||||||||| 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 December 18, 2014 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule... ||||||||| DJTweeny enters at 8:11 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Hat Pack Annex. ||||||||| New notice: '** There will be a Firesign Theatre/US Plus Stimulcast starting at 9pmET this evening. Warm-up music begins around 8:40pmET - visit Firesign’s web site at www.firesigntheatrelegacy.com **' ||||||||| Mudhead enters at 8:26 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Hat Pack Annex. DJTweeny: hewwo Mudhead ||||||||| Catherwood ushers Rufus_T_Firetween inside, makes a note of the time (8:27 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. Mudhead: Give me back my hat and goat you thief! ||||||||| Mudhead departs at 8:29 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?" DJTweeny: Catherwood return the stolen items ||||||||| Catherwood ignores DJTweeny ||||||||| Mudhead enters at 8:29 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and hurries off to the Hat Pack Annex. Mudhead: Im bACK! and Im beeyutifull ||||||||| dude enters at 8:31 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Chapeau Manger. Rufus_T_Firetween: Catherwood, give Mudhead is hat and goat ||||||||| Catherwood gives mudhead is hat and goat. DJTweeny: Hi dude dude: where the white women at Rufus_T_Firetween: very fun movie dude: do we think it a good day to listen? Mudhead: Excuse me while I whip this out Rufus_T_Firetween: "and now for my Jesse Owens impression" dude: Hey throw a towel over it Rufus_T_Firetween: if you like Shoes For Industry, you're in the right place ||||||||| New notice: '** There will be a Firesign Theatre/US Plus Stimulcast starting at 9pmET this evening. Warm-up music begins around 8:40pmET - 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) **' DJTweeny: streams are up but no audio yet Mudhead: get with it man Rufus_T_Firetween: the musicians are still warming up ||||||||| Doctor Dog enters at 8:36 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Chapeau Manger. Doctor Dog: Rough dude: it's that little choreim switch over there ||||||||| COtech enters at 8:36 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Chapeau Manger. Mudhead: Take their shoes from the cellophane, their ready DJTweeny: Hi Dog, COtech COtech: It's all right, they're speaking Chinese. ||||||||| Alto606 steals in around 8:38 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident." DJTweeny: Hi Alto Alto606: Hi! I.m preparing to relive moments from my youth tonight. DJTweeny: Forward, Into The Past! Mudhead: Give me back my hat and goat Doctor Dog: Hi Li Dee Jay Doctor Dog: Lo ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - warm up music (various artists) - listen to the stream at 128k at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k for dial-up users at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u (streaming server graciously provided by Radio Free Dishnuts - www.dishnuts.net) **' ||||||||| 8:43 PM: Principal poop 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!" DJTweeny: Hey P ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "8:43 PM and late as usual, it's Governmentality, just back from Ohio." DJTweeny: You're in Illinois, P? DJTweeny: Hi mental ||||||||| SeattleMike enters at 8:43 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and dashes off to the Haberdashery Barn. DJTweeny: Hi Mike ||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'late', just granted probation at 8:44 PM", then leaves hurriedly. DJTweeny: Hi late ||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and announces "Announcing 'Cat', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:44 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary... DJTweeny: Hey Cat Doctor Dog: Woof! Governmentality: Hello, all. late: howdy Cat: Hi chatters DJTweeny: in France, do the call them catters? DJTweeny: *they Cat: lol tween Cat: Fumiyo will be in France in April She can ask. Mudhead: chattiers DJTweeny: kewl Doctor Dog: Does Austin ever show up any more? Cat: not for a while, dog DJTweeny: once in a while Doctor Dog: Bumma DJTweeny: Would love for Phil P to join us when he gets back from Europe Mudhead: Who's this playing Tweeny? Doctor Dog: David is pretty active on Facebook Cat: i just read a book that sounds like austin wrote it. Inherent Vice by Thomas Pyncheon. Cat: There's a new flick coming out based on it. DJTweeny: That was James McMurtry from Austin with "We Can't Make It Here Anymore" Doctor Dog: And PP is pretty active everywhere of course lol Cat: the writing is so much like austin it's hard to believe austin didnt write it DJTweeny: This is Dan Seals with "Factory Town" Cat: pp is almost always on facebook, 3 monthes or so in italy ||||||||| "8:49 PM? 8:49 PM!!" says Catherwood, "timpre should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as timpre enters and sits on the divan. DJTweeny: Hi timpre DJTweeny: Yeah Proctor is all over Facebook Mudhead: Divine divan DJTweeny: been like a guided tour ||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 8:51 PM, dragging EWeston by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Firehead?" timpre: how are you all DJTweeny: Hi EW DJTweeny: doing good, timpre, how about yourself? EWeston: Evenin Tweeny and the rest of you lugs Mudhead: Im sad, yet happy. We had a memorial service for ah,clem today DJTweeny: This is Billy Joel with "Allentown" timpre: just finishing up some home made turkey pot pie Mudhead: he was one funny guy, always there with the tag line to my lines ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "8:53 PM and late as usual, it's nancy, just back from Illinois." Cat: only joel song i liked was Billly the Kid DJTweeny: Hi nancy EWeston: ir were good freinds and family there mudhead Mudhead: When Id forget where I was hed have me hold my thumb over the line DJTweeny: Yeah JL was a really great guy, and a Firehead of the first order Cat: Nancy late: I used to like to go to work, but they shut it down I've got a right to go to work, but there's no work here to be found Cat: He was indeed, Tween. ||||||||| It's 8:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| SeattleMike - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Principal poop - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Cat: was that the real poop? nancy: hello (as she stops on a dime...) ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:56 PM and lily bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. ||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 8:56 PM, dragging llanwydd by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?" DJTweeny: dunno Cat, as Nino said Illinois DJTweeny: Hi lily Cat: only a nickle. had to split it with the sound effects man. llanwydd: what you all doin here so early Mudhead: Its not like I lost my job, its still there but someone else is doin it. Then I went home and my wife was making love. Except someone else was doin it. EWeston: Site is now Lily equipped Cat: hi l's DJTweeny: Dan Seals again with "Big Wheels In The Moonlight" DJTweeny: Hi LLan Mudhead: Howdy Miss Lily ||||||||| Chick Lambert fades in and says: "I have no idea who this Friedstein Theatre is, but they 're honing in on my territory over at Duke of Madness Motors. Give 'em the what for, Storm!" "RUFF! RUFF!" lily: Cat DJTweeny Doctor Dog EWeston late Mudhead nancy timpre evein all and thanks djtween for a good laugh nancy: ...thanks,Cat! lily: Hey cat lily: hey mud llanwydd: I declare the chat room open late: howdy Cat: we mever know who is who here, just like a firesign album DJTweeny: Well, I do declare... ||||||||| Catherwood enters with aah....Clem close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 8:58 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the vestibule. DJTweeny: Hi Clem EWeston: Secure our brooders DJTweeny: Clem, we've tried to retire that nick in memory of our former DJ who died recently llanwydd: brooders und shweshtern lily: send a wire ||||||||| 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!" Cat: it'll have to go through baltimore DJTweeny:ah, clem was our DJ for over a decade Mudhead: Thems pretty big shoes you be tryin to fill EWeston: Does your wife know zis? ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and intones "Presenting 'shoes for the dead', just granted probation at 8:59 PM", then leaves hurriedly. DJTweeny: btw - clicking on that link will take you to his memorial web site DJTweeny: Hi shoes ||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?" Cat: and he's doing pretty good at that, mud shoes for the dead: Howdy ||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, December 18, 2014 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!" nancy: I'll wait here in the sitting room EWeston: Shoes for minsy ||||||||| Catherwood enters with tildatoo close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 9:00 PM tree-stunting plans, and scurries off to the vestibule. shoes for the dead: I'll wait here in the sitting room llanwydd: thanks, cathey late: whose turn is it to monitor for the nsa tonite? DJTweeny: Hi tildatoo llanwydd: hey tild ||||||||| 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 pinholeF200 disembarks at 9:00 PM. Mudhead: I'll do it, I'll do it! DJTweeny: Hi pinhole Cat: thanks for the link, tween. shoes for the dead: hey pin ||||||||| Catherwood escorts reindeer inside, makes a note of the time (9:01 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. tildatoo: Hi, I'm glad to be able to visit the "chat:! DJTweeny: Thanks to Merlyn :) llanwydd: catherwood, turn off my tv and vacuum my floor ||||||||| Catherwood vacuums llanwydd's floor. Cat: hi newcomer pinholeF200: Hi Tweeny, shoes and all DJTweeny: Hi reindeer llanwydd: thanks cathy EWeston: Pinster. Either Joe or Ed has the NSA hat t'night Cat: reindeer games, eh? Mudhead: Mice, be quiet! late: solid - happy monitoring - here's one to start with - fuck the nsa Cat: do any of you know the phil austin christmas story from his Tales of the Old Detective audio? Cat: maybe tween will play it next week. Mudhead: nah, frack the FCC EWeston: Feck the Norman Cubby Knukle Choir llanwydd: haven't heard that one, cat Cat: false drugs= pharmaceuticals? llanwydd: austin has been very prolific Cat: the old detective cassettes are great. maybe coming out again as cds nancy: my world was never the same, thats for sure!! shoes for the dead: placebos Cat: no, llan, not particularly Mudhead: Ok, Im going to be quietly listening and laughing my butt off, Im reading, just not typing ||||||||| 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: I think the operative word is "false", not "drugs" EWeston: As opposed to prolithic? ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “SHOES FOR INDUSTRY” - 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 THIS ALBUM AT >> http://laugh.com/product/firesign-theatre-best-of-firesign-theatre-shoes-for-industry-cd-audio/ **' ||||||||| aah....Clem says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, aah....Clem exits at 9:05 PM. nancy: True Drugs for me! Cat: but like all of the lads, he has a short attention spans. lily: poisssszone llanwydd: perhaps I know more of austin's early work than you do, cat EWeston: I always forget to take the drug test Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “SHOES FOR INDUSTRY” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=sfi-ln Cat: yes, the young phil was indeed productive but i'm talklng of the current version. nancy: i like studying for the drug test Cat: he's been here a few times, and maybe he'll show up again and we can ask him. ||||||||| "9:06 PM? 9:06 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Zooky Fogg should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Zooky Fogg enters and sits at the bar. llanwydd: I got 100 on my drug test DJTweeny: Hi Zooky Rufus_T_Firetween: ** FIRESALE STORE Here >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/firesale/firesale.php Cat: 100 cc? EWeston: Zookums pinholeF200: I want to get paid to test placebos shoes for the dead: hey Zook Zooky Fogg: Hey Tween and all. Cat: hi fogg shoes for the dead: all together now Cat: good luck, pin EWeston: After my last acid test I scorded 150% llanwydd: that reminds me of a steven wright joke lily: I lost my score card Zooky Fogg: Awake, aware, and well. New strain of air. llanwydd: "I was doing peyote when I took my SATs. I got an 1800." ||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?" nancy: when will the litmus test finally be color-blind? lily: lol shoes for the dead: what? EWeston: I'm waiting for brail litmus paper Zooky Fogg: I throw darts drunk. ||||||||| 9:09 PM: Merlyn jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!" lily: acid base new band DJTweeny: Hey Merlyn EWeston: Better than throwing darts drunks nancy: are the darts drunk? llanwydd: Hey Moyl ||||||||| It's 9:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| timpre - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... shoes for the dead: hey Merlyn DJTweeny: Thanks for setting up that link for ah, clem :) Cat: merl Merlyn: heya EWeston: Merl Zooky Fogg: Flight paths vary. ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "9:10 PM and late as usual, it's Deputy Dang, just back from England." Cat: the darts have been drinking, not me DJTweeny: Hi Deputy llanwydd: hey dang Cat: for the tom waits fans among you Deputy Dang: lolol I love Catherwood ||||||||| Catherwood rushes alongside Deputy Dang and says "Do you have something for me to do?" shoes for the dead: Dang! EWeston: But the drunks are still drunk Cat: wahts if in miiniland, merl? ||||||||| 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." Deputy Dang: "late as usual"... he knows me to swell Cat: the dangman EWeston: Swell up again deputy Zooky Fogg: Who shot the Sherriff? lily: a tank yard of tankards nancy: geeks a gawkin! Cat: am i drunk, dreaming i'm a grape, or am i a grape, dreaming me into existence 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 pinholeF200: tanks a lot Deputy Dang: Are we enjoying Bozos tonight? shoes for the dead: all's swell that ends swell Cat: eric clapton, fogg. Deputy Dang: My first and favorite... I have it memorized, the whole thing. DJTweeny: check the topic, Deputy Deputy Dang: I've had two girlfriends who didn't believe me, but on long road trips, they had me stfu because I was always there. Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “SHOES FOR INDUSTRY” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=sfi-ln << Deputy ;) Zooky Fogg: Righto. Just keeping on toes. nancy: Nick D. is my favorite. I directed a radio show production in my theater 2 years ago. llanwydd: two ships that passed in the night? Deputy Dang: Shoes For Industry is the topic for the night? nancy: yes Deputy lily: flight of the bumble peas DJTweeny: * currently playing... (at the top of the page) nancy: pray for whirled peas EWeston: The shake of the humble knees Deputy Dang: Okay, I'll just pretend I'm being fluffed by Bozos until then.
Deputy Dang -) ||||||||| 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: The Best Of The Firesign Theatre from their first 9 albums ||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?" llanwydd: yeah, why shoes? shouldn't there be more sugar than shoes? lily: and peas on earth good will stores open DJTweeny: lol @ fluffed by bozos Cat:http://seemrealland.blogspot.ca/search?q=I+shot+the+Japanese+sheriff nancy: LOL Lil ||||||||| Outside, the 9:15 PM downtown bus from New York pulls away, leaving Elayne coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. Elayne: Evenin' all! Zooky Fogg: My new Girl Friend says to support me quitting tobacco she have sex with me evrytime I feel like having a cigarette. She doesn't know I chainsmoke. EWeston: They...they come in PODS!!! shoes for the dead: Elayne! Cat: i think the peas can pray for themselves. pinholeF200: Hi El DJTweeny: Hey Elayne Cat: do y'all know the story about bergman and the canned peas in afghanistan? ||||||||| "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!" nancy: if they had hands Cat Cat: Hi El EWeston: Hi Elayne Merlyn: Hey E llanwydd: bet they saved him from babylon Deputy Dang: upload maintenance program Elayne: Good to see all the regulars here! ||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..." shoes for the dead: tell it, Cat late: jimradcliffe.com -> for ah, clem Cat: from the story I heard, bergman's bro worked in a farm that grew peas and dope in afgh. bergman brought come cans into turkey with them. the origin of the turkish border scene at the begginign of electrician nancy: OMG must get box of Nick!! Doctor Dog: I felt like I had solve damajor mystery when I learned the origin of this section ||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?" lily: coo cat Cat: bergman got to the border and the guard said he didnt have the paperwork so berg leant him his motorcycle, full of hash/peas, to go get papers and come come back so berg could cross the border ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "9:18 PM and late as usual, it's Nabby, just back from Washington." DJTweeny: Hi Nabby Cat: nabi shoes for the dead: hey Nabby Nabby: Evenin Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “SHOES FOR INDUSTRY” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=sfi-ln lily: he he nabby llanwydd: somewhat ironic that such a religious nation is the worlds leading producer of drug addiction Cat: have they nabbed that E yet? EWeston: Mac Nam that Nabby Cat: the us? Doctor Dog: In fact I just bought a signed group photo! pinholeF200: heroin is the religion of the masses llanwydd: well, that has been said DJTweeny: kewl, Doctor :-) ||||||||| Lil steals in around 9:20 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident." lily: catherwood we need a tarentella ||||||||| Catherwood hands a tarentella. Lil: Hey kids Cat: marx said religion is the opium of the people. i think opiates are the new religion shoes for the dead: let's rock and roll Cat: hi lil Nabby: Right on! EWeston: Yow Lil Nabby: Hi Lil late: [power salute] ||||||||| "9:21 PM? 9:21 PM!!" says Catherwood, "dhoodness should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as dhoodness enters and sits in front of the fireplace. pinholeF200: Hey Lil llanwydd: but to think that most islamic nations prohibit alcohol Lil: Sorry did I step on your foot EW Zooky Fogg: Burn Homegrown ||||||||| Mark Time invites you to watch and listen to Firesign’s XM Radio Performances Watch The Firesign Theatre In Action! EWeston: Power weggie pinholeF200: notice that John Lennon never said "Imagine there's no drugs" Nabby: Catherwood give lily a tarantula ||||||||| Catherwood gets lily a tarantula. Cat: ealeir i mentioned Inherent Vice, novel by Pyncheon now a flick. DJTweeny: Hi Lil, hoodness llanwydd: well, that would have been hard for him to imagine Zooky Fogg: Coo coo ca choo Cat: worth reading before seeing. anyway, reads like it was written by ausitn. Lil: ck this tarantula is still alive EWeston: Tickle him and see pinholeF200: does the tarantula have a web site? ||||||||| Mark Time invites you to watch and listen to Firesign’s XM Radio Performances Watch The Firesign Theatre In Action! Lil: Oop wrong person sorrt shoes for the dead: mine did, pin Lil: Ok who rearranged my keyboard Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “SHOES FOR INDUSTRY” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=sfi-ln Zooky Fogg: Drugs are not weed Cat: your brain DJTweeny: lol Lil EWeston: Der Shintner! lily: objects in the mirror DJTweeny: Lil, your keyboard is obviously defective nancy: ebony next to ivory Lil llanwydd: didn't know there were german shintoists ||||||||| Mark Time invites you to watch and listen to Firesign’s XM Radio Performances Watch The Firesign Theatre In Action! EWeston: May reach out to you Lil: As long as it's not me Nabby: objects that aren't on this side.... shoes for the dead: deadly Aji-no-moto ||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Governmentality - dead from measles ||||||||| tildatoo - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| reindeer - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Cat: tom waits update" the keyboard's defective, not me. ||||||||| Chick Lambert fades in and says: "I have no idea who this Friedstein Theatre is, but they 're honing in on my territory over at Duke of Madness Motors. Give 'em the what for, Storm!" "RUFF! RUFF!" Nabby: Puzzle Box! Lil: No wonder, I've been trying to type on the piano ||||||||| Catherwood enters with Rod Flash close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 9:25 PM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the Aviary. EWeston: They did have some existencial hurttles to cross Zooky Fogg: Weed is a weener from for somew. Cat: ask the piano for a drink shoes for the dead: new character enter! llanwydd: why not ask catherwood ||||||||| Catherwood strides over to llanwydd and says "oh, fuck off llanwydd!" llanwydd: same to you cathy Lil: Good idea, it probably moves faster than Catherwood does ||||||||| Catherwood walks alongside Lil and mumbles "oh, fuck off Lil!" Zooky Fogg: Hey Piano. Can I get a drink? lily: catherwood have a ball ||||||||| Catherwood rushes up to lily and queries "Do you have something for me to do?" Lil: Catherwood go wash your mouth out with something ||||||||| Catherwood goes wash his mouth out with something. EWeston: Catherwood pour Zooky a piano ||||||||| Catherwood gives zooky a piano. Cat: has that ever happened to any of you? DJTweeny: Hi Rod Zooky Fogg: The piano is busy. I'll get my own. Lil: lol Cat: catherwood, he only has one ball ||||||||| Catherwood strides over to Cat and inquires "Did you need me?" ||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!" EWeston: This week? Nabby: Catherwood sing O Tannenbaum. ||||||||| Catherwood pretends not to hear Nabby nancy: Piano, go home, you're drunk
Nabby pouts. Deputy Dang: Not to be torturing me! lily: the soap made him go blind llanwydd: I'd rather hear Cathy Wood sing Rod Flash: Dead Cat soap? Zooky Fogg: I keep an extra bag of balls just in case but I don't lend them out. pinholeF200: we already know what kind of girl you are, we're just haggling over the price ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:29 PM and audrey farber sashays out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. llanwydd: I have five sisters named cathy, by the way nancy: Catherwood, roll me a bummer ||||||||| Catherwood rolls nancy a bummer. Cat: as long as you dont put the balls on the other side llanwydd: hey audrey Cat: hi aud Elayne: Sorry, away from keyboard... back now... nancy: thanks, catherwood ||||||||| Catherwood answers "You're welcome." shoes for the dead: hey Audrey DJTweeny: Hi audrey Cat: hows it going, el? Elayne: So Merlyn, is this place open on Christmas? Deputy Dang: I sometimes like putting the balls on the other side... my gf doesn't agree. Cat: new job and all Nabby: Welcome back EWeston: The world ended audrey farber: [falsetto] Whaaat? Elayne: Again, EWeston? Nabby: Hi audrey EWeston: As we know it Cat: in another reality, ew shoes for the dead: as we know it Zooky Fogg: I play golf in the dark. lily: hereing is the last to go shoes for the dead: echo in here Elayne: Herring? Yeah, that's still in my fridge. DJTweeny: Our ah, clem DJ would always close the show with this song. Quite appropriate .... ||||||||| 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!"
Nabby shifts on his pedestal. llanwydd: my herring is impaired EWeston: Donno someone said the universe disintigrates 30 times a second Cat: practicing for blindness, fogg? Deputy Dang: Toad Away it awesme llanwydd: who said that, weston? Zooky Fogg: I practice with a Poontang Master. EWeston: Some dingbat nancy: don't know Illan, he's disintegrated! pinholeF200: EW I thought that was a TV picture Nabby: what? Zooky Fogg: Yes Cat. shoes for the dead: I'm so confused llanwydd: well what do you call the universe and how would anybody know lily: the night is young Mudhead: just hold your thumb under your lines Zooky Fogg: I call it a universe. nancy: and you won't loose your place EWeston: I'm not to sure of the timing but a continually recreating univrse is not to far out a thing llanwydd: the gig is young Cat: young people don't know they're young people. shoes for the dead: ah, thanks, mud pinholeF200: so how do we change the channel? ||||||||| "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: the knight is Jung? Deputy Dang: Are they Jeriwsh candles? nancy: I smelll a rat EWeston: Not under the paper then. Deputy Dang: (Too soon?) ||||||||| 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!" audrey farber: wait is this version of Sherlock played by Downey Mudhead: your welcome, and now back to our adventure Nabby: I smell one too Zooky Fogg: Self reproducing 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!" lily: the Knight is hung Cat: ew, what is happening in cosmology now is most exciting. Mudhead: Happy Channukah folks EWeston: The structures come from else where ||||||||| 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!" audrey farber: Molotov nancy: pretty tough to hang a knight with all that armor Merlyn: New Breakthroughs In Eyeshadow llanwydd: mazeltov Cat: haldane said the universe is stanger than we can imagine, but firesign and new discoveriers may disprove that. lily: ohh cocktails Merlyn: oh cosmology Elayne: I know a few happy Chanukah folks, most are relatives. nancy: HA Audrey! Zooky Fogg: I forgot the name for creatures that do self produce. Nabby: Cat: http://irfu.cea.fr/cosmography Nabby: ticktocktails Cat: yes, happy chanukah, el. i'd love some latkes about now ||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..." EWeston: Life? Mudhead: Hollywood directors llanwydd: it is unreasonable to assume anything about the universe nancy: Firesign is stranger than we can imagine Zooky Fogg: Leave it to Haldane. ||||||||| Captain Equinox flies in through the transom, landing on the bearskin rug. "Attention, solstice squad! After working a 12-hour day, I like to kick back and swill some juice out of a genuine Firesign coffee mug or Bear Whiz Beer stein!" lily: ok captian hook nancy: Nick, NIcky, NIck, Nick Nick! nancy: stop slapping me shoes for the dead: stanley's afgan pinholeF200: he said pointedly Nabby: Is that true about the rats? : ) EWeston: Yes mamsirpettyofficer, or other Mudhead: Hollywood directors self reproduce Cat: el, anyone, have you seen rod serling show Carol for Another Christmas from 1964? Nabby: Caption hooked Cat: It'll be on turner network tongiht, maybe on in your time, el. Cat: not bad. Zooky Fogg: Rickover was a piece of work. lily: pixilate your dreams llanwydd: never saw "carol" cat. was it carol burnett? Cat: kind of an ad for the un. Mudhead: Hyman Rickover? shoes for the dead: channing Cat: no it was a tv movie. Nabby: Baron von Rickover Cat: its on at 9:45 pacific time. Elayne: I'm beat folks, sorry. Next week? Nabby: Wrecked often. Zooky Fogg: Admiral ||||||||| Bunnyboy sneaks in around 9:39 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last month's "unpleasant incident." lily: tatum drool Nabby: pixie dreams shoes for the dead: rickenbacher guitar lily: bye e ||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Rod Flash - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| dhoodness - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Mudhead: Admiral Rickover was the lead admiral of the nuclear navy EWeston: Take care Elayne nancy: Beat the Reaper, EL! Nabby: Take care Elayne Zooky Fogg: Bright man no matter the cut ||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!" pinholeF200: Night Elayne Cat: it's kind of a 1 1/2 hour twilight zone. i think tz had just ended. DJTweeny: bye El Nabby: Reet the beeper! Cat: by el Mudhead: nite E DJTweeny: Hey Bunny Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “SHOES FOR INDUSTRY” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=sfi-ln shoes for the dead: by Sl llanwydd: good question. we going to get together christmas night? Cat: hey bun. Bunnyboy : Firesign Chat is CANCELLED, by order of The Supreme Leader! Go back to your huts! Cat: you a fan of pyncheon? Cat: i'll be here, llan Mudhead: I'll be here, right after going out for Chinese food audrey farber: ficht nicht mit der raketemensch Cat: did nortrh korea take over our chat? Nabby: I only take orders from the Master Cylinder llanwydd: that's funny. some of my relatives always went out for chinese on christmas night nancy: they've seemed to take over SONY, so why not? EWeston: Mom may be in that hut pinholeF200: give me a brake nancy: stop it Pin~ Zooky Fogg: Ever have a Canadian bacon egg roll? Mudhead: Its a tradition in my family EWeston: Will you take these stays and whalebone? Cat: bad idea fogg shoes for the dead: but that makes you the slave, Nabby llanwydd: well of course chinese restaurants are about the only thing open on christmas nancy: do they even have egg rolls in Canada? lily: if it floats like flotsome Bunnyboy : PEE-WEE'S PLAYHOUSE, and the Christmas Special, are now on Netflix! pinholeF200: and therefore, A WITCH! audrey farber: ou sont les Evel Knievels d'antan EWeston: The Chinese go to KFC on the Chinese new year Mudhead: lol Cat: lol aud llanwydd: if I could remember what antan meant Zooky Fogg: Do they sit around and impersonate us. nancy: I thought they ate bagels and lox llanwydd: no the chinese don't eat bread of any kind llanwydd: that's why my grandfather would never go to chinese restaurants Mudhead: I never knew lox was fish growing up nancy: and that's why they don't fall off! llanwydd: he had to have bread with every meal EWeston: Well they are over a hundred ethnics that we call chinese. There is some variation on tastes audrey farber: it was easier to remember what antan meant in times past Mudhead: t was so rare I never had more than a single mouthful llanwydd: fish don't become lox when they grow up llanwydd: LOL, nancy ||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!" Cat: or unlox shoes for the dead: some chinese taste better than others Zooky Fogg: Actually I've gone Chinese on Christmas. Only thing open here. Mudhead: I have developed a taste for lox abd cream cheese on a bagel with a slice of onion EWeston: Some think the Southern Chinese taste the best nancy: liver dye? llanwydd: I visited a tibetan restaurant in beijing pinholeF200: once went to a convenience store on Christmas and ended up eating chili dogs audrey farber: southern fried chinese llanwydd: I like that too muddy ||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!" shoes for the dead: how high, Pin? ||||||||| 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." audrey farber: kentucky fried movie? audrey farber: but. how do i use. zinc. oxide. nancy: bagels were invented to just be vehicles to transport cream cheese into my mouth DJTweeny: llanwydd: I visited a tibetan restaurant in beijing << they were serving BBQ'd Tibetans? EWeston: I read a jounalist's travels around the edges of China. Even more information! llanwydd: LOL Tween Cat: true, nancy Mudhead: I like the fat ones that close up the hole in the center nancy: right Cat?? Zooky Fogg: I've gone Black over New Years. Start with fresh memory I say. lily: thats a roll llanwydd: I believe the ones with the closed holes are called byalis or something like that audrey farber: remember than time General Tso fought Colonel Sanders nancy: rockin' lily late: official stolen ||||||||| 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." Mudhead: Im makin myself hungry lily: right arms nancy EWeston: A fowl war fer shure Zooky Fogg: Had a southeast fly by earlier. late: art bell would play it ||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?" Cat: that travel show, i remember the origninal on la tv, maybe national. the golden hind. 60s llanwydd: ah yes, Gen Chow threw colonel sanderon into a vat of oil and made dumplings or something like that lily: mobius shoes for the dead: really, Cat? neat! EWeston: A humanitarian offerring llanwydd: with bob hind? audrey farber: syrup won't stop 'em nancy: with Goldie Hawn EWeston: They think he is insane shoes for the dead: I built the model boat back then Nabby: What about my eggs, dear? llanwydd: ipecac syrup might stop em Cat: a lot of their eealry work was taken from la tv shows audrey farber: i had some general tso that tasted like it was in maple syrup Zooky Fogg: How to Serve Human by I forgot who at the moment. llanwydd: sounds awful, audrey Zooky Fogg: Insanity invalidates nothing. pinholeF200: ipecac--this too shall pass Nabby: Tso how's the general doing these days? DJTweeny: "To Serve Man" llanwydd: maple syrup is for breakfast Mudhead: Its a COOKBOOK! audrey farber: lol llanwydd nancy: Chicago TV was quite avant gahrd too! shoes for the dead: stones aliens back to bomb Alto606: Ipecac -- I shall return. audrey farber: help it's the police! lily: thanks tween I was waitin on nabby Zooky Fogg: Yes Tween. I forgot the well known author. audrey farber: false alarm it was just Sting Cat: to the philipines, 606? DJTweeny: Rod Serling? ||||||||| 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!" ||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Elayne - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... pinholeF200: yes, we've got Chinese cooking Cat: help, its the police Nabby: Am I late again? Cat: rod wrote the flick, tween. audrey farber: how do you spell "szechuan" shoes for the dead: those tasty southern ones, pin? ||||||||| "Happy" Harry Cox pops in and say "I was right! Everything I knew WAS wrong! You CAN get "Profiles in Barbecue Sauce", chock full of meaty Firesign scripts!" EWeston: And a Lapp on the griddle late: nope llanwydd: just put star anise and soy sauce in anything and it tastes chinese nancy: catherwood how do i get in on Reaper? ||||||||| Catherwood gets in on reaper. DJTweeny: Cat - did you know that Serling did the screen play for 7 Days In May? Zooky Fogg: Heinlein or Asimov I was thinking but I forgot. pinholeF200: tastes like chicken DJTweeny: Once you know that, you can really see some of his work in the photography nancy: and the answer is, rattlesnake llanwydd: I haven't seen 7DiM yet. dying to find it Cat: not at the top of my head, tween. but to the extent i can recall that flick, it certrainly was serlingesque DJTweeny: It should be at most city public libraries, Llan EWeston: I was hoping it was the adder ||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?" Zooky Fogg: Easily Googled. shoes for the dead: hi NSA guy Bunnyboy : Oh, I'm a sleepy guy. Night! llanwydd: wasn't it frankenheimer? nancy: you're either on the bus, or you're off the bus EWeston: Happy dreams Bunny audrey farber: the cat's in the soap and the silver spoon Nabby: Take care Bunny nancy: TTFN Bunny pinholeF200: 101 uses for a dead cat shoes for the dead: yuppers, Nancy EWeston: Leaving by a window counts? Cat: by bun Zooky Fogg: Be well scatters. llanwydd: yes weston. stay here long enough and you'll be defenestrated audrey farber: rat on stick ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. Mudhead: What album is this off of? EWeston: Drinking last maragrita, and eating the cup Cat: in the next world, yhou're on your own
Nabby is in two places at once. Cat: maybe my least favourite ||||||||| At 10:00 PM, Bunnyboy vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted! lily: yes you are ||||||||| 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!" Zooky Fogg: I must go smoke a cigarette and think of something brilliant. llanwydd: well, I've got to get up early. see some of you on the 25th Cat: arent we brillaint enough, fogg? Zooky Fogg: I know. What have I been waiting for. Mudhead: Fogg, do something brilliant and dont smoke it EWeston: They do good laundry ||||||||| Alto606 is thrown out the window just as the clock strikes 10:01 PM. llanwydd: to the rest of you, Merry Christmas EWeston: Night IIan Nabby: Be well llan shoes for the dead: by llan lily: back at cha llan pinholeF200: llan, merry Christmas audrey farber: and to you llanwydd DJTweeny: Merry Christmas, Llan Mudhead: and a Happy Holidaze to you too my good freind ian ||||||||| At 10:02 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... Zooky Fogg: It's been a tough one, Mud. nancy: bye Ilanwydd Cat: by llan Mudhead: Yes it has Zooky Fogg: And as Much as I should I really don't want to. lily: merry crispneess and a happy new fear Mudhead: I blew off my appts and stayed in bed EWeston: And a marsupial little crispness back at cha Lily nancy: i like my old fear Lily lily: thanks ew audrey farber: something something blowing off in bed lily: for that ypu get two Nabby: All we have to fear is lily! Cat: crispness is good. for potatoes lily: big ol threat
nancy ) EWeston: Generally bad for noodles Cat: best thing about xmas for me as always been the alaistair sim's versionof christmas carol on chrfistmas eve nancy: that was supposed to be a smily face.... audrey farber: i want a big old McLatkes now shoes for the dead: and brains Cat: to potatoes, lily? audrey farber: i'll have the Hanukkah McLatkes and a Kosher McRib nancy: you say potato.... lily: I an not irsih but I am close DJTweeny: ** For those of you who don't know, typing a ':' (colon) in this chat has the same effect as typing '/me' in an IRC chat << nancy
audrey farber types a small intestine Cat: best deep fried thing i've ever eaten is a japanese dish called ton katsu, deep fried breaded portk cutlet at a restaurant called Maisen in Tokyo. nancy: Kosher Mc Rib?? Sounds like Military Intelligence! EWeston: I say Stop that nastershium! Cat: kosher pork, auderey? DJTweeny: just leave a space at the beginning of the line if you want to type a smiley face at the beginning of a sentence nancy: thanx DJT pinholeF200: what would a woman look like if God had to make the first one from a McRib? audrey farber: kosher pork brought to you by the miracle of ATOMIC MUTATION Cat: what would moses do? audrey farber: lol pinhole she's look delicious Cat: usa plus nancy: :) ||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?" Cat: it all tastes like pork EWeston: Cut down that dam burning bush shoes for the dead: tastes like pork. too Nabby: pork, however, tastes like....pork audrey farber: didn't They do a study and conclude than human flesh tastes like pork? i read that on the internet Cat: if you want to experience the best possible pork, go to tokyo. otherwise, i dont think so. nancy: pork tastes like rattlesnake to me lily: dry your muckloucks by the craklin audrey farber: or maybe it was the other way around nancy: are these your cues? pinholeF200: I can't be a vegetarian, they eat only vegetables. I'm a humanitarian. Cat: no, those are my peas
audrey farber gnaws gently on her forearm EWeston: tofu doen't taste Cat: still she held on to audrey's arm, hand nancy: tofu got no reason to live shoes for the dead: brown 29 Cat: frozen flesh, mmm lily: catherwood give adrey farber a sandwich ||||||||| Catherwood gives adrey farber a sandwich. Cat: we will get the whole story about this in pp's new ebook EWeston: Pull up a trow and get messy ||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
audrey farber curtsies to Catherwood ||||||||| Catherwood walks up to audrey farber and mumbles "Typing my name just to rile me, eh?" audrey farber: you are who you eat Deputy Dang: So am I. nancy: oh i hope not EWeston: An introcannibal then
audrey farber thinks this is one of her favorite Christmas songs lily: lord I am my ex shoes for the dead: my fave Philsong! DJTweeny: They'll be playing Give Up This Day at the end of the album. Just to reassure you, the night isn't over just yet ;) pinholeF200: ever heard Kung Fu Christmas? audrey farber: no DJTweeny: excellent Phil :) EWeston: Come On Jesus nancy: i am multiple personalities late: come on Deputy Dang: I've heard of KFC! shoes for the dead: show yourself
audrey farber wants to put this song in the church hymnal Cat:tweeny, can you drive from san antonio to la in one night? i think not Cat: no i guess not one night DJTweeny: That would be very very funny, audry shoes for the dead: sweet Jesus stop fer gas! DJTweeny: an entire church singing this lol Deputy Dang: Onwe night is doable--I've done it, back in my younger days. DJTweeny: not a chance, Cat EWeston: Makes me smile Tweeny audrey farber: the interwebs says it's 18 hours? late: come on audrey farber: come on DJTweeny: well, changing drivers, maybe nancy: come on! shoes for the dead: show yourself DJTweeny: a car full of changing drivers audrey farber: that is like half a box of No Doz nancy: Chinese Fire Drill Zooky Fogg: Well, brilliance is still eluding me but I have patience and plenty of smokes. Deputy Dang: Pretty much, and with an alternate driver available. shoes for the dead: Nasi!!! Deputy Dang: Yup, CFD at the rest stops. Cat: smoke is good Zooky Fogg: Maybe I'll catch something here. EWeston: Or lots of little white pills Nabby: you can download new drivers audrey farber: i stopped doing 18 hour drives that one time i hallucinated that the road started going up into the sky Deputy Dang: Yay, ZF! I wish I had smokes! DJTweeny: Cat, just getting to the TX border is 1/2 way Nabby: vroom Cat: i konw nothing of that geography, tween. DJTweeny: El Paso to San Antonio would be a good day's drive Nabby: TX is largish Cat: audrey, stopping is the correct thing to do. audrey farber: now i want Indonesian pinholeF200: do you take the Antelope Freeway out of TX nancy: i drove straight thru from Austin to Chicago....with a handful of Black Beauties and my best buddie ||||||||| 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: yipes nancy Mudhead: When I drove across country I entered Texas at night and left it the following night nancy: if you lived here, you'd be home by now! audrey farber: you didn't go across the panhandle then? Cat: i dilike driving more than tiny distnaces DJTweeny: takes me two days (stopping overnight) to get from Austin to central Indiana nancy: ya do crazy things when you're young and stupid. now I'm just stupid audrey farber: or was it some kind of Stargate Zooky Fogg: Where be you Dep? EWeston: Amen to that Nancy nancy: no, it was in a Camaro DJTweeny: most of one day is just getting from Austin to the border Zooky Fogg: Easily rolled. audrey farber: Camaroll lily: driving is frredom to me shoes for the dead: Mt is 8 hours on the road Nabby: Nino can tell you Zooky Zooky Fogg: Does I write and make stuff up cover me here? Nabby: Thanks Tweeny! audrey farber: yes it is pretty awesome lily EWeston: You can get a 305 section tire on that camerol nancy: Im with you Lily Zooky Fogg: It's a petty fine here. Soon to be legal. Cat: the first 5 years of my life were spend mostly on the road. my parents drove around north america for 6 monthes a year Nabby: Yes Gateway Firesign. "Turn on" a friend (or unsuspecting stranger)! lily: nc to ny not a problem texas ugh EWeston: Mobility is freedom audrey farber: mmm now i want miso soup and camarolls Cat: that's why i love radio. anything on the radio was better than listening to my parents endless babbling nancy: i want cinnamon rolls audrey farber: i been coast to coast a couple three times and always fun lily: the tv is calling me Deputy Dang: /nancy we all want to roll the cinnamons EWeston: What is it calling you? Rufus_T_Firetween: ** New Firesign book “MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH” now available at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/firesale/firesale.php?books Deputy Dang: What about the elevator boy? Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Peter Bergman’s “TRUE CONFESSIONS OF THE REAL WORLD” Here >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=tcotrw-rv shoes for the dead: they are always loaded Deputy Dang: Is he in your family? audrey farber: it's tuned to Fox and calling her a comsymp shoes for the dead: no, here Zooky Fogg: What's it calling you, Lil? Deputy Dang: Bear Whiz Beer! My favorite! Cat: is it calling you for dinner? EWeston: A three time loser. That elevator boy was never meant to be sailor Cat: the tv has been eating, not me. Zooky Fogg: Mine is calling me home. Deputy Dang: Rebus Kneebus! EWeston: Xome calling ||||||||| 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: W should get coal for Christmas nancy: this has been fun. I'm a Waiting Room virgin....but I'll be back for more abuse....I mean amusement LOL Zooky Fogg: But it's the end of an echo. Deputy Dang: Catherwood, bring me a Cialis. ||||||||| Catherwood gives Deputy Dang a cialis. Nabby: I want a TV dinner now EWeston: See yah nancy ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - RADIO FREE OZ “BEST OF: FIRESIGN THEATRE 11/28/2011 PTS 2-3”- 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 DOWNLOAD PODCASTS AT >> FIRESIGN THEATRE and OZ PODCASTS are available for the price of your firstborn chinchilla from the iTunes Store, and online: FST podcasts at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/podcasting/indexx.html - and RADIO FREE OZ podcasts at >> http://www.radiofreeoz.com/ **' Deputy Dang: I'm not down and out nancy: TTFN audrey farber: mmmm TV dinner with the brownie that is molten-lava hot on one side and still frozen on the other side Zooky Fogg: I celebrate free thought year round. Is that okay? Cat: did you eat them as a kid, nab? lily: rubber biscuts audrey farber: ttfn nanc shoes for the dead: you eat the Holy Trinitron, Nabby? Nabby: Take care nancy ||||||||| 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!" Cat: i loved eating them on tv trays as we'd gather around the tube to watch the news and eat out of aluminum trays lily: bye nancy EWeston: Gotta be keerful Zooky Cat: by nancy Nabby: Absolutely Cat, when they were in foil nancy: right Cat~ shoes for the dead: by Nancy audrey farber: they should replace TV dinners with Watching Illegally Downloaded Movie On My Laptop Dinners Zooky Fogg: Yes, Sir. Cat: my mother didnt like cooking and my dad and i didnt like eating what she cooked so, restaurants, canned and frzoen food made up my childnhood Mudhead: The FBI disclaimer is on every menu Deputy Dang: Which disclaimer is that? Cat: idid get a great chicken recipe from her i still make often. audrey farber: lol Mudhead and waiting for it to disappear Mudhead: The dont watch this stolen movie disclaimer lily: audrey farber Cat Deputy Dang EWeston Nabby nancy pinholeF200 shoes for the dead Zooky Fogg I depart with a smile on my lips have a lovely holidaze all and DJTeen thanks again for all you do audrey farber: DVD Dinners with Chef Commentary Zooky Fogg: Free thoughts are all I have. Deputy Dang: +1 lily EWeston: Peace Lily audrey farber: bye lil shoes for the dead: by lily Cat: happiest of holidays to you, lily Mudhead: gnight lily Zooky Fogg: DMV would be a good reality shoe. Nabby: lily stay groovy! pinholeF200: Happy hollydaze lily Zooky Fogg: Take care, Lil. EWeston: Metaphysiclly absurd Zooky considerring the metabolic load a human brain is Zooky Fogg: 10 books one title. Ten titles one book. ||||||||| Mark Time invites you to watch and listen to Firesign’s XM Radio Performances Watch The Firesign Theatre In Action! Deputy Dang: yes, we are aliend Deputy Dang: Avoid ALL EYE CONTACT!!! EWeston: Something with frills this time I hope Nabby: there's an alien inside each one of us! audrey farber: i believe that is the basis of Scientology Mudhead: I want to go to Mars ||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!" Zooky Fogg: Gray matter issue. shoes for the dead: let's all get head!
Nabby can show you how to reveal your alien brain! Cat: mud, only if you're young now EWeston: You get the bald paint and we'll all meet on the other side Mudhead: I want to go now, while Im old Mudhead: cuz theres a million questions I have audrey farber: Mars ain't no kind of place to raise a kid Nabby: First shave your head and apply this iridium cranial wax liberally. Mudhead: and I wouldnt mind dying there Nabby: It feels funny. Nabby: Haha. pinholeF200: sounds like The Man Who Sold the Moon Zooky Fogg: Why Mud. Elaborate. Cat: i dont expect to see people on mars in my lifetime, aud Cat: i read hg wells when i was in 6th grade and nasa was just aking off so i was certainly optimistic then Nabby: taking off, you made a funny Zooky Fogg: We exist to the dark side of the moon. Mudhead: Im stuck inna wheelchair, Im dying slowly, Im for lettin me go to space, land on Mars, and try to set it up for the next travelers pinholeF200: Catherwood, pour me a Tequila Mockingbird ||||||||| Catherwood brings pinholeF200 a tequila mockingbird. audrey farber: we were all optimistic before Biff Tannen went back in time and put us in the Alternate 1985 Deputy Dang: I like this album Zooky Fogg: Seriously. Good luck, Mud. Deputy Dang: I listen to it, and then later I watch The Fifth Element, and I picture these dudes as the ones at the fast food stop. EWeston: Its a good dream Mudhead Nabby: Cat: http://vimeo.com/108650530 Nabby: (and all) Nabby: Multipass. Cat: what is it, nab? ||||||||| It's 10:40 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 ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
audrey farber holds up her Multipass ||||||||| 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!" Zooky Fogg: I want to jump at night with a glow chute. shoes for the dead: Phil.s dog? Nabby: It's called Wanderers, a rather brilliant short film, computer generated but wow...a quick journey to some real places realised Nabby: real space places I meant Cat: ok,will watch later Nabby: groovy
Nabby trades multipasses with audrey Zooky Fogg: Look like a giant space jelly fish from Frank Herbert likes. EWeston: Get my trust fund manager! Cat: i hope to both dfrink and think. Cat: one out of 2 aint bad Zooky Fogg: I'd be the poet dude. Deputy Dang: This is the album I thought I asked for, a month or so, ago. I really like it. pinholeF200: To do is to be: Descartes To be is to do: Sartre Do Be Do Be Do: Sinatra ||||||||| Chick Lambert fades in and says: "I have no idea who this Friedstein Theatre is, but they 're honing in on my territory over at Duke of Madness Motors. Give 'em the what for, Storm!" "RUFF! RUFF!" Nabby: it's the 50% rule Cat: is this an album? Nabby: whatever that is Zooky Fogg: Let's fold some space. shoes for the dead: onlt 6 inches Zooky Fogg: Space origami. Nabby: the spice must flow Cat: space orgasm: new universe audrey farber: unless space is like a fitted sheet in which case good luck ||||||||| 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' Nabby: lol Cat Deputy Dang: Again, referring to The Fifth Element, I kind of think of the Corbon Dallas character as the guy talking in the cop car. Zooky Fogg: I see iut as an Indian blanket. Nabby: upon a fitted sheet space sits EWeston: A giant green cat named FRed pinholeF200: what if you don't give a sheet? Zooky Fogg: Now the mind opens. audrey farber: according to String Theory, space has a really really really high thread count Nabby: good point pin shoes for the dead: and FRed claws the waterbed Cat: we still have some diseased blankets, pin Cat: pete loved to say fuck Nabby: it's a matter of weave and...woof? ||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..." pinholeF200: do I get a chance to guess the disease? audrey farber: weave and space warp shoes for the dead: there's some warp in there too Nabby: that's it audrey thank you Zooky Fogg: Stickanosis. EWeston: And a warf audrey farber: lol Deputy Dang: I keep thinking of taking up crochet, and reeling in strings of the the cosmos. Cat: talking over each other, yes i know this Zooky Fogg: Thanks guys. Ad Astra. Enjoy what you do. Cat: one of the last things they did together EWeston: I've been doing scupture out of strands of rattan audrey farber: there are too many sticky wickets in crochet Nabby: It rolls so well Deputy Dang: brb Nabby: nothing worse than a wick and a sticky crotch audrey farber: lol shoes for the dead: Thanks Tween!!!! EWeston: Torutr underwear? Nabby: new year's show yes! Nabby: thank you Tweeny pinholeF200: Thanks for the laffs and have a great Christmas Tween/Kurt late: thanks man Cat: ok, tween, i'll send you firesingn christmas stuff you can play on new years. there's very little new year's eve stuff i know of. a bit of tireibter shoes for the dead: Park it and Lock it! Nabby: RFR smokes EWeston: Been good fun all hadious Mudhead: Happy Trails All DJTweeny: OK Cat Cat: best of seasons to you all ||||||||| Mudhead rushes off, saying "10:51 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?" Lil: Happy Everything to Everybody ||||||||| 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: Happy trails--no tears! DJTweeny: I might play Immortality on NYE Nabby: Merry happy krimble! Cat: yes that would be perfect tween. Nabby: To you & you & you & you & you & you! DJTweeny: Thanks for listening everybody, and have a great week. See you next time, same FireTime, same FireStation... Lil: Yup I think so too Nabby: Oh and to you too! Cat: you too nab Deputy Dang: WTF is this??? Where can I get it??? Please help me! Lil: Nitoll Nabby: Later and such!
audrey farber waves to people leaving Lil: Another great job Tweeny DJTweeny: merci all :) Deputy Dang: /me peoples to leaves waving DJTweeny: : = /me here Cat: you do a great continuation of the work jimmy lee started, tween
audrey farber types a colon and then some text DJTweeny: Thanks Cat :-) ||||||||| It's 10:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| lily - dead from the common cold ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Cat: off we fly, like santa in the sky ||||||||| Cat leaves to catch the 10:55 PM train to Hellmouth. ||||||||| Merlyn departs at 10:55 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?" ||||||||| Around 10:55 PM, pinholeF200 walks off into the sunset... Deputy Dang: Thanksa all, even if I don't know how to talk while taking a /. COtech: Goodbye, and thanks for all the fish. Deputy Dang: +! COTech Deputy Dang: 1
audrey farber notices her coach has turned back into a pumpkin DJTweeny: Until last time, again... ||||||||| At 10:57 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Rufus_T_Firetween!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
audrey farber notices her pumpkin has turned into a brown paper bag ||||||||| 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: ||||||||| audrey farber - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| Zooky Fogg - dead from jaundice ||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from The Plague ||||||||| DJTweeny - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| COtech - dead from measles ||||||||| late - dead from the common cold ||||||||| EWeston - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Deputy Dang - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Nabby - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Lil - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and announces "Announcing 'Deputy Dang', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 11:22 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom... ||||||||| It's 11:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Deputy Dang - dead from the yaws ||||||||| dude - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 11:43 PM and Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Oh, Hi. ||||||||| It's 11:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) - dead from the common cold ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Catherwood walks in wearing his pyjamas, yawns, and mumbles "It's midnight here in New York city"...then he falls over and starts snoring loudly.. ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 1 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 2 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| 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:
Alto606
audrey farber
Bunnyboy
Cat
COtech
Deputy Dang
DJTweeny
Doctor Dog
dude
Elayne
EWeston
Governmentality
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!)
late
Lil
lily
llanwydd
Merlyn
Mudhead
Nabby
nancy
pinholeF200
Rod Flash
Rufus_T_Firetween
shoes for the dead
tildatoo
timpre
Zooky Fogg
