Weekly Firesign Chat Cheese Log

A Firesign Chat
12/03/2015

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||||||||| 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 03, 2015 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| 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 Rufus_T_Firetween falls out at 6:58 PM.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| Catherwood escorts DJTweeny into the room, accepts a wooden nickel as a gratuity, mutters something about 7:43 PM, then departs.
||||||||| 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'
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| New notice: '** There will be a Firesign Theatre/US Plus Stimulcast starting at 9pmET this evening. Warm-up music begins around 8:40pmET **
You can join the streams now (NO AUDIO YET - just a chance for everybody to get connected)
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)'
||||||||| New notice: '** WE'RE GLAD YOU MADE IT! **
Currently playing: warm up music (B.B. King & Eric Clapton)
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)'
||||||||| Catherwood leads prowler in through the front door at 8:39 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
DJTweeny: Hi prowler
DJTweeny: Don't think I've seen you here before
||||||||| Outside, the 8:44 PM bus from Hellmouth pulls away, leaving Cat coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
DJTweeny: Hey Cat
Cat: Hell mouth. One of my favourite mouths.
DJTweeny: Got your email, thanks
Cat: sounds like almond brothers
DJTweeny: (see the topic ;)
DJTweeny: the album Riding With The King
Cat: ah, bb
Cat: i had a radio show in ottawa in 69. after my show, the next dj used to play a lot of bb king
||||||||| Catherwood escorts EWeston in through the front door at 8:48 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
DJTweeny: Hi 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!"
Cat: hi ew
EWeston: Hi Tweeny Cat and prowler. Surprised to be here
Cat: why?
Cat: sonnie and browny?
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:49 PM and Captain Equinox sashays out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Captain Equinox: Hiya, Kiddos!
EWeston: Expecting the wing to nock out the power for the third week in a row. But the wind wimped out.
Cat: you can hear my latest collage, ew. that;s a good reason for shownig up
DJTweeny: You set the transporter for different coordinates, EW?
Cat: hy cap
Captain Equinox: Look at this grape!
||||||||| 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 Captain
Cat: it's greek. that means something
Captain Equinox: Hi Cat and Deej!
DJTweeny: never seen a paisley grape before
EWeston: The coordinates are set at taupe, and I look foward to Cat's latest
Cat: you didnt do strong enough drugs, tween
DJTweeny: haha
EWeston: Hiya Cap
||||||||| rebozoette enters at 8:52 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Chapeau Manger.
Captain Equinox: Hey EW
Cat: not necessarily a joke, tween. i certainly suffered from not sufficient pain killer effect on my recent trip.
Cat: hi reg
Cat: reb
Cat: suzie?
rebozoette: Captain Equinox Cat DJTweeny EWeston prowler hi all and thanks for the laugh tween ya know
EWeston: rebz?
Captain Equinox: Hiya!
rebozoette: ya Cat
rebozoette: formerly known as lily had to be schooled
rebozoette: new nose
Cat: i'm sure it smells fine
EWeston: Knose school? I can dig it.
rebozoette: when ya get to the bridge
DJTweeny: Hi rebozoette
EWeston: Get ready throw the body over the edge
rebozoette: hey tween
Cat: that's not the Edge, that's Sting.
rebozoette: sploosh
EWeston: impersonating Eric Clapton>
||||||||| Catherwood walks up and announces "Presenting 'pinholeF200', just granted probation at 8:58 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Cat: pin
DJTweeny: Hi pinhole
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Nabby close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 8:58 PM tree-stunting plans, and scurries off to the sitting room.
EWeston: Kamera ready?
DJTweeny: Hi Nabby
EWeston: Nabbster
Nabby: Watch then laugh as they come out
Cat: Hey nabby
Nabby: Hey!
pinholeF200: Howdy Tween, Cat, Nabby and all fireheads
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "8:59 PM and late as usual, it's llanwydd, just back from Hellmouth."
rebozoette: HIgH Nabby
llanwydd: evening folks
DJTweeny: Hi Llan
rebozoette: hi pin
pinholeF200: hey llan
Captain Equinox: Ahhhh - my head's afire.
rebozoette: hi llan
Nabby: greets rebo hey llan
pinholeF200: and hi to you too rebozoette
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Captain Equinox: And I just lost some of my stash in a small controlled fire!
Captain Equinox: *honk honk*
Nabby: mutt & smutt
EWeston: Me next Cap
Cat: mutty, but not smutty
Captain Equinox: !!!
Nabby: don't bogart cappy
rebozoette: breathe deep
Captain Equinox: Passing 'er around.
Nabby: catherwood do your best bogie
||||||||| Catherwood ignores Nabby
rebozoette: heeeeeeeeeeeelllllloooooooo
||||||||| "9:02 PM? 9:02 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Johan Amadeus Myjetski should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Johan Amadeus Myjetski enters and sits at the bar.
||||||||| Catherwood walks up and snorts derisively "Presenting ' shoes for the dead', just granted probation at 9:02 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
EWeston: Just in case of snake bite. I let the snake have a hit too.
||||||||| 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: Tanx Tween
Cat: dont let those thc molecules escape
shoes for the dead: Howdy
rebozoette: yeah
EWeston: High shoes
Nabby: Cat audio collage coolness
Cat: hi jam, shoes
DJTweeny: Could you all hear me OK?
Nabby: yepsk!
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: If I lived here, I'd be home by now
EWeston: Fine gere Tweeny
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Beet in through the front door at 9:04 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Beet: Howdy all!
Nabby: hey Beet
Captain Equinox: level was high and a bit of squelch
pinholeF200: how would I know what I hear?
DJTweeny: Hi Beet
Cat: beet
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: Greetings, everyone!
EWeston: Beet sans underpants
Beet: Yo Cat
EWeston: Jam on
pinholeF200: yo Beet
||||||||| New notice: ' ** WE'RE GLAD YOU MADE IT! Currently playing: Cat Simril Ishikawa’s - “3 BEAT FIRESIGN STOOGES” **
128k stream at: http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k: http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u
CHECK OUT CAT’S PLAYS AT >> http://seemreal.com/'
Beet: Hi Tween
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: Oh my duck his pants have disappeared!
shoes for the dead: hey beet
Beet: Hi Pin
Cat: information we didnt need, ew
Beet: Evenin' shoes
Cat: yeah, i really have to get these collage posted somewhere.
EWeston: A man has to do what a man has to do. And I did it over there.
Cat: my plays are from 15-20 years ago
shoes for the dead: where?
rebozoette: when we were all twinkles
Nabby: Catherwood give everyone a magic prawn
||||||||| Catherwood hands everyone a magic prawn.
EWeston: Over near the biohazmat sign
Beet: Can you do spells with a magic prawn?
Cat: the origin of this, i really should ask harry shearer, is i was taping firesign, i think dear firends episode in mayb de 1970 and this came on
DJTweeny: Hi shoes, Johan
rebozoette: I want more I am shellfish
Cat: when i was recording my first long play Neal Amid, i met Harry Shearer.
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: Hiya, djt!
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: Shoes!
shoes for the dead: JAM!
EWeston: With Holester Crowly Prawns...yes
pinholeF200: hey, JAM
Cat: I told him Proc was going to play Jack Benny and Shearer said he could do a much beter benny than proctoir. so i told harry i couldnt afford him. he smiled.
rebozoette: as big as a babies arm
Beet: Howdy Johan
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: Evening, pin! everything ok w/ you?
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: alreet, Beet!
EWeston: Harry smiling sounds dangerous
shoes for the dead: arming baby prawns?
EWeston: They can never pull the triggers I've found
rebozoette: whose got the cocktail sauce
Beet: That's a pretty respectable Curly.
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: Firesign AND Stooges - a show after my own heart!
Cat: firsign always appeared in my plays, and added writing, for free. no way harrry would have done that.
EWeston: A rooster run off with it.
Nabby: i'm dressed like a turnip
Nabby: what?
EWeston: Suits you
Nabby: um...well yes
EWeston: There is a diposit
Cat: can i hide uhder your dress? sit on my face and tell me that you loved me
Cat: monty firesign
Nabby loves boing sound fx.
Cat: flyhihng theatrte'
Cat: i'm jsut getting accustomed to her face
llanwydd: lol
Cat: if your son or daughter was born when my plays were written, they would now be able to drive, dirnk, and probably vote
Cat: hi llan
shoes for the dead: mine do all three, Cat
llanwydd: hey cat
Cat: and listen to my plays?
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: any have a drinking problem?
pinholeF200: we're in Illinois, home of vote early and vote often
shoes for the dead: you betcha
llanwydd: I've only heard Neal Amid but I think that one is great
Cat: this is one of few interviews with neal casady
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: dirmking
Beet: No, it's actually fairly easy
Nabby is fairly easy
Cat: if i die right now, i will die happy cuz i created Neal Amid
rebozoette: I was goona ask who
Cat: thats what i want on my tombstone. born, died, wrote neal amid
Nabby: Cool Cat cool
Nabby: lol Cat
Cat: neal amid was inspired by this
llanwydd: catherwood get me a vodka tonic with orange
||||||||| Catherwood gets llanwydd a vodka tonic with orange.
llanwydd: thanks cathy
Nabby: great bit
Cat: i heard this in the UBC record library, maybe 72-73. i thought this was the best thing i'd ever heard
Cat: and i had a radio show at the time
shoes for the dead: is this from Codr Pomeroy, Cat?
Captain Equinox: the Moon is a harsh mistress
shoes for the dead: Cady
Nabby moons the NSA digitally
shoes for the dead: Cody
Cat: Visions of Neal and the 3 Stooges
||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!"
EWeston: The moon flips off Nabby geologicly
llanwydd: lol
Cat: i think originaly from the cody book, yeah
pinholeF200: I didn't know digits were involved in mooning
Cat: i heard this and said,i have to do something with this.
Cat: it's taken me 42 years or so, but here it is, eh?
shoes for the dead: digital moonbounce
Nabby is taken aback by the moon
Cat: in those days, a lot of djs were cutting up stuff and doing collages
EWeston: Analog moonpole dance
Cat: the sounds of this
Cat: amazing
rebozoette: new moon beams
Nabby: https://youtu.be/GEz66nyfPJk
EWeston: A happy moon is a...
shoes for the dead: Moon Unit
EWeston: I just get the scales out then
rebozoette: the crack is on the dark side
Nabby would like to meet the moon people
Cat: Maron's old girl friend
DJTweeny is not eager to meet Moonies
EWeston: I can connect you to a physist with strange desires
llanwydd: the moonies are still out there
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: Catherwood, throw the Moonies out
||||||||| Catherwood pretends not to hear Johan Amadeus Myjetski
llanwydd: lol
||||||||| Cat, spotting Bradshaw, runs into The Portrait Gallery.
rebozoette: moon trecal
EWeston: Still own and operate a propaganda rag in Washinfton DC
llanwydd: the moonie blues
||||||||| 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!"
||||||||| Catherwood ushers C. Simril in through the front door at 9:27 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Nabby orders a steaming plate of Sun Myung poon
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: One of my favorite bans, plan!
rebozoette: just toss it in the crater
EWeston: You moon a treecat at your own risk, and insurance
llanwydd: shine on harvest moonies
C. Simril: Poon' farm, apple puke
rebozoette: moon ribber
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: LOL, rebozoette!
Nabby: ribbah
shoes for the dead: Ribbah!
EWeston: Wider than a smile
Beet: Some Young Poon
Captain Equinox: Moons over my Hammy at Denny's - LET'S EAT!!!
C. Simril: i took my daughter to la train station to take pix
Nabby five highs shoes
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: LOL!
||||||||| 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."
C. Simril: should post them somewthere
Captain Equinox: good one, Beet
C. Simril: inspired by this
C. Simril: and the stories they inspired.
pinholeF200: moon June poon rune
||||||||| "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: can't beat the beats
llanwydd: I live within a two minute walk of denny's but I never go in there
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: The tang of poon...
shoes for the dead: spoon
llanwydd: I used to like the grand slam but everything has gotten more expensive
Captain Equinox: I go for the Senior Specials.
rebozoette: carey that tune on yer moon
C. Simril: nabby, no you cant
EWeston: Give that rune to June
shoes for the dead: soon
C. Simril: i had great chicken crepes in an ihop north of la.
Captain Equinox: let's spoon
C. Simril: the last time i ate at an ihop, it had a different name
Captain Equinox: I've eaten crap at ihop, too.
C. Simril: are you a senior, cap?
llanwydd: I remember that cat. It was a much longer name
shoes for the dead: moon bone
C. Simril: i look so old most people just assume i am.
EWeston: Sounds potentialy tasty Cat. I was into crepes in the seventies
Captain Equinox: International House of Pancakes?
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "9:32 PM and late as usual, it's Elayne, just back from Elmertown."
Elayne: Evenin' all!
llanwydd: yeah. we always called it the pancake house
DJTweeny: Hi Elayne
Captain Equinox: Hey, Birthday week girl!
shoes for the dead: hey Elayne
Beet: Hi E
C. Simril: yes, the International House of Pancakes. Was accorss the street from USC when I went there in 68
C. Simril: Hi El
EWeston: Happy seasons seasoning Elayne
Elayne: Thanks Cap'n!
Nabby: you're not old you're well-seasoned
Nabby: Hi Elayne
Elayne: Tomorrow's our anniversary, then Sunday is Robin's birthday.
pinholeF200: greetin's Elayne
Captain Equinox: <3
DJTweeny: Elayne's birthday was yeserday :-)
C. Simril: We are filled with happiness by your joining us
rebozoette: Happy Birthday E
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: A nice way of saying you're salty, Nabby?
Nabby brings Elayne some celebratory pancakes
Elayne: Just so, Tween
EWeston: Another Sagitarian
Beet: Happy birthday!
rebozoette: salty nabbies
Elayne: Rob's birthday is the same as David's. Different years. :)
rebozoette: more sugar
llanwydd: baroque! LOL
shoes for the dead: have a fun new orbit!
Nabby: salt pork?
C. Simril: I talled to Dave on the phone after we returned from yhour country
C. Simril: He sounded healthy
Nabby: round n round we go
Elayne: How are he and Judith doing, Cat?
EWeston: Goodt!!
Elayne: Good to hear. I'm glad he's started posting more on Facebook.
||||||||| 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!"
rebozoette: glad to hear that cat
rebozoette: in a spin
EWeston: Use your reverse drag chute
Nabby: Cool Cat!
EWeston: Smokies a commie!!
C. Simril: Sounded like he'd recovered well from the recent near death experience.
Beet: Good news
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: Always love creation myths
C. Simril: You read my blog so you know that 75 year old proc looks 55.
Nabby is having a near life experience
DJTweeny: lol Nabby
EWeston: Watch out for the cookies Nabby
C. Simril: 79 year old ossman looks 99
Nabby: too late I fear
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C. Simril: i have always looked old.
C. Simril: so no one is surprised when i actually am
EWeston: No! They were so young!
rebozoette: touch it if it wriggle
llanwydd: I met proctor when he was about 40
llanwydd: or so
DJTweeny: It's all that wisdom you've accumalted, Cat
EWeston: I waited to reach 60 to look old
C. Simril: lol
Elayne: I'm not sure how old I look now, but I feel every year of my now-58.
DJTweeny: *accumulated
Nabby: I can diggit E - but I look nermal 2 me
shoes for the dead: accumalted milk
EWeston: Malt milk not People!
Nabby: accumulated silt
pinholeF200: and giving away free high schools
C. Simril: I gave this collage to Proctor when I met him in Van Nuys a few weeks ago
rebozoette: so far 61 reaally does not like weather fronts
C. Simril: Hope he enjoyed it.
Nabby: accumulated pork?
Nabby: this is great Cat ty
DJTweeny: his accent reminds me of Krassner, NY via Cal
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: did he say 'manured in their should.?
EWeston: Aglutenated beings
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: souls
EWeston: No they give me gas
rebozoette: rock on rock man
Nabby loves boing.
EWeston: Page 57 in the Lithosutra
Nabby: 57 Lithuanians
EWeston: 99 Dead Baboons
||||||||| 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: Batteries not included
Nabby: on the wall EWW
Nabby: ewwww
Beet: Is that Steve Allen?
shoes for the dead: sounded like him
rebozoette: ty
||||||||| New notice: ' ** WE'RE GLAD YOU MADE IT! Currently playing: Cat Simril Ishikawa’s - “GRATEFUL FIRESIGN” **
128k stream at: http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k: http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u
CHECK OUT CAT’S PLAYS AT >> http://seemreal.com/'
EWeston: Its a purverse liluminated sign in the heavens
||||||||| Mayor P'nisnose strides up to the podium and speaks: "My fellow Armenians, if you have questions about exorcism, buy the new book "EXORCISM IN YOUR DAILY LIFE", now on sale. Incidentally, so is my vote."
Beet: Amazung piece, Cat. Thanks
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: Thanks loads, Cat! Great nyuks!
Nabby: thumbs up Cat
C. Simril: beet, i have used some of the steve allen interviews with firesing
EWeston: Wuwuwuwu...Hey Moe!
||||||||| Catherwood escorts ''Bob'' inside, makes a note of the time (9:47 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
C. Simril: i ave used many many many firesign interviews and stuff, eh?
||||||||| Catherwood says "9:48 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Nabby by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
||||||||| Catherwood leads Nabby in through the front door at 9:48 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
EWeston: Hi Bob
Nabby: Zoop
Nabby: Firefolks I must dash
shoes for the dead: hey Bob
EWeston: The drugs finaly kicked in?
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
Nabby: Very grand to see you all
''Bob'': Hi, folks. Too busy in another window to chat much tonight. But wanted to pop in and say hi. :) Been listening to Cat's fun mixes and stuff.
pinholeF200: Hi Bob, bye Nab
shoes for the dead: see ya Nab
EWeston: By Nabby
Nabby: Thanks Cat & Tween
||||||||| 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!"
Beet: Night, Nab.
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: Nite, Nabs!
rebozoette: Nabby knows where he is goin
DJTweeny: Be well, Nabby
Nabby: night night
rebozoette: green crackers tween
C. Simril: by nab. i couldnt finish soon enough for you
Captain Equinox: tta
''Bob'': Loving the idea that there's an alternative universe where Harry Shearer has been in Firesign all these years...
DJTweeny: lol rebo
Captain Equinox: tata
DJTweeny: Hi Bob
C. Simril: interesting philip k dick kinda thing, bob
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: solvent green crackers
C. Simril: vulnerable mexicans
EWeston: Very old cheese crackers
DJTweeny: perhaps I should change my nick to Soylent Tween
C. Simril: too much pain
rebozoette: right whats in yours Johnan
Beet: Howdy Bob
EWeston: Joan Collins?
rebozoette: lol tween
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: I stay with soylent yellow, made from real soybeans
''Bob'': Maybe in that universe The Simpsons was a flop, though. Not sure I'd want to live there.
C. Simril: i agree, bob
C. Simril: this is a good point
C. Simril: about austin
EWeston: Yep
C. Simril: how musical he was
pinholeF200: are Girl Scout cookies made from real Girl Scouts?
EWeston: No Their Molemen in drag
Captain Equinox: gotta go.
Captain Equinox: eep 'em flying!
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: Of course, pin, that's why they're crunchy
shoes for the dead: see ys Eq
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: Nite, Capt!
C. Simril: off you go
EWeston: Next Bat coordinate space and time Cap
Beet: Night, Cap'm.
llanwydd: this makes me wonder why I've never heard any grateful dead references in FST
DJTweeny: Have a great week, Captain
Captain Equinox: see ya on the Funway (facebook)!
llanwydd: nite CE
C. Simril: so wuddya think, folks? shall i do more of these?
pinholeF200: nite Cap
rebozoette: nite cap
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
rebozoette: oh yes please cat
EWeston: Shure
shoes for the dead: yuppers, Cat!
DJTweeny: You bet, Cat :-) Love 'em
Beet: Absotively.
C. Simril: ok, i had a sgt pep pills things almost half done when phil austin died.
EWeston: Lesh helped create the modern bass guitar
llanwydd: I've heard this song is about the rolling stones altamont concert but I can't make any connection
||||||||| Babe Boomer says “We’re Live On PBS!” in the video WEIRDLY COOL Catch Firesign’s Live TV Studio Performance On DVD!
C. Simril: i wanted to "cheer up" oona, so i did the phil austin piece
C. Simril: she was cheered up
DJTweeny: very cool :-)
llanwydd: sgt pep pills. that's hilarious
EWeston: Good hope she's with good friends
C. Simril: then worked on the halloween piece
DJTweeny: I could see Austin playing with the GD
C. Simril: i sen this to oona. i think she liked it, not sure
||||||||| 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: Maybe he's jamming wih Garcia right now, you never know ;)
C. Simril: ok, this led to the kerouc thing. ok, that's like monthes ansd monthes of work on my part
C. Simril: good poinet, tween
EWeston: With God's own 12 string
DJTweeny: it really does make sense to play these two together - the Beat era into the Psychedlic era
rebozoette: I think this makes you happy cat
rebozoette: the best
''Bob'': /me cues trumpets
C. Simril: yes tween. this is an evolution of what bergman wanted us to know, eh?
shoes for the dead: cept God's wife always wants to sing along...
Beet: Miss Pete
EWeston: Great words
rebozoette: ty yeah
llanwydd: no, tween but don't feel bad. I can't pronounce it either
C. Simril: i was in the hall with pa and do when they were creatring ths
''Bob'': I think this is where I toddle off to bed... Thanks, Tweeny. And thanks, C. Simril. See ya round the funway!
rebozoette: by bobo
||||||||| 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!"
EWeston: Bob.gone Take care
C. Simril: y'all liked that collave? i hope to have a new one by feb
shoes for the dead: bye Bob
pinholeF200: nite bob
||||||||| New notice: '** WE'RE GLAD YOU MADE IT! Now playing: Firesign's “BOOM DOT BUST” **
128k stream at: http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or 16k at: http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u
BOOM DOT BUST >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=bdb'
rebozoette: thanks cat
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: bye bob!
llanwydd: a bump with a name
C. Simril: proc back to his indiana roots
DJTweeny: Yeah, I noticed the references
DJTweeny: See ya Bob
||||||||| It's :10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
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||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
: gallows
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "10:10 PM and late as usual, it's llanwydd, just back from Florida."
: Ware the Skinks!
: Sorry about garbling your name, Llan
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 10:11 PM, dragging DJTweeny by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yo-yo?"
llanwydd: what happened?
||||||||| DJTweeny is kicked out just as the clock strikes 10:11 PM.
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'EWeston', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 10:11 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
||||||||| DJTweeny enters at 10:11 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Hat Pack Annex.
: what happened
||||||||| Mark Time invites you to watch and listen to Firesign’s XM Radio Performances Watch The Firesign Theatre In Action!
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "10:11 PM and late as usual, it's rebozoette, just back from Durham."
llanwydd: where did everybody go?
DJTweeny: The Good Ship Chat done got turned over
EWeston: The software fights back
||||||||| C. Simril steals in around 10:11 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last month's "unpleasant incident."
rebozoette: what the
: Catherwood & DJT seem to be dancing
||||||||| Catherwood steps over to and yells "My ears are burning..."
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Johan Amadeus Myjetski into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, mumbles something about 10:11 PM, then departs.
llanwydd: everybody's coming back
EWeston: A Tango?
C. Simril: "fuck" is the word you're looking for, reb
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: Now I'm cutting in, it seems
DJTweeny: The people who provide Firesign's server have monkied with Merlyn's code
llanwydd: it looks like catherwood joined Anonymous
||||||||| Catherwood pretends not to hear llanwydd
: What?
C. Simril: no audio cesation, though
||||||||| "10:12 PM? 10:12 PM!!" says Catherwood, " shoes for the dead should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as shoes for the dead enters and sits in front of the fireplace.
C. Simril: hi old llan
llanwydd: no the audio never went out
EWeston: Check the code monkeys feed
rebozoette: oh I know that word cat its bronx for how are you
DJTweeny: yeah, the audio is from the Dishnuts server
llanwydd: Typhoid Mary's!!! I love that
DJTweeny: It's a very clever album
shoes for the dead: fine mouthwash
rebozoette: electrical burps
rebozoette: ramp the amps
||||||||| "10:14 PM? 10:14 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Rufus_T_Firetween should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Rufus_T_Firetween enters and sits on the divan.
EWeston: Is the NSA guy still with us?
rebozoette: fried wire
C. Simril: rebo, the firesigns all liked to say fuck all he fucking time. it changed radio possibilites.
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: flagpole in the answer!
DJTweeny: probably the ones messing with the chat code ;)
||||||||| "10:15 PM? 10:15 PM!!" says Catherwood, "pinholeF200 should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as pinholeF200 enters and sits on the couch.
EWeston: Coinkeydink, you decide
C. Simril: if they werent' fired, the station was opening up something
pinholeF200: back from the shadows again
rebozoette: right cat
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: there are no co-inky-dinks
C. Simril: this is only a few years after lenny bruce, eh?
||||||||| 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!"
EWeston: Point, the bi-inky-dinks rule
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
rebozoette: accidental accident
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: there are no axe-i-gents
EWeston: And fair Happenstance? What of h...it?
shoes for the dead: purposeful purpuse
llanwydd: I thought I invented the word coinkeydink
rebozoette: rightful wrongs
EWeston: Off to the Sea Fund Manager
rebozoette: lol lan
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: Popeye the sailor coined it, actually
llanwydd: aha
llanwydd: I hope he doesn't sue us
C. Simril: i really wantd to go to the montery bay aqairue
EWeston: Seen some big edition Popeye reprints. He was fun and brutale
C. Simril: my spellng has drifted south
llanwydd: I've been to an aquarium in florida
llanwydd: not recently, when I was a kid
EWeston: With the Manatee Choir?
: He is what he is and that's all that he is.
rebozoette: it was not there when I was there
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: I think he'd be okay with it- arkarkarkark!
||||||||| Outside, the 10:20 PM bus from Moorefield pulls away, leaving Beet coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
C. Simril: as you yankees know, philip k dick novel The Man inthe High Castle has beenturtned into a tv series.
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: I heard that, C., but that's all. Is it any good?
rebozoette: add more otters
llanwydd: I've never read a full pdk novel. I tried to read Through a Scanner Darkly but it was repulsive
EWeston: Didn't know that Cat. Wonder what the author would think of it.
C. Simril: My fave books, Ubiq and Dop Androids Dream
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: What was PKD's last novel, about the messianic toddler?
llanwydd: lol
EWeston: Read a couple of his, and yes Scanner was pretty depressing
llanwydd: bless their strange names
EWeston: I referrenced the church online this week
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: I have a DVD - bio of PKD called the Gospel According to PKD
pinholeF200: thrice humiliated duck
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: It's pretty mind-blown, imo
||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!"
EWeston: Now he sails!
shoes for the dead: the 3 stigmata.. is good
C. Simril: Best 2 short stories, The Electfric Ant and anothewr one
llanwydd: I just got kicked out again
C. Simril: Faith of our Fathers
llanwydd: living still
rebozoette: the illustrated man
EWeston: I've been good since the thing flipped
C. Simril: this is odd
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: That's ray bradbury, reb
rebozoette: who forgot the tent poles
shoes for the dead: a living atill makes lively booze
rebozoette: yup
Beet: Think I amgoing to bail. Eyes getting heavy. Thanks everyone Tween and Cat especially. G'Nite.
EWeston: Later Beet
||||||||| Ralph Spoilsport drives in through the door and says "Buy a new or used T-shirt from the Firesign Theatre Cafepress store! Hurry before this sentence ends!"
llanwydd: nite beet
rebozoette: by beet
||||||||| "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: see ya Beet
C. Simril: by beet
DJTweeny: Rest well, Beet
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: good bless and god nite, beet!
rebozoette: no bramas
C. Simril: this is really reaaly good musoic
EWeston: Daddyettes
rebozoette: nacho
EWeston: Bet the dip has the tent poles
rebozoette: the powder got damp
rebozoette: ew lol
EWeston: We can try a tar infusion
||||||||| "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!"
llanwydd: shift yer organs
shoes for the dead: my spleen won't move
llanwydd: who composed the music on this album?
rebozoette: someone drove that bust
EWeston: The gall
llanwydd: deGaul?
C. Simril: llan, if you heard my last collage, phil austin did the music for most
llanwydd: I see
EWeston: As a spice, never a main course
llanwydd: I didn't know that. he could have been a jazz musician
pinholeF200: thirty-eighth of Cunegonde
C. Simril: jazz musicians? there;s Vince Guaraldi, and then there's, uh.'
EWeston: I think there's room in the GOP prez sweepstakes a the Kongeroo
C. Simril: did you read Candide, Pin?
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: Charles Mingus
shoes for the dead: Jack Teagarden
pinholeF200: both in French and in English, Cat
||||||||| Catherwood walks up and intones "Presenting 'RedPillTweeny', just granted probation at 10:36 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: Ha! Shoes! I met Jack Teagarden's widow once
EWeston: Dtsarmed I'm sure
shoes for the dead: Neato
llanwydd: my mobile home is just too mobile
EWeston: Their trying to avoid the falling trees
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: Duct tape would help 'em
shoes for the dead: hey Redp
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
DJTweeny: Hi RedPill
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “BOOM DOT BUST” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=bdb-ln
pinholeF200: love Candide's question--if this is the best of all possible worlds, what are the others like?
rebozoette: oozie
EWeston: Cleveland
DJTweeny: does make you wonder, pin
C. Simril: lol ew
shoes for the dead: or Baltimore, mebbe
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: this cannot be the bedt of ALL possible worlds
EWeston: Revisinist!
EWeston: Sorry I'm not going to try and go back in time and give my Grandfather a nuclear wedgie
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: and estimated prophets
rebozoette: mini sodas
EWeston: Only what traffic will bear
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: what will the bear whiz?
pinholeF200: in small unmarked bills
EWeston: Not a desert topping I'm guessing
rebozoette: cat thats la they will try to stop anyhting
shoes for the dead: do I not breed?
C. Simril: mark time pages?
EWeston: You can'i breath?
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: As Groucho Marx sang, whatever it is, I'm against it, eh, reno?
rebozoette: set yur phazers to stunner
EWeston: Not th!
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: Well, I'd had enough for one lifetime. I'm going fishing on the other side of the record...
||||||||| New notice: '** THANKS FOR LISTENING, ALL! **
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
Listen to my show archives and ARCHIVES FOR FIRESIGN CHAT SHOWS at: www.kurtericson.com/txroadkill/roadkillshow'
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: Nite all!
C. Simril: hey
llanwydd: nite JAM
EWeston: Don't forget the fish mask
pinholeF200: nite JAM
shoes for the dead: se ya JAM
DJTweeny: Would love to see you folks at the Sunday show. Have been playing Firesign regularly, and I always ake requests :)
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: trout mask replica, E
llanwydd: or the trout mask replica
DJTweeny: *take
EWeston: Hot Zits!
rebozoette: great shows on Sunday with roadkill
llanwydd: I didn't know about the sunday show tween. don't know how it got past me
DJTweeny: Go ahead and copy down the info so you can join us :)
llanwydd: I just read it at the top of the page. I swear I never noticed it before
DJTweeny: If you have any problems, just email me
DJTweeny: Shows all the time there, live every evening
llanwydd: thanks tween
shoes for the dead: thanks Tween and Cat!
||||||||| Babe Boomer says “We’re Live On PBS!” in the video WEIRDLY COOL Catch Firesign’s Live TV Studio Performance On DVD!
||||||||| It's :55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| - dead from
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
: Park it and Lock it!
: Thanks Tween and Cat for Laffnite Thursday
: Fine well aged evening. Happy nondenomiational of choice!
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and intones "Presenting 'pinholeF200', just granted probation at 10:55 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
||||||||| rebozoette enters at 10:55 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Chapeau Manger.
: cool. over and out
||||||||| At 10:55 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, pinholeF200!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
: allo
rebozoette: shoes for the dead C. Simril DJTweeny EWeston Johan Amadeus Myjetski llanwydd pinholeF200 cat tweeen grans stuff
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 10:55 PM, dragging Rufus_T_Firetween by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Yahoo ™?"
Rufus_T_Firetween: As Groucho would say, "Hello, I must be going..."
rebozoette: have a lovey what ya do best
rebozoette: type attcha latter
Rufus_T_Firetween: You too bozoette :)
Rufus_T_Firetween: Until last time, again...
||||||||| Rufus_T_Firetween leaves at 10:58 PM, singing "Oh, I'm just a little fishy, floating in the sea, and there ain't no hook that's smart enough to catch the likes of me..."
||||||||| C. Simril enters at 10:59 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and scurries off to the Haberdashery Barn.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 11:24 PM and Deputy Dang sashays out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Deputy Dang: Hey, wow man!
Deputy Dang: It's like I put the balls on the other side again!
Deputy Dang: Please tell DJTweeny I said hi, and I'll try to be on time next week!
||||||||| It's :40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| - dead from
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood enters, and announces to all and sundry "It's 4:32 AM, time to change the log file and clean out unused rooms; please exit the chat room for a minute or two. Thank you for your patience."

The Evening's Participants:
''Bob''

Beet
C. Simril
Captain Equinox
Cat
Deputy Dang
DJTweeny
Elayne
EWeston
Johan Amadeus Myjetski
llanwydd
Nabby
pinholeF200
rebozoette
Rufus_T_Firetween
shoes for the dead

URL References:
https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=bdb-ln
https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=bdb
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u
http://seemreal.com/
www.dishnuts.net
www.firesigntheatrelegacy.com
www.kurtericson.com/txroadkill/roadkillshow
https://youtu.be/GEz66nyfPJk