A Firesign Chat for Mar 21, 2013 [19 parts]

[Catherwood]

[part 1 of 19]
HTML version at
http://www.firesigntheatre.com/chat/logs/fstchat_20130321.html

Special appearance by
P. Austin
Phil Austin as 'P. Austin '

||||||||| 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 March 21, 2013 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Outside, the 8:50 AM bus from Michigan pulls away, leaving Deadguy coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Deadguy: Flakes everywhere and it might snow some too, back to the sauna for a Cedar branch whippin.
||||||||| Deadguy walks away to The Sitting Room.
||||||||| 8:55 AM -- Deadguy enters. (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
||||||||| Deadguy departs at 8:55 AM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'Ralph', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:11 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary...
Ralph: ...and Ralph's back has retired. He is twisted in agony over Nancy!
Ralph: "Oh, what I wooden give for a Cedar Braanch thrashin', anythynge to relieve the pain...ooohhhhh...."
||||||||| Outside, the 8:17 PM downtown bus from Austin pulls away, leaving DJTween coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
||||||||| Catherwood enters with George Stevens close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 8:23 PM tree-stunting plans, and hurries off to the anteroom.
George Stevens: Marching marching to Shibboleth! Can't wait till it arrives!
George Stevens: Is my wife in here?
DJTween: I'll be talking about the new FST books tonight
||||||||| New notice: 'There will be a Firesign Theatre/US Plus Stimulcast starting at 8pm CST this evening, with music beginning at 7:45pm CST. Listen at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u'
||||||||| 8:31 PM -- DJTween left for parts unknown. (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
George Stevens: Hiya DJ! I'm a newbie to the chat, but an oldie for da boyz. I have my original copies of Big Book of Plays and Mystery Joke Book, but the new hard cover compendium was too good to pass up.
||||||||| 8:32 PM: Rufus_T_Firetween jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!"
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 8:35 PM, dragging DJTween by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
DJTween: Cool, George
DJTween: Welcome to the chat
George Stevens: Thanks. Been a lurker for some time. Always enjoyed the goings on.
DJTween: The guys themselves don't usually show up, but Austin has joined us on occasion
DJTween: Well, since Merlyn and I have started advertising, we've picked up some new chatters
DJTween: Hope you become a regular (if not ethyl) :)
George Stevens: Yeah, I have seen that the past few weeks. Shamed me into joing in myself.
DJTween: You know you can configure the text size and all that from the pop-up menu?
DJTween: You can also send private messages to people from there, and there are auxiliary rooms
George Stevens: I read the instructions but will have to go over them again. Hope you all will bear with me as I learn how to do this.
DJTween: We were all new to this at one time ;)
George Stevens: Catherwood, roll me a bomber.
||||||||| Catherwood rolls George Stevens a bomber.
George Stevens: Ha!
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:45 PM and Merlyn sashays out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
DJTween: I see you've found our intrepid Catherwood :)
||||||||| Catherwood walks alongside DJTween and mumbles "My ears are burning..."
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - Bonnie Raitt - listen at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u'
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "8:45 PM and late as usual, it's JPT, just back from Billville."
DJTween: Playing some music at the above link now
DJTween: it's a 128k feed
DJTween: Hi JPT
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:46 PM and CatManDEW sashays out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
DJTween: Hi CMD
Merlyn: Hey, my mom's studio mastered Bonnie Raitt's first album (for Warner Bros.)
CatManDEW: Hi, DJT
Merlyn: She apparently babysat me at some point
DJTween: WOW, Merlyn :)
DJTween: that's kewl
Merlyn: Dave Ray married my cousin Sylvia, and they are the producers of it
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - The Doobie Brothers - listen at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u'
Merlyn: well, of the mastering I guess, it also says Willie Murphy as producer who also recorded at the studio
DJTween: "Bonnie Raitt was my babysitter" - how hollywood lol
||||||||| flapdoogle enters at 8:49 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Hat Pack Annex.
DJTween: Hi flapper
Merlyn: nowadays that would be a very expensive kink
DJTween: indeed ;)
||||||||| Gorum waltzes in at 8:51 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
DJTween: Hi Gorum
Gorum: take them out of the celophane before they scorch!
Gorum: yes siree
||||||||| Outside, the 8:53 PM bus from Elmertown pulls away, leaving Dr. Dog coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Gorum: DJT.. what are you doing
||||||||| Catherwood says "8:54 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Gorum by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
DJTween: Hi Dog
Dr. Dog: Arf ! Howdy !
George Stevens: Looks like Gorum got a mickey in his ground zero...
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "8:55 PM and late as usual, it's The Wispering Squash, just back from South Carolina."
||||||||| EWeston steps in at 8:55 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
DJTween: Hi Squash, Weston
The Wispering Squash: Hey gang!
Dr. Dog: Nice Knocker !
EWeston: Hi ho, good bless you, and god night.
Dr. Dog: Used to have one just like it but it vanished mysteriously...
EWeston: Along with the dogs and the sevants
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 8:57 PM, dragging Shavitah Puris by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this web surfer?"
DJTween: Hi Puris
Dr. Dog: I can surf for that web voucher.
DJTween: and welcome to our nice little padded chat room :)
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "8:59 PM and late as usual, it's Captain Equinox, just back from Illinois."
DJTween: Hi Captain
EWeston: A well known theosophist
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, March 21, 2013 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
Captain Equinox: Greeting Earthoids and Humanlings.
Dr. Dog: Evening.
George Stevens: Is it the Captain, or is it Kiki?
DJTween: or Tennile?
||||||||| 9:01 PM: Principalpoop jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
Captain Equinox: No, it's Toenail.
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 9:01 PM, dragging Deputy Dan by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yo-yo?"
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Dexter Fong close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 9:02 PM tree-stunting plans, and scurries off to the anteroom.
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - "Shine" w/Jon Anderson, Mike Oldfield and Steve Howe - listen at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u'
Deputy Dan: I found you!
Principalpoop: i got the music in me, kiki dee
George Stevens: Damn! I thought it was Arnold Tree!
||||||||| Outside, the 9:02 PM crosstown bus from Montana pulls away, leaving shoes for the dead coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
DJTween: Hi Dex, Deputy

[Catherwood]

[part 2 of 19]
DJTween: Hi Shoes
Principalpoop: hey all, and you too
Merlyn: No, it was Adolf Tree aka Captain Equinox
Dexter Fong: Hi Tweeny
Merlyn: He works a 12-hour day
||||||||| Catherwood enters with slides close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 9:03 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the Aviary.
Principalpoop: ahh shine, yeeees
George Stevens: But only twice a year.
slides: Nancy are you in here?
Dexter Fong: And also Merlyn, Poop, and all of you Bozos, Beaners, Boogies, and Friends of Papoon
Captain Equinox: She's in the Portrait Gallery
||||||||| Merciful Lee Dickens enters at 9:04 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and dashes off to the Haberdashery Barn.
Principalpoop: The connection was reset
shoes for the dead: howdy
DJTween: feed ok now, P?
Principalpoop: Sargent Solstice
||||||||| 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 cs gets out at 9:05 PM.
Principalpoop: my browser, not the radio tween
||||||||| eat it steals in around 9:05 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident."
||||||||| Dr. Dog departs at 9:05 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
Principalpoop: was made in heaven
Captain Equinox: honk honk
Principalpoop: with noses as long as your arm
shoes for the dead: howdy
||||||||| 9:06 PM: FreemanZ jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!"
||||||||| 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 never odd or even falls out at 9:06 PM.
George Stevens: That's America, buddy!
Principalpoop: you people are so superstitious
||||||||| At 9:07 PM, FreemanZ vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
||||||||| Polyanna Platypus steals in around 9:07 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident."
cs: High all
EWeston: Quick hide the peyote
Principalpoop: hey cat
Dexter Fong: Hey Cat
cs: poop and dex
||||||||| At 9:08 PM, slides runs out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
Principalpoop: hehe she is a a platypus hehe
Polyanna Platypus: You can bet Karl Malden's nose on that!
cs: i think i'll have another playte of pus
DJTween: lol
EWeston: Lary strikes again!
Dexter Fong: I never leave home without Karl's nose
Principalpoop: its gonna be alright
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - Don't Crush That Dwarf, Hand Me The Pliers - listen at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u'
||||||||| 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 Spud Coolzip plummets into the garden at 9:09 PM.
Principalpoop: oh blinding light, oh light that blinds
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 9:09 PM, dragging Honusbird by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yahoo?"
shoes for the dead: LETS EAT!!!
||||||||| It's 9:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Shavitah Puris - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| flapdoogle - dead from the yaws
||||||||| CatManDEW - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| JPT - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
EWeston: I was in Jim class with heem
||||||||| "9:10 PM? 9:10 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Leroy should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Leroy enters and sits at the bar.
Principalpoop: i am yearning for someone who can turn on a little stopping power
George Stevens: Hey, we must've gone to the same school!
Rufus_T_Firetween: Don't Crush That Dwarf, Hand Me The Pliers (at Firesign Media) - http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=dctd-tl
Dexter Fong: An early reap here tonight...stay tuned for more casualties
Principalpoop: Organ leroy arrives
DJTween: The Come... They Go....
eat it: i am changing with the times....
EWeston: That was a FINE highschool
eat it: ...so let's meet him...
George Stevens: Your name must be Jim!
Spud Coolzip: This had to be one of the first send-ups of a tele-evangelist.
DJTween: I think a lot of people don't know about the 'timeout' feature of the nicks in the chat
Principalpoop: marching marching oh yes
EWeston: Howdy Jim. Hey what's his name?
Merlyn: there's no timeout
Polyanna Platypus: Jim, Jim, little Jim?
George Stevens: Jim.
Merlyn: as long as the window auto-refreshes they stay logged in
DJTween: What would you call it, Merl?
Dexter Fong raises his hand and says, "I know about the 'timeout" Mr. Tween"
DJTween: mmmm not true
DJTween: know this from personal experience
EWeston: right on, right off, gimme six!
cs: they dont go from gray to nothing?
Merlyn: if they get reaped, that means they closed the chat window
Principalpoop: so they all exited at the exact same time M, wow
DJTween: You have to type something every once in a while
Merlyn: no you don't
eat it: shall release
Polyanna Platypus: Jim, Jiminy Jim Jim Cheree.
Merlyn: I've stayed on for over an hour without typing
cs: lurkers arent even grays
George Stevens: Or twice...howdy boys, howdy boys
DJTween: So what's the purpose of the graying?
Spud Coolzip: The big-budget FT days - a whole choir employed
shoes for the dead: i have a good groat cluster marinade if anybody wants......
Merlyn: what you need to do is make sure the window refreshes
Ralph: No you don't? Yes you do? I'm so confused!
Merciful Lee Dickens: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shibboleth
eat it: LETS EAT
Rufus_T_Firetween:
Principalpoop: pull the curtain fred
EWeston: Waiter?
Merlyn: gray just means you haven't typed anything for a while
Principalpoop: I'm hungry
Dexter Fong: I've seen grays lurking aboaut, waiting to probe me
DJTween: OK
Merlyn: it's separate from reaping

[Catherwood]

[part 3 of 19]
George Stevens: One of those damn kids has got a radio!
DJTween: OK Merl, didn't know that
Ralph: So it gets less grey? It's not the wool over my eyes?
Principalpoop: laughing cow cheese is still around
Dexter Fong: No Ralph, thats just your cardigan
EWeston: No that's breeding.
Spud Coolzip: The hills of Sector R - actually Laurel Canyon
Ralph: ....and it's wonderful.
Polyanna Platypus: laughing cow cheese is still a round
Principalpoop: led zepplin cashmir
cs: a favouritre in my fridge
Merlyn: the Whispering Squash logged in at 8:55 and has only said 1 thing right after login, and he hasn't typed anything for 20 minutes, but if you haven't refreshed for 5 minutes or more you get reaped at the next check, which is every 10 minutes
Dexter Fong: It *is* a nice pattern
George Stevens: You know, all of this is costing the armenian people seconds a month...
Principalpoop: ahh every 10 minutes, ok ok
||||||||| Catherwood enters with mklprc close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 9:16 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the Aviary.
Principalpoop: if the browser is closed
Polyanna Platypus: Fly over like a def leppard
||||||||| Outside, the 9:16 PM crosstown bus from Elmertown pulls away, leaving uh klem coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Spud Coolzip: Please order anchovies'
Captain Equinox: what?
Merlyn: yep, though sometimes the auto-refresh can get messed up and you have to do a manual refresh to restart it
Dexter Fong: Anchovies, air-dried, salt packed and hand fileted
Polyanna Platypus: I'll have mine without apostrophe's, please!
Spud Coolzip: Ever driven to the top of the ridge on Skyline Drive - you wouldn't deliver there eithyer.
Ralph: If you would ride the Blue Bus, it's Bio_Diesel.
Principalpoop: ralph bunch and ida lupino, dead or still alive?
shoes for the dead: opium anchovies?
Spud Coolzip: Yes give me three cans of those chovies, Dexter Fong
Ralph: Then all you smell is fried french frys
George Stevens: You are right, Merl. I have to refresh myself Manually every so often.
Dexter Fong: The opium is in the eyes, that's why they're so bright
Ralph: ....er FredoM Flies!!
EWeston: Now I'm hungry.
shoes for the dead: gs, this is a family room!
||||||||| Catherwood enters with TMC27 close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 9:19 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the Aviary.
Captain Equinox: Mr Yarrow
Principalpoop: a super concept, Bilbo Burgers and Fredo Fries
Dexter Fong: Sure!! See the big RCA Victrola next to Mom's chair
EWeston: Don't settle for the guts! Go for the eyes! R.R.
Spud Coolzip: These guys pre-dated open-ended media surfing 30 years before the internet
Ralph: Funnel Frys, oh, future fools!
Principalpoop: Bottles again
Ralph: Dusted w/ More Sugar, soft, white, pure, xxx
Principalpoop: zest appeal
Merciful Lee Dickens: oh nooo, that woman's trying to KILL ME!
||||||||| "9:21 PM? 9:21 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Dr memory should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Dr memory enters and sits on the divan.
||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and Uh clem falls out at 9:21 PM.
Dexter Fong: Hello Doctor
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and pipes up "Presenting 'ferret', just granted probation at 9:21 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Principalpoop: in a confrontatory position
cs: Bilbao Burgers by Frank Gehry. Try and find the meat.
DJTween: They have always done a great job anticipating the future, culturally as well as technologically
Ralph: Captain Equinox...nice job on the SPring Fling yesterday!
cs: i dont remember you, doctor
George Stevens: I believe you, Poop.
||||||||| Bill Craig enters at 9:22 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Haberdashery Barn.
Spud Coolzip: Absolutely, DJT. Peter B was big future-thinker, especially.
Dexter Fong: Senor Gehry has ruined Espana
Principalpoop: local ad in my paper for arbor day, building the future today
Spud Coolzip: I popped off there
Rufus_T_Firetween: Don't Crush that Dwarf, Hand Me The Pliers - http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=dctd-tl
Captain Equinox: You're quite welcome.
Dexter Fong: The future is sooo yesterday
Principalpoop: your clam cakes are getting damp, oh my
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and intones "Announcing 'Bozo Bob', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:23 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room...
cs: are these spring breakers?
Captain Equinox: At Pop's Sodium Shop?
Principalpoop: coming mother
Rufus_T_Firetween: I just hate clam cakes when they get damp
Dexter Fong: Spring breakers = an early south swell in SoCal
ferret: pass the 30w
Ralph: Bozo Bob, is that w/ a Bee?
George Stevens: Is my wife Porcelain in here?
Principalpoop: how many times have I heard that before?
Bozo Bob: A bee? Why do you ask, honey?
Dexter Fong: No, George, she looks more Delft
EWeston: Well you boys fight it out
||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Leroy - dead from the yaws
||||||||| The Wispering Squash - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Deputy Dan - dead from measles
||||||||| Honusbird - dead from jaundice

||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...

George Stevens: Ok mother...
Dexter Fong: A four - 0 fun by the reaper
Captain Equinox: Stop torturing me, Ethel.
Dexter Fong: run
EWeston: Oh yah,
Principalpoop: He's not your son fred
Captain Equinox: This man has the Plague.
Dexter Fong: and he's not your son Beaver either
George Stevens: Stop chatting and finish your homework!
ferret: pep pills......
Dexter Fong: lol george
Principalpoop: is this on? thank you fellow kids
EWeston: Prawn of my lions, hah.
George Stevens: Cap, is that your careful prosthesis?
cs: finally lightenough for me to see the keyboard without artificial lighting now.
Principalpoop: give them a light and they will follow it anywhere
ferret: raw, raw, raw!
cs: thank you, daylight savings time
Ralph: Sure could use a Blue Moth about now....
EWeston: I'm reenlisting today

[Catherwood]

[part 4 of 19]
shoes for the dead: i don't care how many timas i hear that it's still as funny as the first tme
Captain Equinox: Careful, my prosthesis can smell fear.
cs: how about hawkmoth?
||||||||| PABO enters at 9:28 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and hurries off to the Hat Pack Annex.
Principalpoop: Where are you gonna graduate from????
Dexter Fong: Catherwood, please give Ralph a Blue Moss
||||||||| Catherwood gets ralph a blue moss.
George Stevens: Ralph's been alienated!
||||||||| Polyanna Platypus leaves at 9:28 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..."
cs: indeed, shoes
Ralph: ....ah, yes thatnk you!
shoes for the dead: they did it live a few years back in Portland
Principalpoop: the 5 ages of man, 4 crawling, 2 walking and 3 using a cane, what are the other 2?
PABO: Looking thick as a brick, straight on your back
Dexter Fong: The Jazz Age, and Pre-human history
shoes for the dead: 44 and 69
Principalpoop: The endless war, why is that idea familiar?
cs: tele vangelist
Principalpoop: bingo
Bozo Bob: Telly Vangelis?
Dexter Fong: Poop: It's and idea that never seems to go out of style
Principalpoop: as told by rich hollywood stars
Captain Equinox: Hi I'm Jow Beets
shoes for the dead: martha's brother
Captain Equinox: *Joe*
Ralph: Yes it's like gravity. It's not just a good idea, it's The Law!
Principalpoop: the free mule I have been dreaming of
cs: one of their greatest lines, as told by
Rufus_T_Firetween: Don't Crush That Dwarf, Hand Me the Pliers at Wiki - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Don%27t_Crush_That_Dwarf,_Hand_Me_the_Pliers
George Stevens: But fightin's out of style...fun is where the fair's at
Rufus_T_Firetween: Review of Dwarf at Firesign Media - http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=dctd-rv
Principalpoop: poops on, turn on the radio
shoes for the dead: and no fair to anybody
||||||||| "I'm going to The Aviary" says uh klem, and leaves.
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "9:33 PM and late as usual, it's Elayne, just back from Elmertown."
George Stevens: It's throbbing!
DJTween: Hey E
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "9:33 PM and late as usual, it's TheSloth(TM), just back from Hellmouth."
Elayne: Evenin' all! Just got home from work.
Principalpoop: hi E
cs: hi el
DJTween: Dwarf and Wintergreen this evening
Dexter Fong: uh klem is going to try and fly again
PABO: Hey E, how's R?
cs: its almost week end, el
Principalpoop: dctdhmtp
Elayne: R says he's fine, PABO
Dexter Fong: Hi Elayne
||||||||| uh klem walks in and says "It's 9:34 PM, has anybody seen Nancy?"
Captain Equinox: did you remember to carry de bum?
PABO: Cool
Elayne: Doing our taxes this weekend, Cat. Then working next weekend. *sigh* season...
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'jaz', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:34 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room...
cs: oh well
Bozo Bob: I've seen Nancy.. WHAT A TOMATO!
Principalpoop: start menstrating soon
cs: but cool as a cucamonga
Principalpoop: as we know it
Elayne: Oh yay, my favorite album - thanks Tween!
PABO: But what a pear?
jaz: or sit here in the waiting room.
||||||||| uh klem leaves to catch the 9:35 PM train to Novi.
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'uh klem', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:35 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
cs: all this sunshine had me out walking to store today, doing some preminary garfdening. good for brain
Principalpoop: beans, the last of the beans
||||||||| uh klem sneaks away to The Sitting Room...
shoes for the dead: bacon rind on the whistle front
DJTween: E, the current idea is to play all the FST albums one a week in order of their release
Principalpoop: snowing here cat
Elayne: Fine by me, Tween - looking forward to Bozos next week!
cs: we just ended a period of much rain
DJTween: It is a really fine album :-)
Principalpoop: you so smart
cs: Fumiyho was snowshoeing this afternoon. had a great time
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and snorts derisively "Presenting 'P. Austin ', just granted probation at 9:37 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
cs: it is, tween
Dexter Fong: Cat: Snowshoing in the garden?
DJTween: Hello Mister Austin :-)
cs: spekaing of reds and yellows, here's phil
Elayne: Evenin' Phil!
P. Austin : Am I in red?
Principalpoop: yellow river by I. P. Peculiar
DJTween: nope Phil
Bozo Bob: You're reading that in
cs: no we live a couple miles from snow covered mts.
Elayne: We have not caught you red-handled, Phil...
||||||||| 9:37 PM: L. Bill Rubbered 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!"
P. Austin : Not in red. I've forgotten the magic formula
Dexter Fong: Even tho you're not in red, Hello Mr. President
||||||||| Catherwood leads RF inside, makes a note of the time (9:38 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
George Stevens: Not even in yellow, Mr. P!
PABO: Only on the inside, Phil
Principalpoop: commie pinko martyr high school
EWeston: Not yet anyway.
DJTween: Oh,Merlynnnnnn
P. Austin : Hello everyone.
Captain Equinox: I've got your hat, Phil
Bozo Bob: Hi, P.A.!
Dexter Fong: Quick Poop, summon Merlyn, he's the only one who can turn Phil red
jaz: It's in the water, Thats why its yellow!
EWeston: Hi yah
Principalpoop: we are not worthy, kneels and bows
||||||||| 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 Art Wholeflaffer gets out at 9:38 PM.
PABO: Get the Red Magic Marker out!

[Catherwood]

[part 5 of 19]
cs: paging one merlyn
Elayne: Brian, please be-redden Phil!
cs: how are oona and the dogs?
P. Austin : So nice to be back in this warm environment.
Principalpoop: Open ses a me, come M
shoes for the dead: i gotta go nuke the groat clusters, the cool of too quick
PABO: ALl those Merlyns disappear
cs: yes, the ice is melting
Merlyn: ok ok
P. Austin : Oooooona is good as are all six dogs.
Elayne: What cold have you come in from, Phil? Surely not back east where I am. Spring, where is it?
||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Spud Coolzip - dead from measles
||||||||| eat it - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| mklprc - dead from measles
||||||||| Dr memory - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Bill Craig - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
cs: good to hear
L. Bill Rubbered: Where ia Azure Johnny?
Art Wholeflaffer: Where the hell am I?
Principalpoop: is is wholeflaffer or holeflapper?
Dexter Fong: Art: In Fuckarewee Land
Principalpoop: hi bob Hind
P. Austin : Elayne: here on les isles des foxes
EWeston: Virtual hell doesn't satisfy?
Elayne: Excellent, Phil's now in living color!
Dexter Fong: Poop: I believe it's *wholeflaffer

jaz: Damn your fat waller..
Principalpoop: tu est rouge enfin mon ami, c'est bon
George Stevens: In medical school in mexico for a few weeks.
Dexter Fong: Alright!! Phil is now his entitled color
Art Wholeflaffer: Where did all this Blue Moss come from?
jaz: Flat Fatson
L. Bill Rubbered: Waffles with less phenomena are better.
cs: he could be the new jim carey!
P. Austin : Wow, I'm red again. Must. E a magic appearance of Merlyn.
PABO: You're blushing, Phil
Elayne: Why not ask one the definitive sources, PrinPoop, as he happens to be here? :)
||||||||| At 9:42 PM, P. Austin runs out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
EWeston: Does your vife know sis?
Elayne: Well, he WAS here...
Merlyn: pushed the wrong bottun
Principalpoop: i will go blind, talking directly to him, like taking a peep at the pope
||||||||| Outside, the 9:42 PM bus from Billville pulls away, leaving DadSir2U coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
jaz: He pressed the first brick with his own hands!
Dexter Fong: Apparently the color red runs
DJTween: What happened to Phil ??
Elayne: You ejected a founding member of The Firesign Theatre, Brian? I mean, really@!
||||||||| bibibaroque sashays in at 9:42 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
DJTween: I just tweeted that he was in the chat :/
||||||||| Outside, the 9:43 PM downtown bus from Hellmouth pulls away, leaving P. Austin coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
cs: lol
Art Wholeflaffer: Cox? Cox? I've got something to talk to you about...
Principalpoop: he went for an ice cream, didn't you see?
George Stevens: He broke the president!
L. Bill Rubbered: Buttons made to yield to my touch...molecular touch...
cs: i knew he'd return
cs: inshallah
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Eutychus close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 9:43 PM tree-stunting plans, and rushes off to the sitting room.
P. Austin : I've returned.
Principalpoop: lost his tan again, oh M
Elayne: Ah, there you are. Oh Merlynnnnn...
Dexter Fong: You have, Phil and turned red again
cs: how are the dead?
Principalpoop: and red again, thanks be to Rod Flash
DadSir2U: good hello
Eutychus: He's communist now?
L. Bill Rubbered: That Roller Maiden stuff is spreadsing...
EWeston: There's that red hand, just in time.
Elayne: Welcome back, PA. So what's Art's last name, Holeflaffer, holeflapper, what?
Principalpoop: Barbara Bobo, oh my
jaz: Is that your Daddy's charger card?
Art Wholeflaffer: Wholeflaffer...
ferret: cheers to you Mr. Austin! :)
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:45 PM and jahgust steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
PABO: How are the Dogs of Fox Island? . . . .and Beaver Teeeth?
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'doctecazoid', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:45 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary...
Dexter Fong: Jaz: That's not a chager card, that's a Daytona card
Art Wholeflaffer: Yes - Cheers to you, Phil
Principalpoop: hejsa jahgust doc
doctecazoid: i really don't think there are enough people here
jahgust: Got home early hello all!
cs: lol doc
PABO: Hey T
L. Bill Rubbered: He's looking for Xeno the eclectic.
Elayne: DocTec! How are you, my dear?
P. Austin : Mr. Austin is here and glad to be here.
Rufus_T_Firetween: 3 new Firesign Books! - http://firesigntheatre.com/pressrel/20130320.html
Dexter Fong: Hey Jah and Doc
Merciful Lee Dickens: RIGHT, JACK!
Elayne: Isn't it wonderful, Tom?
Principalpoop: we will fix that hehe
||||||||| ge||ge sneaks in around 9:46 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident."
doctecazoid: i can shout, don't hear you.
George Stevens: And we're glad you are here, Mr. austin!
Dexter Fong: Hey ge||ge
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'JaxMandrake', just granted probation at 9:46 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
jaz: It is six to nine or nine to six!
jahgust: Wow a 'uge group tonight!
Elayne: Any questions for Mr. Austin whilst he's here?
doctecazoid: if six was nine
DadSir2U: Cheers Mr. A

[Catherwood]

[part 6 of 19]
Art Wholeflaffer: This is not LIKE the Austrian self sharpening razorbacks, NO...
||||||||| Merciful Lee Dickens leaves at 9:47 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..."
: Professor Austin! Thank God you've COME! You have come, tight?
Principalpoop: we are going out and we are going to k k k k
ge||ge: Good evenning...ng..ng
Captain Equinox: Aw gee whiz, I'm sorry!
L. Bill Rubbered: We could all learn something from those Stoics in these times of artificial groat-clusters.
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Merciful Lee Dickens in through the front door at 9:47 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
JaxMandrake: good evening dear friends
cs: any more detective based projects, phil?
jaz: Got any peyote?
Dexter Fong: Hi Jax
Merciful Lee Dickens: Man, who put that celebrity trapdoor there?
Principalpoop: we hid the peyote earlier, only laughing cow cheese left
Dexter Fong: We hid the peyote in the laughing cow cheese
jahgust: Just listening to the Debit Debit Debit OZ cast! Damn funny!
George Stevens: Any chance the radio free oz shows will get the duke of madness motors treatment, Mr. austin?
doctecazoid: who owns the rights to tales of the old defective ... directive ... DETECTIVE?
L. Bill Rubbered: Mescalito has left for Tierra del Fuego...
cs: so that's why the cows are laughing
Principalpoop: no, i don't believe in flying sauces
jaz: He's no fun, he fell right over.
jahgust: What is a horse leech?
doctecazoid: watching a documentary on the cowsills right now - wow so weird
ferret: didn't I say that on the other side of the album?
JaxMandrake: ...toilet was hopelessly clogged and both of our parachutes are still at the cleaners
cs: a leech that sucks horse blood preferencially
Elayne: I saw that in the TV listings, Tom. I was fairly curious about it.
L. Bill Rubbered: They're from Nairobe, Illinois...
Principalpoop: its not from lack of bread, like the grateful dead
Elayne: Isn't everyone, L. Bill?
JaxMandrake: I thought they were the dreadful great
||||||||| Clem steps in at 9:51 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
P. Austin : Thanks, bri.
L. Bill Rubbered: Yes, ma'am!
ge||ge: That's Hi Jinx, meester dong!
JaxMandrake: also, the Crawford brothers will be joining us tonight - Broderick and Joan!
||||||||| Pukka steals in around 9:51 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident."
EWeston: I thought they were a gentic project by Dr. Technical.
PABO: Maybe, FST on American Masters on PBS??
jahgust: hey The Cowsills from my home state they were! They still play locally quite often.
||||||||| Lorien waltzes in at 9:51 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
L. Bill Rubbered: Step on the yellow Rubbered line...
doctecazoid: nor'easter did a number of my shoulder - i think i screwed up a joint
cs: great idea, pabo
Rufus_T_Firetween: Don't Crush That Dwarf, Hand Me The Pliers (at Firesign Media) - http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=dctd-rv
Principalpoop: what do you mean by that?
doctecazoid: gonna have to switch to a waterpipe now
cs: i thought merl was working on a project of that sort
JaxMandrake: Phil (or Phil, or Phil, or Phil... whichever Phil you are)
doctecazoid: on my shoulder
Merciful Lee Dickens: I like that hot laughing Cowsills chick
doctecazoid: /me on third vodka tonic of the evening
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'Friar Beepo', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:52 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
P. Austin : Doctec: I've got all the rights and am looking for a publisher.
Lorien: Just saw Phil P last week in Goshen Indiana
L. Bill Rubbered: Now I get it! Rabbitts, eggs: symbols of futility!
JaxMandrake: I made a couple of Firesign youtube videos, all performed by the voices in my head
Elayne: FYI, tonight's Silly Site, about to be posted on my blog: http://awkwardchatbot.com/
cs: good news, phil
jahgust: You saw Phil Pee in Goshen? Is he aware of this?
jaz: Want to know how to make an atractive bookend out of a shoe box and a brick?
cs: lucky you, Lorien
Principalpoop: won't take over the house like the high speed vibrating clock
doctecazoid: phil i think it would sell well - good luck in search for publisher!
PABO: BearManor?
Lorien: Yeah, we were standing at adjacent urinals
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "9:53 PM and late as usual, it's More Sugar!, just back from Billville."
jahgust: Sounds like art of the insane!
doctecazoid: bare minor
Bozo Bob: It would sell well at my house.
Pukka: Is that an aiml chat it?
JaxMandrake: jahgust: he might have seen Phil Pee ON Goshen...
L. Bill Rubbered: Now there's Hamburger Helper all over the highway in Mystic, Connecticutt.
Dexter Fong: I heard Phil pee once, like a mouse on cotton it was
Pukka: *bot
cs: a great compendium for the recent released 60s scripts
Principalpoop: close the curtain fred
Merciful Lee Dickens: Thanks for the laughs, Phil! Got every word memorized. And a horrible nervous tic. And now must away. toodles
||||||||| Around 9:54 PM, Merciful Lee Dickens walks off into the sunset...
jahgust: Catherwood fetch the hairdryer!
||||||||| Catherwood gets the hairdryer.
||||||||| Persperius sneaks in around 9:55 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
doctecazoid: money is really thin right now, gonna place orders for all the new stuff 4/1. not hot doggin ya here.
JaxMandrake: careful, merci... that sunset is hot and it might fall
L. Bill Rubbered: Not another paisly day-glo one...
Elayne: Thanks again, Tween, always a good listen.
jaz: I AM ASLEEP!
Persperius: Made it from my own sandals!
JaxMandrake: if you push something hard enough it will fall over - Fudd's first law of opposition
Rufus_T_Firetween: http://firesigntheatre.com/pressrel/20130320.html
Elayne: Hey everyone, stop shouting, DON'T WAKE JAZ! :)
EWeston: Has anyone got anything for an acid stomch?
L. Bill Rubbered: That's not a sunset, that's a Tzar bomb!
Elayne: Thanks for the link, Tween - I'll be going for books 2 and 3 as I already have both Big Books.
||||||||| jaz rushes off, saying "9:56 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
Captain Equinox: I have Exorcism and Profiles already. Just pre-ordered Marching to Shibboleth this week.
Principalpoop: radio satirists, do they have vacuum tubes for horns on their heads?
jahgust: Yep just waiting on a postal order so I can order th books!
PABO: Bar BQ is a good read.
doctecazoid: I get mystic just holding your hand
George Stevens: Yeah, but 1 is a hardcover edition, E.
Elayne: Captain E, those are the two I'm ordering, Shibboleth is a compilation of the two books I have.
doctecazoid: (in johnny mathis voice)

[Catherwood]

[part 7 of 19]
jahgust: I'm very essited...
Elayne: I know, George S, but I'm too old, hardcovers hurt my hands. :)
L. Bill Rubbered: Just finished Finnegans Wake on mushrooms...
George Stevens: I hear you, Ms. e!
cs: 76? I heard it in 75
ferret: yay!
Principalpoop: rollings maidens, oki doki
Elayne: By the way folks, Tween is now playing Roller Maidens, in honor of tonight's guest.
Captain Equinox: I understand, E. I have Big Book of Plays, but never got Big Mystery Joke Book.
PABO: Big Joke Book was good, also
DJTween: Did I get the date of Roller Maidens right?
DJTween: Yeah, think I'm off by a couple of years
doctecazoid: i want shibbloeth for the new artwork. proctor does some great work, domm is a prime example
Merlyn: 1974
George Stevens: The DOMM book is just terrific.
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and snorts derisively "Presenting 'pNose II', just granted probation at 9:59 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
doctecazoid: djtween: you're having a date with a roller maiden? i'm wet with compassion.
Elayne: Well, maybe someone can get it for me as a gift. :)
cs: it is splendid, george
DJTween: heheh
Captain Equinox: First printing of Marching is in Hardcover!
L. Bill Rubbered: This Roller Maiden thing, it's not just for aliens anymore.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
EWeston: Some good music on this, u, beauty.
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 10:00 PM and bob bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Principalpoop: red greenback and the blue boys oh my
doctecazoid: the pre-orders for shibboleth have been very gratifying to track
JaxMandrake: but what time is it in Duckburg?
doctecazoid: good numbers
Principalpoop: come on jesus
PABO: Phil has a 'biggie' next month, standing on my head . . . 27?
Principalpoop: toe tapper
Elayne: Wow, 10 pee-em already. I need to detox from work. At least I Just finished dinner.
Elayne: I love you all, but I need to leave. Next week, then!
||||||||| Elayne says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Elayne exits at 10:00 PM.
Principalpoop: night E
Dexter Fong: Night E
George Stevens: Bye E!
doctecazoid: e, glad to see you hear
cs: by el
Captain Equinox: Bye, E!
L. Bill Rubbered: Time is not quantity, but is being in time...just ask the Axis...
PABO: Bye E
Rufus_T_Firetween: Roller Maidens From Outer Space - http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=rm
jahgust: Night E!
doctecazoid: have a gooooood eeeeeevening
EWeston: Comon Jesus!
bob: what did i miss?
L. Bill Rubbered: fare thee well...
bob: what did i miss?
doctecazoid: zip and she's gone
JaxMandrake: it's midnight in Metropolis, it's noon in Gotham, it's eight oh nine in Duckburg and it's hours since we ate, so... LEEEEEEET'S EAT!!!!
Captain Equinox: Time to go. Bye, All!
Merlyn: just open the log link bob, the whole chat is there
Pukka: The quartering of the inverse into active and passive principles... Easily missed
PABO: But clever, though .. .
Principalpoop: ciao capt
||||||||| "10:02 PM? 10:02 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Two Story Man should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Two Story Man enters and sits in front of the fireplace.
George Stevens: Hey, it's Coke Infante!
L. Bill Rubbered: I feel like I'm zero years old...
Principalpoop: tao me
DJTween: I was off by two years. This album was released in 1974
||||||||| Captain Equinox rushes off, saying "10:03 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
Two Story Man: I was stuck on the first story.
PABO: Timeless
JaxMandrake: would ya'll believe that I've been a Firesign fan since before I was even born?
Two Story Man: So I just killed Flotsam off and got on with it on my own. What's been brewing? A brouhaha?
Dexter Fong: Sure! I was there!!
doctecazoid: off topic: propellerheads take reason to the next level ... reason 7 is in beta testing, gonna give it a whirl this weekend
ge||ge: That was Zen... THIS is tao.
doctecazoid: propellerhease.se
EWeston: With surealism you get split level, and extra corners.
Pukka: Tao me up
doctecazoid: propellerheads.se sorry
Dexter Fong: And more room for your stuff
L. Bill Rubbered: i didn't realize the timeline went back before zero, until it was revealed to me by the pyramid...you know the one...
||||||||| 10:04 PM: P Q Nukem 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!"
doctecazoid: space the final front tier
JaxMandrake: the one with the ever widening hole in it?
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - Phil Austin's "Roller Maidens From Outer Space" - listen at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u'
George Stevens: Anybody know if the old oz shows are available or if they will be?
||||||||| dr whiplash enters at 10:05 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and scurries off to the Hat Pack Annex.
||||||||| "10:05 PM? 10:05 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Woody 1 should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Woody 1 enters and sits on the couch.
L. Bill Rubbered: Dat's it!
Principalpoop: hey woody
Dexter Fong: Hey Woody
DJTween: Hi Woody
ge||ge: Florida is close enough for ever W Holes
Woody 1: Helllooo!
||||||||| Catherwood ushers flurry inside, makes a note of the time (10:05 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
doctecazoid: had a hilarious conversation with lili today - she asks me if the super bowl had occurred yet (she does not follow hockey)
L. Bill Rubbered: Hoy hoy! Walter!
JaxMandrake: I hope the Magic Mushroom shows will one day be made available
cs: phil might know, george
doctecazoid: i said yeah - she remembered the ravens won
PABO: Could Wood Can
JaxMandrake: as well as the Case of the Missing Yolk and Martian Space Party on DVD
L. Bill Rubbered: When do the chicken wings arrive?
Pukka: She didnt know it was baseball?
jahgust: Yeh what Jaz sez!
doctecazoid: ergo: she does not know the super bowl has happened, but she knows who won. i love shit like that..
Merlyn: I love this bit
||||||||| Catherwood escorts deej into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mutters something about 10:06 PM, then departs.
P Q Nukem: Are the Turks being properly representeod here? I mean is there anything to be squared away with?

[Catherwood]

[part 8 of 19]
Woody 1: Mr. Austin, I presume? A pleasure.
Dexter Fong: I thought the Sugar Bowl was where Porgy and Mudhead hung out
PABO: Bring The Pork Chop, God!
Principalpoop: you presume? watching top gear?
L. Bill Rubbered: Winter is caused by killing turkeys.
doctecazoid: is the internet an incarnation of w.a.l.t.e.r.?
JaxMandrake: Quid Malmborg In Plano
doctecazoid: seems like it to me
Pukka: The Tirebiters liely have a box seat
cs: prophetic horse pie joke or what?
Woody 1: This is Walter.
PABO: Plano Texas?
Dexter Fong: Doc: You're thinking of NSA
doctecazoid: i love how people encouraged to 'like' things on facebook don't have a clue their likes are being tracked
JaxMandrake: the Natural Surrealism Association?
||||||||| Catherwood leads MichaelHatton inside, makes a note of the time (10:08 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
L. Bill Rubbered: I hear Fat Baby Floyd ticklin' those ivories.
JaxMandrake: I'm a dedicated Surrealist!
P Q Nukem: Those Turks have a "look" about them. A most feral ethnicity.
doctecazoid: guaranteed annual year
Woody 1: I can be anyone at this point of the evening.
||||||||| Outside, the 10:09 PM crosstown bus from Elmertown pulls away, leaving subdominant coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
PABO: So many could get bored following me (?)
ge||ge: Had relatives in Plano, TX. Earlyish last century.
ferret: isn't that Pink Floyd Cramer?
doctecazoid: woody 1 can be anyone with a woody
P Q Nukem: You still are, anyone that is, this evening.
DJTween: Phil, as an occasional fan of country music I have to say you did a wonderful job with tunes on this album :)
PABO: Let alone, like--d
Dexter Fong: ferret: which one is Floyd
doctecazoid: pink uncle floyd
L. Bill Rubbered: He should crawl on to the mediant before he becomes flatted...
||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Persperius - dead from the yaws
||||||||| More Sugar! - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Clem - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Eutychus - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| bibibaroque - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Bozo Bob - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Ralph - dead from jaundice
||||||||| never odd or even - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| TheSloth(TM) - dead from The Plague

||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...

Woody 1: "Run, rabbit run."
Dexter Fong: Major reaping
doctecazoid: they're dripping like flies
Principalpoop: lotta yaws y'all
DJTween: The Reaper reapeth
PABO: The Dead are upon us
George Stevens: Switchblades and pitchforks - i played that for my kids when they were little little - always made them happy!
ferret: killed 7 with one blow
doctecazoid: i love that song
PABO: The Sitting Dead
Dexter Fong: Poop: What's yaws?
Principalpoop: what is it not?
L. Bill Rubbered: Red Greenback and the Blue Boys...
JaxMandrake: nobody died from denghi fever... this time
doctecazoid: what is it knot?
George Stevens: Doc, I agree. It's just a great song, period.
JaxMandrake: dengue fever, I correct myself
Woody 1: Can't count the times DSOTM was played.
EWeston: Nothing yellow about them!
doctecazoid: not to mention a great period song
||||||||| 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 Eyeball hat gets out at 10:11 PM.
P Q Nukem: Dead from all those Dead shows, ahhhhhhhhh, what a wat to go...
ferret: enjoyed that, but dislike country in general
doctecazoid: no doubt about it - i gotta get me another hat
Principalpoop: tween likes country and western
L. Bill Rubbered: Pardon me, I have someone to kill...very popular these days...
JaxMandrake: I'm not sure how I'll die - either I'll be shot dead by a 'fan' of my comedy or I'll die of bacon poisoning
doctecazoid: they're dead now but live on in steeereo high five...
ferret: hey Rocky, watch me pull a rabbi outta my hat!
PABO: A cool fedora, Tom?
George Stevens: Again?!
Woody 1: Played it last night on the anniversary 180gm lp. Sounded great.
doctecazoid: silly rabbi - kicks are for trids
||||||||| P Q Nukem rushes off, saying "10:13 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
JaxMandrake: oy vey
Principalpoop: shouldn;t that be yamika?
P. Austin : Ok, here I am. Ready for any questions I might have missed.
doctecazoid: wow - that's some anniversary
George Stevens: THAT takes me back, Doc!
L. Bill Rubbered: The Sounds of India, by Rabbi Shankar...
doctecazoid: what makes america ingrates?
Dexter Fong: Okay phil, First question: Where were you?
JaxMandrake: who am us anyway?
jahgust: Hey Phil! Or is Be Bop inna house?
PABO: A Pre-Birthday Best Wishes, Phil!!
ferret: ipso nomini patri....... gotta get a new hat
Principalpoop: everybody have the same dream at the same time, fire balls
P. Austin : I was somewhere.
JaxMandrake: the adventure of where were we
doctecazoid: that's some where ya got there
subdominant: probably a Tropical Paradise!
George Stevens: Phil doesn't know, he wasn't listening!
Dexter Fong: Phil: You need to be less numb and vague
P. Austin : Bebop wants to go home,
EWeston: With lots of interesting sound effects?
Principalpoop: memories, like the cobwebs in my mind, hehe
ferret: well your location kept me laughing for quite some time Mr. A
L. Bill Rubbered: Braapp!!!Eeeee... hurthday.
DJTween: Phil - Someone was asking if the mushroom plays might get the same treatment as DoM?
doctecazoid: firesign theatre or someone like them - hit or myth?
jahgust: Poor guy always gets stuck covering for Shelob.

[Catherwood]

[part 9 of 19]
JaxMandrake: that was me, Tween
DJTween: am I right, folks?
PABO: Somebody fart here??
Dexter Fong: Sure Tween
George Stevens: Yes, Tween. And the old oz shows.
P. Austin : Where is the Queen of the Night?
Dexter Fong snickers
jahgust: Indeed Tween!
JaxMandrake: Miss Shelob is feelin' poorly
Principalpoop: i think he said he has the rights and is looking for a publisher, maybe
doctecazoid: she's logging in now
||||||||| Catherwood enters with LiliLamont close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 10:16 PM tree-stunting plans, and hurries off to the vestibule.
PABO: E left a few minutes ago
Woody 1: Mr. Austin: You are so awesome. I'm sure you've never heard that before. "Is this the end, or is it only the beginning? No--it's the end."
Principalpoop: E left, she had a tough job, sleeping soon
Dexter Fong: Hi Lili
JaxMandrake: we're bringing the war back home
Principalpoop: hi lili
PABO: Lil, Howdy!!
jahgust: Hey Lil!
subdominant: I'm MORE than satisfied, here in Tudor Nightmare Village...
P. Austin : I'm looking for a publisher as opposed to doing it myself. Long stories and short stories.
PABO: Good to read you.
Merlyn: Phil coined "hipster"?
Dexter Fong: sub: Have you been locked in by armed mimes?
LiliLamont: Hi, guys. doc told me that Phil was lurking about and it's been a long time since I joined you. I've been spending a lot of time on twitter, being political and spouting my opinions.
PABO: Beaver Teeth, too??
cs: i'm sure there's an audience, phil
subdominant: tucked in nightly and dreaming of fortune tellers and galleons
P. Austin : Y
LiliLamont: Hi, Poop, Pabo.
PABO: A lot going on, today, Lil?
EWeston: twitter seems to be a coming thing in politics.
PABO: Thanx
Rufus_T_Firetween: Roller Maidens From Outer Space at Wiki - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roller_Maidens_from_Outer_Space
P. Austin : Love that Lilly Lamont
jahgust: I agree with Cat. I'll buy that in a heartbeep!
doctecazoid: she is the zeitgeist babe (@zeitgeistbabe)
Woody 1: Phil:. Just say hello. It would mean alot.
L. Bill Rubbered: Hey mister! Wait for me! Name that tune...
||||||||| 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 Beet plummets into the garden at 10:19 PM.
Principalpoop: hello woody 1
Woody 1: Love you guys.
LiliLamont: Hi, Phil! EWeston, there was an item on NPR about how influential it has become. It has become a global town square.
EWeston: fine rant approaching.
P. Austin : Hey woody. Hello indeed,
LiliLamont: Phil, so good to see you here.
P. Austin : Hi Lil and Doc
doctecazoid: of course the global village has its own town square now
PABO: Spring has Sprung, finally, with everything else, I hope.
Woody 1: Woah!. Awesome. I wrote a book.
Dexter Fong: It just needs a town hipster
Principalpoop: i will become a global idiot
LiliLamont: I'm up to 923 followers on twitter and I'm a mere peasant in the twitterverse. But a peasant with a voice.
JaxMandrake: it takes a village to raise the dead
L. Bill Rubbered: The Global Village is going private...
doctecazoid: spring has sprung the grass has riz i wonder where the flowers is?
cs: good for you, woody
subdominant: hey, are they taking app's for global village idiot?
Woody 1: Thanks, cs..
P. Austin : Let's go with Spring. Can't wait. I've got seeds in the g reenshouse going.
subdominant: gotta have better benies than I got
Principalpoop: any plans to translate the albums into chinese? mandarin or whatever other? hehe
LiliLamont: Sub: That's already been taken by the GOP.
ferret: am sending a resume as we speak
EWeston: I've been posting at Media matters for about 5 years. It has a good reputation.
doctecazoid: it snowed here today - flurries but enough to stick to the bushes
JaxMandrake: GOP - God's Own Party?
George Stevens: Spring is still a bit away here in D.C. - in the 30s today :(
doctecazoid: we are on the coast, inland they still have a layer of snow on everything
Dexter Fong: Poop: No Chinese, but Esperanto
Principalpoop: i got banned from daily kos and red state, can't please anybody
L. Bill Rubbered: Ahh, Spring, when a young man's fancy turns to large-capacity ammo clips...
cs: people asked phil a question when he was gone. can anyone remember what you asked?
P. Austin : Everything,'s ready to g
DJTween: lol
doctecazoid: co-worker living near the ct/ma border showed me pix of his house - there's
ferret: thank you Mr. Austin, for tweaking my tiny brain, loved firesign then, love it now.
Woody 1: Awesome on on the greenhouse, Phil. My wife is a master gardener.
doctecazoid: oops
LiliLamont: Phil, I used to garden. had a garden in Mountain Home, Idaho when I was stationed there. And then one in Plattsburgy, NY. When I moved to CT and to Milford, there was a garden plot and my now ex seeded it with grass. Grrrr....
jahgust: I was in a banned once...
doctecazoid: co-worker still has a foot of snow where he is
cs: nonrth van is strangely sunny today. gives me sunny thoughts
MichaelHatton: What kind of seeds, Phil?
ferret: bye all.
Principalpoop: ah esperanto, tres bueno danke
subdominant: and the Ban rolled on...
JaxMandrake: phil: not a question but a notification - I made two videos of the voices in my head reciting favourite Firesign routines
Principalpoop: ciao ferret
P. Austin : Im pretty much a farmer these daze
EWeston: The Disqus system will get you onto a number of left and rightwing sites.s
LiliLamont: Bon nuit, ferret. You are leaving?
PABO: T care Ferr
L. Bill Rubbered: I have an avocado tree, in honor of Tom Selleck.
doctecazoid: got to get back to the garden
Principalpoop: in danish the phrase is that they have green fingers, rather than just green thumbs
Rufus_T_Firetween: Raising dental floss, Phil?
||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Pukka - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Friar Beepo - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| pNose II - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| flurry - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| deej - dead from the yaws

[Catherwood]

[part 10 of 19]

||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...

doctecazoid: i live inside my head - it's cramped but cozy
JaxMandrake: Phil isn't Frank Zappa, Rufus
PABO: If I can only keep the deer out of the garden
cs: I'm reading Too Much Magic by James Howard Kunstler now. If he's right, we'll all have to become farmers again
Rufus_T_Firetween: ah...
LiliLamont: Rufus, i don't think he's in Montana.
cs: My parents couldn't wait to leave the farm, but always gardened.
jahgust: Phil reaps and sows...like the night!
L. Bill Rubbered: There's gardens, and there's Hell...
Rufus_T_Firetween: Expecting a breakdown in society, cease?
Principalpoop: milk comes from a carton, and spinich from a can
JaxMandrake: Hellmouth, CA
LiliLamont: Based on the price of chicken coops at Williams-Sonoma, I think yu have to have bucks to be a farmer. At least an urban farmer.
doctecazoid: i bought the restored finnegan's wake recently - pulled out my old 'skeleton key' and 'readers guide' vols - intend to get through the tome before i die
subdominant: got me some Jimson weed growin' down by the road
jahgust: I'm with Cat on that one...matter of time it seems...
cs: you might be better serverd writing your own book, doc
Dexter Fong: Doc: After you finish Finegans, you might try the Rosetta Stones
L. Bill Rubbered: I'm reading FW backwards and upside-down this time.
P. Austin : Pumpkins, corn, ornamental corn, peas, beans, Scarlett runners ( also beans) peas chives, pinto beans, burgundy beans,
ge||ge: Good by Fair Root.
JaxMandrake: I've written my own book but I need a publisher
doctecazoid: wow, that's impressive phil
Merlyn: ready for the zombie apocalypse
Principalpoop: wow, no tomatoes?
LiliLamont: There is a new book out that was reviewed on NPR, The DrunkenBotanist, about plants that are used to make alcohol in its various guises.
doctecazoid: hope the crop is good this season
George Stevens: Well, it's been fun, all. Thanks for allowing me to participate. Mr. Austin, i owe you more than I can ever repay. Grid bless you! Good night!
||||||||| George Stevens leaves to catch the 10:27 PM train to Philadelphia.
Principalpoop: ciao george
jahgust: Wow the salads must look trippy!
doctecazoid: he left, bye geoege
Dexter Fong: Night Mr. Stevens
EWeston: By George.
LiliLamont: Pinto beans? I'm so used to buying them dried in one pound bags.
TMC27: Hiya friends, what time is it where you are? It's 7:28 in Seattle!
L. Bill Rubbered: Mustard greens, the crinkly kind...
doctecazoid: by the gorge
cs: by george
Woody 1: Phil: I can pick your voice out of the many of the Firesign Crew. My condolences for your friend back in last March.
cs: stay curious
PABO: Later, George . .
Dexter Fong: Catherwood, what time is it
||||||||| Catherwood says "It's precisely 10:28 PM!"
P. Austin : Night George. Loved your dad 's films
||||||||| Symptom 6 enters at 10:29 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and hurries off to the Haberdashery Barn.
jahgust: By George...I've got it!
Principalpoop: loved your sister connie
doctecazoid: lol phil - yeah great legacy there
Dexter Fong: YOu certainly have
JaxMandrake: it's been so long since my last trip to Shoplifter's Market
EWeston: 7:28 in Port Orchard, Strange how that time thingie works.
doctecazoid: and brother ray
Principalpoop: lol
Dexter Fong: But you'll always be the kingfish to me
Rufus_T_Firetween: Roller Maidens From Outer Space - http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=rm-ln
P. Austin : Woody: thx. That guy is dead, it turns out. Very sad
Woody 1: Loved Peter.
L. Bill Rubbered: Loved those sexy rollermaidens...
JaxMandrake: this week's specials: squirrel squares from road ready flat snax, velcro macaroni (sticks to the outside of your ribs) and stupid belgian waffle hats
TMC27: Got it on vinyl, should buy it on CD too...
Symptom 6: News News News: I just did an interview with the famous Mr. Austin.
L. Bill Rubbered: My mother actually ate squirrel.
Dexter Fong: Jax: Got any Spectral wafers?
Principalpoop: lucky rocky
subdominant: Flaming Death Squirrel!
cs: peter's recorded brilliance lives on. few can say that
P. Austin : Ooooona did the visuals for squirrel squares
jahgust: Phil, Phil P. has been talking about dreaming of Peter lately. Have you had any visitations as such?
EWeston: I loved those hats. They deserved a chatper in the Koma Sutra.
Symptom 6: It will air on WBAI-FM, NY and stream live on WBAI.org on March 31st
LiliLamont: Tom and I met Peter's daughter, Lily, last year. She looks just like her dad, except she has hair and she's pretty. And very smart.
doctecazoid: nice job on those visuals
Principalpoop: country people, city people, everybody come
TMC27: Oh Snap, Lilly ;)
JaxMandrake: sold out of spectral wafers and sanitary napkin rings
doctecazoid: the conversation between my dad and lily was priceless
Dexter Fong: Symptom: What will air on BAI?
cs: lol. very true lili. we shared breakfast last spring in kirkland.
doctecazoid: dad's a dyed in the wool conservative - lily is not - it was a great point/counterpoint exchange
cs: i look forward to a world with her contributions to it.
DJTween: Remember to help Peter Bergman's daughter with her college experience by donating to the Lily Bergman College fund - http://firesigntheatre.com/lilyfund/
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies beefheart in through the front door at 10:33 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
PABO: Hope BAI gets their studio, after flooding from Sandy
doctecazoid: hey captain
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 10:33 PM and JoeBob waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Symptom 6: I hope you all tune in on early Sunday morning 1-3 AM (late Sat night)
JaxMandrake: btw, anyone who isn't aware: radiofreeoz.com seems to be gone
Woody 1: That ususally happens with the ones you love. They stay in your life and dreams.
Principalpoop: capt beefheart, that is a blast from the past
JoeBob: mmmm...yummy grape...
Symptom 6: We had a wide ranging discussion about all things Firesign!!
beefheart: Hello Bozos
doctecazoid: i saw you baby dancin' in your x-ray gingham dress
JoeBob: Captain Beefheart is from my town! Lancaster, CA!
LiliLamont: Pardon me, boys. Is that the vodka tonic choo-choo? BRB.
doctecazoid: i knew you were under duress
TMC27: Sadness on the domain expiration.
doctecazoid: i knew you were under your dress
subdominant: hello beefmeister
JaxMandrake: take your hand out from under my duress
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and snorts derisively "Presenting 'OrpheusStain', just granted probation at 10:34 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Symptom 6: We will also be avilable on the WBAI.org archives for 2 weeks after air date