summer squash? 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 Nabby: lol shoes EWeston: I didn't want to talk about hat Principalpoop: cecelia, your breaking my heart ThisIsNino: Can I say: Goodbye? shoes for the dead: in your hat? Nabby: you may not Rufus_T_Firetween: Not until you have a copy of DOMM ;) ||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!" Principalpoop: nino departing, ding ding EWeston: Metaphyiscly tricky Nino Glen: awwww... I love David's children's book readings ThisIsNino: Working on it, Rufus. Beet: adios to Nino ||||||||| Around 10:32 PM, ThisIsNino walks off into the sunset... Nabby: Nino be good Cat: yes everyone who enjoys firesign should have a copy of DOMM Nabby: A must! shoes for the dead: they should put this out for kids, it's the best reading Beet: Interesting hearing them do Winnie the Pooh Principalpoop: coddleston pie Glen: It's very sweet. EWeston: The secrets out ||||||||| 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 Levi disembarks at 10:33 PM. Cat: they loved this Nabby: no explosions DJTweeny: Hi Levi DJTweeny: a little late, unfortunately :/ Nabby: Hey Lev Nabby: i 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 Cat: for very cerebral comics, they were also deeply tied to childhood DJTweeny: about 10 minutes left in the show Levi: I'lll be ready next time Nabby: cerebral comics yeah Nabby: no pesky pages to flip Principalpoop: no proper notice taken to me at all EWeston: We lost the forms pinholeF200: I tried to reach the knocker but she kept grabbing my hand Cat: what would you consider proper, poop? shoes for the dead: or notice/ Nabby: your hand or your gland Principalpoop: presents and a cake and that kinda stuff EWeston: Use a stepladder Glen: It comes in goes out like anything EWeston: A uranium cake will be arriving shortly Glen: and pinholeF200: Or a wooden chair (if you can't find a partner) EWeston: A glowing UPS driver Nabby: Catherwood give Principalpoop tasty cake. ||||||||| Catherwood hands principalpoop tasty cake. EWeston: He could try to blow him out. Principalpoop: the spelling is good but it is wobbly shoes for the dead: my tpying is wobbly Nabby: weebly Principalpoop: ahh the gloom is lifted, thanks EWeston: The flying giant squid keep distracting shoes for the dead: as is my thinking Nabby: what color are they today ||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Rogrr - dead from the yaws ||||||||| NancyKat - dead from the common cold ||||||||| squeeze_the_wheeze - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... EWeston: Purple swat camo Nabby: yowers shoes for the dead: blenb right in EWeston: They show up well against the wainscotting ||||||||| 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' DJTweeny: Would love to see you guys at my Sunday show Nabby: always check the wainscotting even if you don't have squids DJTweeny: just go to dishnuts.net for instructions DJTweeny: 6-8pm Eastern, and I happily take requests, including Firesign Nabby: fun shows Tween EWeston: We'll see your competing against the hydros and Blue Angles this weekend DJTweeny: thanks, Nabby shoes for the dead: best byo radio show around DJTweeny: Yeah, a lot of folks are doing other things on Sunday evenings Principalpoop: poor balloon DJTweeny: That damp rag is Tweeny! Nabby: yes poop Principalpoop: poor eyor Nabby: ppoop Cat: my favourite size ||||||||| 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." EWeston: Yup I's had a goodly time too, see you all down the funway Nabby: ppooh shoes for the dead: by EW Principalpoop: ciao ew Nabby: Take care EW DJTweeny: Until next time, EW pinholeF200: See ya, EW Cat: by ew Principalpoop: the balloon goes in and out of the pot Beet: Nite, EW Nabby: Fudd's Law? shoes for the dead: in and out like anything ||||||||| 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!" Cat: it goes in, it goes out like anything. where have we heard that before? Beet: You guys make my Thursday evenings. Thank You and Thanks Tween as always. Principalpoop: right here, earlier Cat: great show as always, tween Nabby: Great cut Tween & great time ''Bob'': 'nite tweeny. 'nite all shoes for the dead:Thanks Tween!! Principalpoop: thank you beet Principalpoop: thanks all Lil: great show DJ Principalpoop: have a super week all, thanks tween pinholeF200:Thanks Tween Channel85: thanks for the The Disposable Heroes of Hiphoprisy - let's do some public enemy next time shoes for the dead: Park it and Lock it! Nabby: Good to see you all and have a super groovy weekend....man DJTweeny: Thanks for listening everybody, and have a great week. See you next time, same FireTime, same FireStation... Principalpoop: be groovy, not heavy DJTweeny: groovy, man Lil: you too folks ||||||||| "10:47 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Principalpoop, who then runs out through the french doors and down through the garden. ||||||||| Catherwood says "10:48 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs pinholeF200 by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door Cat: next week folks ||||||||| At 10:48 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Cat!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on... DJTweeny: Until last time, again... ||||||||| Catherwood says "10:51 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Rufus_T_Firetween by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door ||||||||| Catherwood says "10:51 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs DJTweeny by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door ||||||||| It's 10:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Glen - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Beet - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| Nabby - dead from measles ||||||||| EWeston - dead from the yaws ||||||||| ''Bob'' - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Levi - 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 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Channel85 - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Lil - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| mac cat - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'Carmievg', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 12:59 AM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room... Carmievg: I just got here. What did I miss? ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 1 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. Carmievg: But that's all the way over there in Knew Jork! I need to know when it is here?? WHEN IS IT NOW AND HERE????? Carmievg: Ohhh Fizzpimples. It seems I mist out on all the phun todaynight. Shucks and sunza guns an everythin. Carmievg: I mite a swell mosey on down the trail then. Wishin all of yew the most pleasantatious eveninj you could ever whope to gimajin!! ||||||||| Carmievg departs at 1:04 AM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?" ||||||||| Catherwood enters, and announces to all and sundry "It's 4:32 AM, time to change the log file and clean out unused rooms; please exit the chat room for a minute or two. Thank you for your patience."
The Evening's Participants:
Beet
''Bob''
Carmievg
Cat
cat
Channel85
Dexter Fong
DJTweeny
Elayne
EWeston
Glen
Happy Harry Cox
Johan Amadeus Myjetski
Levi
Lil
lily
lookupabit
Mr. Bark Bark
Mudhead
Nabby
NancyKat
pinholeF200
Principalpoop
Rogrr
Rufus_T_Firetween
shoes for the dead
squeeze_the_wheeze
ThisIsNino
Yeti Outranks Them
