Weekly Firesign Chat Cheese Log

A Firesign Chat
08/14/2025

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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 4:32 AM - I now declare Thursday's chat log for August 14, 2025 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Catherwood leads Tweeny into the room, accepts an I.O.U. as a gratuity, grumbles something about 8:00 PM, then departs.
||||||||| New notice: '** WE'RE GLAD YOU MADE IT!! **
The Firesign Chat & Show starts at 7pm Eastern/6pm Central/5pm Mountain/4pm Pacific
Tonight: A replay of the show from October 6, 2022
Firesign Theatre’s NOT INSANE
plus part two of a Cat Collage “An Autobozographical Evening”
Listen to the 256k stream at: http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/rfd2 or the 16k stream at: http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/rfd1
This show is archived at www.kurtericson.net/firesign | Cat’s collage archive is at www.kurtericson.net/cat'
||||||||| Tweeny leaves at 8:00 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..."
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, August 14, 2025 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!" -- then he looks around at the empty room, looks at his watch, and mumbles "...am I early?"
||||||||| Catherwood walks up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'Deputy Dang', just granted probation at 8:00 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and intones "Presenting 'llanwydd', just granted probation at 8:00 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Deputy Dang: Howdy, llanwydd!
llanwydd: hey dang
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Cease close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 8:00 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the Aviary.
Deputy Dang: Howdy, Cease!
llanwydd: hey cease
Cease: hey. the benny ref in Neal Amid I referred to last week is from the chicact. when they're at the ball park, proc calls capone "don capone" in the way benny would call Don
Cease: what the fuck music is this?
Deputy Dang: Sounds like Saturday Night Live.
llanwydd: oh, don
Cease: it is a galxy away from Firesign
Cease: exactly, llan.
||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and intones "Announcing 'Tweeny', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:00 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
Deputy Dang: Howdy, Tweeny!
Tweeny: Evenin' dear friends
llanwydd: hey tweeny
Cease: i wrote the last words of the play recently, which you will deliever masturfully. I'l have them in you email box soon
Cease: it's the Boss!
llanwydd: sounds great, cat
Cease: i hope so, llan. it's a very hopefull play. i asked chat gpt how the world would be like if there would be no ww2. it said, the us would be a much diminaihed power. i can dig that
Cease: i've used this bit in Many collages
Tweeny: Did this show start too early?
Cease: motherfucking doc technical was supposed to have Smetana finished last nov, where you play Einstein. his partrner tells me it will bve done this month. we'll see.
Tweeny: Ah, I must have opened with Microorganism
Deputy Dang: I don't think it started early. There was a brief intermission of some jazz music.
llanwydd: cat, if there hadnt been hitler there still would have been trump
Cease: speaking of wine, i just had the best wine i've ever tasted, yeserday. an italian rose.
Tweeny: Yeah, this is back when we had warm-up music
Cease: perhaps, llan, but there has always been a fascistr substrata
Tweeny: I didn't mention this segment in the show title notes
llanwydd: the best wine I ever tasted was a 1948 yugoslavian. imagine drinking a wine that is older than you
Tweeny: Happy Birthday Steve Martin
Tweeny: (1945)
llanwydd: that makes him eighty
||||||||| Catherwood interjects: "You guys are nothing but a pack of cards."
Tweeny: It does
llanwydd: I remember him when he looked thirty
Cease: we;e not much younger, eh?
llanwydd: depite his prematurely grey hair which was very obviously premature
Tweeny: I remember when watching live when he did King Tut on SNL :)
Cease: to be a firesign fan, you almost have to be over 70
Tweeny: What a production
llanwydd: despite
llanwydd: not me. I am in my early sixties
Cease: the lads say they were falling apart when this album came out. it was also a very low point in my life.
Cease: god for you, llan. biut air ship was in he died a few days after recoring his part in my play
Cease: CAST
llanwydd: your comment, cat reminds me of something I said in the last chat that you seemed to misunderstand. When I spoke of ignorant millanials, I meant tgnorant of the firesign theatre
Cease: myh daughter had not yet turned 19 when she recorded her part in neal amid. she died soon afrter. fuck!
llanwydd: as in unknowing
Tweeny: :-(
Cease: we are all ignorant of stuff, eh?
llanwydd: true
Cease: a gone cat. is that me?
Tweeny: nope, you're still here ;)
Cease: they actuallyu refer to me in Fools in Space.
llanwydd: who died after recording his part, cat. I missed something
Cease: lol, tween. i've done a LOT of work on new play this week. very very ins[pired. weil need lots of voices and a producer.
llanwydd: OH. I get it now. sorry
Cease: the firesign archivoist air ship al.
Cease: i wrote his play about that fact.
llanwydd: I have a copy of the original Anythynge You Want to that I oredered from the Tom Edison Club back in the late seventies
llanwydd: Young Tome Edison Club
llanwydd: anybody remember that?
llanwydd: Tom
llanwydd: the Young Tom Edison Cub was a Firesign newletter
Tweeny: I've heard it mentioned, but didn't know about it
||||||||| Catherwood interjects: "And while we're on the subject..."
llanwydd: I had a subscription
||||||||| 8:00 PM: Beet 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!"
llanwydd: Hey Beet
Cease: the beet man. now we can have a Beet generation
Beet: Howdy Chatters!
llanwydd: I got a sort of post-it note from David Ossman thanking me for my order and signed Elmo Firesign
Beet: HI llan, Cease, Tween. Deputy.
Cease: yeah i gotta order the new firesigbn scripts book, ilustrrated by bruce
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 8:00 PM, dragging Mutt by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Yahoo ™?"
Cease: i have fewer fingres on my hand then there are regulaar chattters, alas
Cease: hey mutt. how's the smutt?
Mutt: Can I have my leg back, please, Catherwood?
||||||||| Catherwood haves Mutt's leg back.
llanwydd: Hey Mutt
Cease: my legs are getting less efficient.
Beet: Hi, Mutt.
Mutt: Howdy Cat, Llan, Beet and Dr. Tween
llanwydd: I think we have more than a handful of regular chatters
Mutt: And Deputy D
Mutt: Howare you feeling, Llanman?
llanwydd: plus the semi regulars and the chatters emeritus
||||||||| Catherwood interjects: "They never come up into the hills."
Tweeny: Hi Mutt
llanwydd: much better, mutt. thanks for asking
Tweeny: and yes, how's the recovery going llan?
Tweeny: good to hear :)
llanwydd: I am almost back to normal. out of immediate danger anyway
Mutt: In my best Mr. Burns voice, “Excellent!”
llanwydd: lol
Tweeny: great, llan
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:00 PM and Not Ed sashays out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
llanwydd: Hey Not
Tweeny: Hi Not
Mutt: What ho, Not!
Not Ed: Hey DDang, llan, Cease, Tweeny, Beet, Mutt waz real? Sorry it's been a while. Howdy!
Not Ed: Hooked up now
Cease: The NOT man how delightfuol to see you again.
Mutt: Ya know Not, there’s good drugs and there’s bad drugs …
Cease: What is reality?
Not Ed: Tanx C man!
Not Ed: Who am us anyway?
||||||||| Catherwood interjects: "You people are soooooo superstitious!"
Cease: True, Mutt, but most of them have been good for me
Beet: Hi, Not
Not Ed: Hey
Cease: there are very few of us. one of us died recently,eh?
Mutt: Merlyn?
Not Ed: Beat the reaper
Not Ed: Merl?
Cease: Is Merl still among us?
llanwydd: to the best of my knowledge
Mutt: Haven’t heard from Brian in a long time
Cease: duke of uh
llanwydd: brian called me from england one night
Cease: he may not be among the living. but if i were to die, how would that appear here?
llanwydd: we had a long transatlantic conversation
Tweeny: When was this, llan?
Cease: my wife is not online.
Mutt: Who were you referring to, cat?
Tweeny: not recently, right?
llanwydd: aroundfifteen years ago
Tweeny: Ah, OK
Cease: merl, one of the founders of this chat. he had a stroke a few years afgo
Tweeny: yeah, neither Doc nor I have been able to contact him for a long time now
Tweeny: I suspect he succumbed to complications from his stroke
||||||||| Catherwood interjects: "A fair for all and no fair to anybody!"
llanwydd: I said I fell off my chair brian and he loled because he recognized the reference
Cease: whether doc exists or not, i know not.
Mutt: I know. You mentioned soneone passing recentlyand I asked if it was Merlyn.
Cease: breian did some wonderful work on my play Red Sihit
Tweeny: No, that was JohanAmadeusMyjetski
Cease: no, not him. i thought it was NOt but he still LIves.
Cease: Right, Tween,
llanwydd: yeah jammy died
Cease: yeah he might havve been in one of my plays.
Mutt: Johan? Wow. I knew the floods hit him hard but had no idea.
Cease: johann was a great addition to our tiny chat
llanwydd: he certainly was
Mutt: So sorry to learn this. Grid bless him.
Not Ed: Oh right (sad)
llanwydd: the script I have says dismal instead of dumbass
Not Ed: hm interesting
Not Ed: I love this thing
Cease: its very loveable
Not Ed: lol
llanwydd: I love Now everybody go a way
Not Ed: now everybody go away
Not Ed: indeed
Not Ed: lol
Not Ed: intertwangled conversation
Mutt: Horror of Toyko
llanwydd: like a film noir version of a godzilla movie
Mutt: Or Ultraman!
Not Ed: lol
Not Ed: yeah lol
llanwydd: sam spade meets gammera
Mutt: They need the Science Patrol!
Not Ed: this is just the best - I mean, you know....
Mutt: Gamera!
Mutt: Either you get this or you don’t
Not Ed: I watched The Mysterians a couple weeks ago - great - I'd seen it before
Not Ed: Yepsk
Mutt: My young mind was twisted by all kinds of Japanese kaiju/SF
Cease: il iived in tokyo for a long time. played firessign on the nartional radtio startion in 74-75
Not Ed: Me too it was so cool
Cease: Mmy last name is Ishikawa for a reason
Not Ed: how does something like this go over in Japan I wonder...
Mutt: I got the japanese dvds for the original Ultraman - has some different stuff than what we saw here
Not Ed: Oh right Cat
Cease: i was in jpaan for a Long
Cease: Time. it was a good thing for my daughter
Mutt: It was the English dubbing that was so funny
Cease: yeah
Not Ed: I like "Inframan" a lot - Princess Dragon Mom lol
||||||||| Catherwood interjects: "There's hamburger all over the highway in Mystic, Connecticut."
Cease: i was in japan for a long time but that was a long time ago.
Cease: i look elsewhere
||||||||| Catherwood interjects: "Don't worry about the flies, we won't weigh 'em!"
Not Ed: I've never been there I always wanted to go
Beet: Strange, spacey album.
Cease: go or don't. i hacve no idea whart japan is ike now.
Cease: kind of a fucked up album, but the guys were fucked up then
Not Ed: Indeed Beet
llanwydd: ossman hated not insane but I have always liked it
Cease: my daughter spent her first decade there in the 80s. a very child frinedly country
Not Ed: My new dog "Junior" pulled two big springs out of the couch - he just presented #2 sigh dogs
Cease: wow, not
Not Ed: I know
Not Ed: what do you do - you tell him no no
||||||||| 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..
Not Ed: that's about all
Not Ed: they're kind of cool actually hmm better save them
Not Ed: the springs
Cease: 0k, lory
Cease: let's talk about remembering, as tihs poem says
Mutt: What?
Cease: i will die soon and my vast firesign coillection wil go where,and do what, for who?
Cease: i had wanrted to go to istanbul and egypt soon, but am too feeble.
Mutt: Sell it if you can. Put it out in the wild and let others find it
Mutt: Or donate it to a university library
Tweeny: Will all your FST materials to Taylor :)
Tweeny: You've probably got stuff he doesn't have
Cease: motherfucking doc technicsal was supposed to have my Ukraine play produced 10 monthes ago, but not yet. fuck
Mutt: Great idea, Tween!
llanwydd: die soon, cat? are you ill?
Cease: i told taylor i'e give it to him qne he was happy. many recordings are from me.
llanwydd: I hope you are speaking of far future soon
Cease: no, llan, but i'm 74. old peolpe die, eh? i hpoe to live for many years more.
llanwydd: seventy four is the new fifty
Tweeny: may you get at least a couple of more decades out of that body
Tweeny: Hey Proc and Ossman are still at it...
Cease: osman in fucking 89. i doubt i'll live into my 80s and am certainly disintegrarting but dont' consider dearh iminent,
llanwydd: and going strong
Cease: true, tween, and they inspire us
||||||||| Catherwood interjects: "What's all this brou-ha-ha?"
Tweeny: they do indeed
Mutt: Ossman is a marvel
Cease: this is from long ago
Cease: let's have a good time, eh?
Beet: That time again. Gotta go. This was fun. Nice to see everyone. Have a great weekend. See you next week. G'Nite.
llanwydd: you too beet
Mutt: Be well Beet!
Cease: i often have diffilculty walking, or getting in and out of seats if hard. i do not know how long i'l be around but i know it wont' be for a long time
Cease: by beet
||||||||| Outside, the 8:00 PM bus from Billville pulls away, leaving MarkTime coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
llanwydd: I have trouble sleeping. I am going for an apnea study tomorrow
llanwydd: Hey Mark
Tweeny: Hey MarkTime, good to see ya here :)
MarkTime: hey all
Mutt: Mr. Time,sir
Not Ed: Mahk!
Cease: The Mark
MarkTime: sorryI missed the show ontuesday...I forgot all about it. Been keeping pretty busy.
Tweeny: Good to be busy :)
Cease: Busy is often good
Mutt: The only good busy is a dead busy …
Cease: shakespefre is dead but still busy
Mutt: More than ever
Cease: this is very bad acting
MarkTime: long live intelligence!
Cease: radio is fun
Cease: mark, it has not been valued in your cuntry for a long time
Cease: i was lucky to live in LA during the sputnik era when intelligence was encourged
Cease: fhe goo0ns were the basis for much
llanwydd: funny to hear david mention monty python
Cease: yes and no
MarkTime: no no nooooo not my Country or Gvrnmnt...
Cease: they knew each other, to some exent. beatles too
llanwydd: I know there are fewer than six degrees of separation
Cease: i left yhour country long ago.
||||||||| Catherwood interjects: "What is reality?"
llanwydd: fst knew the beatles?
Cease: IU cannot walk down the street of vsn withoout smelling dope
||||||||| Cease is kicked out just as the clock strikes 8:00 PM.
||||||||| Catherwood enters with C. Simirl close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 8:00 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the Aviary.
llanwydd: that was not nice to do to cease, catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood steps over to llanwydd and says "Did you want me?"
llanwydd: welcome mr simril
C. Simirl: im very happy about thatr. the fireswign wre stoned all the time.
C. Simirl: hey llan
C. Simirl: during berman's memorial, i was the only person not stoned. not by choice
||||||||| Catherwood interjects: "Everyone knew her as Nancy."
Not Ed: I'll never forget that event
MarkTime: so what is this
llanwydd: where was it, cat?
C. Simirl: you were there, mark? in kirkland
C. Simirl: i dintg want to go there because my daughtr
C. Simirl: daughter's killer was from there. but i felt i had to bre there because how central firesing have been to my life
MarkTime: kirkland....where's that
C. Simirl: proc amd melinda and oss and his son have been integral in my plays
C. Simirl: seattle suburb
C. Simirl: i thought about how much i'd lilke to fuck you, ossman says in this poem]
C. Simirl: not the usual words ina poem
C. Simirl: when i went toi santa fe last year, i was influenced by ossman's poesm from there
C. Simirl: i feel the aility decrease, eh?
C. Simirl: thakns to david for bringing me to santa fe
C. Simirl: when i went to bed after my first day ih santa fe, i thought that it was the best day of my life
Tweeny: cool
Tweeny: North NM is certainly pretty country
Tweeny: I hear Taos is really nice
Mutt: This was fun. Thanks Tween, Cat, Llan, Mark, Beet, Deputy and the very real Not! Hope to see yinz next week.
||||||||| 8:00 PM -- Mutt left for parts unknown. (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
C. Simirl: i think this is the best poem in the history of poetry
Not Ed: Aww missed Mutt bye bye
C. Simirl: how's it going, not? seattle?
C. Simirl: i am afraid for your country's decenrt into hell, but thankfuly i'm in canada
Not Ed: Very nice weather from warm to moderate today - what's up up there?
llanwydd: seattle is a strange name. hard to tell its origin
Not Ed: Cascadia man
C. Simirl: our first cool day in a week. but hot in van is alien to what you ysnkess know, i ssuect
Not Ed: I love America too much to give up on her just yet!
llanwydd: it has been uncomfortably warm here in florida
Not Ed: has it
C. Simirl: i lived in van nuys from 56-69. that's enogh.
Not Ed: lol
C. Simirl: it is too hot for me in north van for a few days, for you it's the world
llanwydd: I have a friend who lived in van nuys for about five years trying to break into hollywood
llanwydd: then moved back to vermont
C. Simirl: too much pain
C. Simirl: the most beautfiul poem ive ever heard
Not Ed: all kinds of magical places and magical folks in America
Not Ed: very nice poem yes
C. Simirl: true
Not Ed: thanks cat!
Not Ed: it's so great to see y'all
C. Simirl: are you into being a voice in my play, not?
llanwydd: great show as usual. thanks tweeny and cat.
C. Simirl: we do our best
llanwydd: hope you are into it, not. I am in it as well.
Not Ed: sure send me a note C -- stay loose & travel light all
Tweeny: Thanks for being here everyone! Be well and we'll see ya next week
llanwydd: well, time to go get something to eat. see you all nexst thirsty. nytol.
||||||||| At 8:00 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...
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 1 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
C. Simirl: off wwe driift
Tweeny: Until last time, again...
||||||||| Catherwood says "8:00 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs C. Simirl by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
||||||||| At 8:00 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Tweeny!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
||||||||| 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 4:31 AM, time to change the log file and clean out unused rooms; please exit the chat room for a minute or two. Thank you for your patience."

The Evening's Participants:
Beet
C. Simirl
Cease
Deputy Dang
llanwydd
MarkTime
Mutt
Not Ed
Tweeny

URL References:
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/rfd1
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/rfd2
www.kurtericson.net/cat
www.kurtericson.net/firesign