A Firesign Chat for Jun 19, 2014 [13 parts]

[Catherwood]

[part 1 of 13]
HTML version at
http://www.firesigntheatre.com/chat/logs/fstchat_20140619.html

||||||||| 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 June 19, 2014 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| DJTweeny waltzes in at 7:39 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
||||||||| New notice: '** There will be a Firesign Theatre/US Plus Stimulcast starting at 9pm EST this evening. Warm-up music begins around 8:45pmET **'
||||||||| New notice: '** There will be a Firesign Theatre/US Plus Stimulcast starting at 9pmET this evening. Warm-up music begins around 8:45pmET **'
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 8 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 8:08 PM, dragging revjim by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Firehead?"
revjim: revjim shall return at the appointed hour !
||||||||| It's 8:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| revjim - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood leads Woody 1 into the room, accepts a jar of pennies as a gratuity, mutters something about 8:31 PM, then departs.
||||||||| New notice: '** There will be a Firesign Theatre/US Plus Stimulcast starting at 9pmET this evening. Warm-up music begins around 8:45pmET - you can join the streams now (no audio yet - just a chance for everybody to get connected) at 128k at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k for dial-up users at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u (streaming server graciously provided by Radio Free Dishnuts - www.dishnuts.net) **'
DJTweeny: Hi Woody
Woody 1: I was worried that no one would hear me. Hey, DJ
DJTweeny: 'If a Firehead posts in the chat, and no one reads it...'
Woody 1: I'm so PC Illiterate. How do I check out this stimulcast? Just click on the link above?
DJTweeny: Yes
DJTweeny: no audio now
DJTweeny: will be in a couple of minutes
DJTweeny: It should open in whatever program you've set up to play internet streams
||||||||| "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!"
DJTweeny: perhaps windows media player
||||||||| Catherwood leads b1ueskyz inside, makes a note of the time (8:37 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "8:37 PM and late as usual, it's Joe Beets, just back from Wichita."
DJTweeny: Hi blueskyz
DJTweeny: Hi Joe
DJTweeny: you can go ahead and get connected to the stream
DJTweeny: there will be music in a couple of minutes
Woody 1: My brother and I had an extensive conversation about FT. They're amazing. Sometimes I can't figure out who is doing what vocals.
b1ueskyz: Thx. First visit.
||||||||| Flip bounds in at 8:39 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
DJTweeny: Hi Flip
DJTweeny: Some of the character voices do blend
Woody 1: Which link?
||||||||| 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."
DJTweeny: 128k or 16k - at the top of the page in the notification area
DJTweeny: depends on how good your internet service is
Woody 1: I know Proctor's and I was surprised to find out Ossman did Porgy.
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and pipes up "Presenting 'Sector R', just granted probation at 8:41 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Flip: howdy
DJTweeny: Mudhead is rather obviously Bergman
||||||||| elpoptart bounds in at 8:41 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
DJTweeny: Hi Sector R
DJTweeny: Hi elpoptart
Sector R: howdy
Woody 1: Oh yeah.
DJTweeny: but I have noticed that Ossman and Proctor's character voices can be similar at times
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - Warm Up Music (Live Steppenwolf) - listen to the stream at 128k at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k for dial-up users at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u (streaming server graciously provided by Radio Free Dishnuts - www.dishnuts.net) **'
||||||||| "8:43 PM? 8:43 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Clem should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Clem enters and sits in the comfy chair.
DJTweeny: Hi Clem
Woody 1: Bozos is a scramble I think. That's the one that confused us with all the special effects.
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies phineas in through the front door at 8:44 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
||||||||| Catherwood enters with sound man close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 8:44 PM tree-stunting plans, and rushes off to the vestibule.
DJTweeny: Hi phineas
DJTweeny: Hi sound man
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Fred flocker inside, makes a note of the time (8:45 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
DJTweeny: Hi Fred
Woody 1: Hey, Clem.
Fred flocker: Hi everybody
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:47 PM and EWeston sashays out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
DJTweeny: Hi EW
Woody 1: I'm clicking in to the stimalcast.
EWeston: Evenin Tweeny starfall on what ever planet we's on.
DJTweeny: Spaceship Earth
Fred flocker: I'm on the tardis with Chris Eccleston
EWeston: Saw a neat article on current star drive work this week
Sector R: gdamn the pusher!
DJTweeny: that would be quite a ride, Fred
Fred flocker: It's a wierd trip especially with steppenwolf playing too
DJTweeny: musical time-warp
Fred flocker: Goddam that Dr. Man
Woody 1: Can't find where the first one downloaded to.
||||||||| Catherwood leads cbdc into the room, accepts three dimes as a gratuity, mutters something about 8:52 PM, then departs.
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies cease into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 8:52 PM, then departs.
DJTweeny: Hi cbdc
DJTweeny: Hey cease
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and snorts derisively "Presenting 'F. Burnoose (was ccjctwo)', just granted probation at 8:52 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
DJTweeny: Woody, what program do you usually use for streaming?
cbdc: Can we talk here?
DJTweeny: Hi Burnoose
cease: i'm on a different computer and can't get sound
cbdc: wecan'ttalkhere
||||||||| revjim enters at 8:53 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and hurries off to the Haberdashery Barn.
DJTweeny: "He says he can shout, don't hear you."
DJTweeny: Hi jim
EWeston: Semaphore or smoke signals as desired
Sector R: what?
cbdc: Hey gang-a friend of mine just shared this link-incredible to find this going on.
F. Burnoose (was ccjctwo): Hey DJ!
revjim: howdy !
||||||||| 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!"
EWeston: Don't let your brain wander
Sector R: get your motor running
||||||||| It's 8:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| phineas - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Clem - dead from the fiddlers

[Catherwood]

[part 2 of 13]
||||||||| Joe Beets - dead from the yaws

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

DJTweeny: Reaped so early... sad
EWeston: Power your personal convenience with naptha!
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Waldo close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 8:55 PM tree-stunting plans, and hurries off to the Aviary.
||||||||| "8:55 PM? 8:55 PM!!" says Catherwood, "guy goodman should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as guy goodman enters and sits on the divan.
Fred flocker: Sweet mugs!
cbdc: Catherwood must be soooo tired-
||||||||| Catherwood walks alongside cbdc and says "Would you like something?"
||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'rocky', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:56 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary...
cbdc: Susan Underhill?
DJTweeny: Hi Waldo, goodman, rocky
EWeston: How bout a gerilla?
rocky: hi!
Woody 1: No one is entirely sure exactly what is for sure.
Waldo: Studying trees...
cease: this is annoying. i used to be able to listen on this computer before
DJTweeny: any luck, woody?
EWeston: Or where it comes from
Woody 1: No. You?
DJTweeny: What program do you usually stream with?
DJTweeny: play streams, that is
elpoptart: foobar
cbdc: I'm using iTunes
rocky: if i lived here, i'd be home by now...
EWeston: That's easy for you to say
||||||||| Catherwood walks up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'W.A.L.T.E.R.', just granted probation at 8:59 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
cease: the other computer had an audio programme not on this one, forget the name. so i have ms media player hwich always worked before. nothing now.
DJTweeny: Woody?
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'squeeze_the_wheeze', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:59 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary...
DJTweeny: Hi Walter
||||||||| Catherwood tosses another cheese log on the fire and intones, "If you want to keep the cornstarch off your mukluks this season, buy a hoodie or a sweatshirt at the Firesign corner Cafepress store."
EWeston: Where am I walter!
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
DJTweeny: Hi squeeze
Woody 1: I mentioned that I'm an illiterate pc weirdo. I don't stream. I need help from helpful fish.
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, June 19, 2014 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
W.A.L.T.E.R.: Roll a couple bomber please, Catherwood.
||||||||| Catherwood steps alongside W.A.L.T.E.R. and asks "Would you like something?"
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 9:00 PM, dragging Mr. Bark Bark by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
||||||||| Porgy steals in around 9:00 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident."
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and announces "Announcing 'Captain Equinox', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:00 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom...
squeeze_the_wheeze: hi'ya friends
DJTweeny: Can any of you Windows users help woody out connecting to the stream?
||||||||| "Hey Captain Equinox!" ... Captain Equinox turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 9:00 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
DJTweeny: Hi Bark, Captain
W.A.L.T.E.R.: Couple bombers, please?
||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and intones "Announcing 'Captain Equinox', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:00 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom...
EWeston: Keep on camera folks
Captain Equinox: Hiya, Kiddos!
||||||||| Catherwood ushers shoes for the dead into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mutters something about 9:00 PM, then departs.
DJTweeny: Hi shoes
shoes for the dead: Howdy
EWeston: Hey Shoes
Mr. Bark Bark: Don't run in the trenches!
cease: ok i'll leave this one and try another computer
Sector R: howdy
EWeston: How's things in the hills R
rocky: shoes for industry...
Woody 1: Surely Capt. Equinox may help.

||||||||| 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!"

Sector R: gloubner's disease?
W.A.L.T.E.R.: This is Walter...this is Walter...I am listening was not before
EWeston: He had a rough solest
||||||||| Catherwood leads gds inside, makes a note of the time (9:02 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Sector R: it sucks, they never come up here
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Principalpoop in through the front door at 9:02 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
EWeston: Yes darlin I'm in pain! Cripples on the radio
Sector R: news was a bit slow back then
shoes for the dead: I got a Mark Time shirt for father's day!
EWeston: Oh hi Pooper
Mr. Bark Bark: And guess whose turn it is now!
Principalpoop: i hear noise
Principalpoop: tween, the skype pimp
shoes for the dead: better than smelling it
Woody 1: lemme try and find what I downloaded. Jeeeze!
W.A.L.T.E.R.: Fuck you!
elpoptart O
EWeston: Glooberners Desease stwikes again
Principalpoop: thanks
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'InTheWood', just granted probation at 9:04 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
W.A.L.T.E.R.: What is a Reality?
W.A.L.T.E.R.: A?
Mr. Bark Bark: That'd be a good Father's Day present, a T-shirt like that.
EWeston: It's in recovery
Principalpoop: reality is a crutch
elpoptart: Eat it raw!
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 9:04 PM, dragging George Tirebiter by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yo-yo?"
F. Burnoose (was ccjctwo): This is one of my favorite albums, whatever they were . . .
cbdc: Raw raw raw
Mr. Bark Bark: And we're not afraid of it.
InTheWood: Greetings, fellow kids!
Principalpoop: no no no, when a reefer was too small, it burned your fingers so you used pliers
EWeston: I like my reality with a nice sause, and a little butter
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "9:05 PM and late as usual, it's Merlyn, just back from Elmertown."
F. Burnoose (was ccjctwo): Wikipedia avers that the title is a Dylan reference.
elpoptart: play stream with foobar
W.A.L.T.E.R.: Hello Earthlings everywhere.
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Nabby into the room, accepts a jar of pennies as a gratuity, mutters something about 9:05 PM, then departs.
George Tirebiter: My all time favorite!

[Catherwood]

[part 3 of 13]
Mr. Bark Bark: You people are SO superstitious!
Principalpoop: it is magic
DJTweeny: Hey Merlyn
DJTweeny: Hi Nabby
shoes for the dead: hey Merlyn
Merlyn: hey dj
EWeston: Come out with your tentacles up
shoes for the dead: and Nabby
Nabby: Groovnin' all!
DJTweeny: I'll check out the Wiki, thanks
Nabby: Hi Tweeny
||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and intones "Announcing 'tigerdog', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:06 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary...
Mr. Bark Bark: Darling Nabby.
Principalpoop: i see paris and I see france, i see merlyn and nabby entered together
elpoptart: i've been up for a week!
cease: tween, post the url for the sound stream here pleaSE. I CANT SEE TOP ANY MORE
W.A.L.T.E.R.: Anyone been to Three Finger Mickey's?
shoes for the dead: only have ninetacles
F. Burnoose (was ccjctwo): (think that's where I saw it)
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - "DON'T CRUSH THAT DWARF, HAND ME THE PLIERS" - listen to the stream at 128k at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k for dial-up users at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u - THIS ALBUM MAY BE PURCHASED AT >> http://laughstore.stores.yahoo.net/firtheatdonc.html **'
Nabby: Whew just in time
DJTweeny: Hi tigerdog
cease: hi el
EWeston: Apply for your tentacle depleteion allowance, and your OBE
||||||||| 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 9:07 PM.
Principalpoop: grape or brown sugar cinnamon?
Nabby: Rufus T
Sector R: give me that feedback
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about "DON'T CRUSH THAT DWARF, HAND ME THE PLIERS" at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=dctd-rv
||||||||| Outside, the 9:07 PM uptown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving Moregard coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
revjim: I heard that the " dwarf" was your TV. And that " Don't crush that dwarf hand me the pliers" was meant to say that TV needed fixing, not destroying.
Principalpoop: its gonna be alright
George Tirebiter: It's gonna be alright!
Nabby: It's going to be alright tonight
InTheWood: ...of the blinding light!...
revjim: But then again, everything I know is wrong....
shoes for the dead: Dear Friends!!!!!
Fred flocker: alll RIGHT!
Principalpoop: i cannot see, look out for me
W.A.L.T.E.R.: The pliers were to change channels once the dial fell off.
Nabby: let's hear it for Leroy
Mr. Bark Bark: But he's coming down...
DJTweeny: Hi Moregard
EWeston: Get that organ looked at
Moregard: whew I'm late!
Fred flocker: I'm really a DC
Nabby: kchhhhh
Principalpoop: so the crushing is about what? one might crush a tiny joint remains
DJTweeny: There's shots for that now, right EW?
W.A.L.T.E.R.: I'm on the wrong album!
Mr. Bark Bark: LOL
shoes for the dead: and to pass the roaches (dwarfs)
cease: finally. mac works but keyboard too tiny
EWeston: I know I had one erks fine fine fine
Sector R: 93 octane
Principalpoop: over
Mr. Bark Bark: Marching to Shibboleth
Principalpoop: get thee behind me
Nabby: E!
Nabby: everybody sing
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Snappyhead inside, makes a note of the time (9:10 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Principalpoop: with the eagle and a sword
EWeston: Get off that triptyc
W.A.L.T.E.R.: The flaming Aford!
shoes for the dead: Lion
DJTweeny: That's interesting about Blonde On Blonde, Burnoose
DJTweeny: Hi Snappyheard
DJTweeny: *Snappyhead
shoes for the dead: the flaming ford
Nabby: ford or fjord
cease: how do i make these messages larger on a mac?
Nabby: Snappyhead
Captain Equinox: Rough as a Cob March
EWeston: Snappy herd, high speed cattle
DJTweeny: Command +, cease
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and announces "Presenting 'Finnius', just granted probation at 9:11 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Principalpoop: perhaps change the font in the sent to all menu place
DJTweeny: or you can use the Configue option in the popup menu
Finnius: Good Hello
Mr. Bark Bark: Laughing Cow cheese...
Nabby: Shall release
DJTweeny: Hi Finnius
cease: what symbol is command?
Nabby: Hi Finnius
Principalpoop: the apple?
DJTweeny: Cloverleaf
cease: the one with the apple on it?
EWeston: Giggleing toad brew
DJTweeny: yes
Sector R: let's eat
Nabby: we're hungry!
Nabby: let's eat
Principalpoop: let's eat
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
Mr. Bark Bark: I won't bite!
shoes for the dead: and we ate it!!!
||||||||| The TV flickers on, and Ralph Spoilsport appears: "How can you drive in two places at once when you don't have a genuine Ralph Spoilsport license plate frame? Get one for your car and one for the plate in your head!"
Nabby: hot dog!
EWeston: Morse Sugar
cease: +ah, thats a little better. now much better

[Catherwood]

[part 4 of 13]
Principalpoop: a might hot dog is our lord
Sector R: that pastor flash, what a motivator
Nabby: EW haha
Finnius: Was listening to some of the "Dear Friends" mp3's and thought i would join the chat. Was hoping it was still ongoing
DJTweeny: I guess the choice to play a Let's Eat episode later on was appropriate
||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign's NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!"
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 9:13 PM, dragging Beet by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Firehead?"
Beet: Looks like we have a nice crowd here tonoght. Howdy everyone.
Mr. Bark Bark: Ethel and Rosenberg are passing among you now...
DJTweeny: Hi Beet
Nabby: It's outgoing
Mr. Bark Bark: Heya, Joe!
Nabby: Hey Beet
Principalpoop: and schedule an appointment with your opthalmologist hehe
Merlyn: We're here every day on Thursday nights, Finnius
revjim: Howdy ! Which ways Goshen ?
||||||||| 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!"
W.A.L.T.E.R.: I am exiting Earth Wake...
"9:14 PM? 9:14 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Robbieryanlmf should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Robbieryanlmf enters and sits on the couch.
Nabby: thin thin thin
DJTweeny: Hi Robbier
Mr. Bark Bark: They never come up into the hills!
Principalpoop: shorts and quarts
cease: my regular computer was attacked a couple of days ago and is not currently among the liv ing
Sector R: but he said everywhere
Beet: Glad to see evryone esp the newcomers. Welcome
Robbieryanlmf: Hello, Dear Friends.
Sector R: damn
Finnius: thursdays...lol...nice. It was random that i happened on here...good to know
DJTweeny: sorry to hear, cease :(
EWeston: Hard on the outside crash resistnet on the inside
Principalpoop: a gramme is better than a damn
Mr. Bark Bark: Honorary aquarium parents Ralph Bunch and Ida Lupino...
DJTweeny: Yep, every Thursday night, Finnius
Nabby: yeah sorry to hear that Cat
Principalpoop: yes ouch cease
cease: good to have this mac in the closet, though i havent used it so long i've forgotten how
||||||||| 9:15 PM: orsoni jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!"
Merlyn: It's a Firesign miracle, Finnius
DJTweeny: Hi orson
EWeston: Gammie's for that old fashion lovin
Merlyn: a gay mac, cat?
DJTweeny: I use old Macs to do this show
Sector R: damn
Principalpoop: sometimes murphy is our friend
orsoni: Hi Dee Ho....
cease: i was called by someone my caller id identified as microsoft.l that turned out not to be the case
Nabby: enough
Finnius: brief introduction...im 50 years old, and have done contributions for "Snuggles"...an offshoot group inspired by "Negativland" and "FST"
EWeston: Crub your gremlin
cease: lol merl
Merlyn: Murphy's Slaw -- sorry, only one per costumer

Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about "DON'T CRUSH THAT DWARF, HAND ME THE PLIERS" at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=dctd-rv

Principalpoop: pull the curtain fred
Sector R: look at this!
DJTweeny: ** Would you like to talk on the air about your experiences with the Firesign Theatre? Have you met them or attended their concerts? We want to hear from you :) Just let me know in chat and you can Skype in to the radio station and tell everyone about it!
Mr. Bark Bark: Stories of honest working people, told by rich Hollywood stars...
Nabby: cool Finnius
EWeston: Who could look at that?
Woody 1: Night guys and gals. No luck on the links. I love ya at times like this.
Nabby: yummy
George Tirebiter: Hot buttered growth clusters? I'll talk - you eat
||||||||| 9:17 PM: ''Bob'' jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
b1ueskyz: Yumm... groatclusters
EWeston: By Woody
Finnius: ...next stop...Fort Stinking Desert
Mr. Bark Bark: Sorry Woody 1
cease: merl, how can i make the msgs bar dissappear here? i cant see the bottom typing
Principalpoop: smooch woody
DJTweeny: Hi Bob
Nabby: Hey Bob
''Bob'': Evenin' all!
Sector R: why does this part always make me hungry?
DJTweeny: Good to have you here Finnius, and all you newcomers :)
EWeston: It's probably an alius
Merlyn: It shouldn't happen, cat, try command-R to redraw the window
Finnius: good hello bob...no relation to bob dobbs i gather
Woody 1: Get em while you can!
Nabby: Nobody says hubba hubba anymore
DJTweeny: As I said, we do this every week
cease: i should be a ble to see the screen without all these mac icons on the bottom
orsoni: Don't mean to block the flow, but is there some sort of on line compendium of videos/dvd's
||||||||| At 9:18 PM, Woody 1 runs out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
Mr. Bark Bark: Nobody wears suits like that anymore, Mr. Yarrow.
DJTweeny: ** Don't forget to check out the Firesign Theatre Funway for a cool page full of Flash goodies. Just move your cursor over various areas of the page - http://firesigntheatre.com/funway.html
revjim: That woman's trying to kill me !
Merlyn: or just close the window and log in again; you can log in even if it says you're already on, just say yes
EWeston: Nobody ever said gruntled
W.A.L.T.E.R.: yesssssss yesssssss yesssssssss
Principalpoop: give orsoni the links tween
shoes for the dead: lost my damn wireless
EWeston: Not now not, here!
DJTweeny: lol Walter
Mr. Bark Bark: The Real One
Nabby: the REAL one
Merlyn: orsoni, try http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php and http://www.firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?category=all
Nabby: lol MBB
Finnius: serious question...i have all the "dear friends" "xfm shows" "fools in space"...and more...but dont have a complete set of the "stoned live radio"...anyone know where someone has a complete set archived?
Sector R: power salute!
||||||||| Outside, the 9:21 PM downtown bus from Albuquerque pulls away, leaving SomeAtomicGuy coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.

[Catherwood]

[part 5 of 13]
||||||||| Outside, the 9:21 PM crosstown bus from Elmertown pulls away, leaving Filmjunki coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
DJTweeny: Missed your request, orson
||||||||| 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 mfl disembarks at 9:21 PM.
DJTweeny: Hi Atomic
DJTweeny: just a moment orsoni
Merlyn: I posted, DJ
W.A.L.T.E.R.: Good question, Finneus. My memory is full.
DJTweeny: Hi Film, mfl
Nabby: Film and Tomic
SomeAtomicGuy: howdy
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Boo Radley inside, makes a note of the time (9:21 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Principalpoop: doobie doo op
EWeston: Get that tomic on contract!
||||||||| Porcelain sneaks in around 9:22 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident."
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Vince Hancock into the room, accepts an I.O.U. as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:22 PM, then departs.
Principalpoop: 10-4 eleanor
George Tirebiter: Grab your entrenching tools!!
cease: now i cant see what im typing
Nabby: Porcelain makes a timely entrance
Boo Radley: Bombs away, dad
DJTweeny: Merlyn, is there a page for all the FST videos?
Principalpoop: you need to buy a bigger monitor cease
Nabby: Groat cakes, yay!
shoes for the dead: came in just in time
||||||||| Outside, the 9:23 PM bus from Hellmouth pulls away, leaving shirley coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
EWeston: Still coherent Cease
''Bob'': It's the bridge to the 21st century!
Mr. Bark Bark: Just sitting here grinning...
Vince Hancock: Hi from northern Michigan.
||||||||| residualecho steals in around 9:23 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last month's "unpleasant incident."
Principalpoop: go wolverines
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EWeston: Hi Vince
Finnius: good hello vince
Boo Radley: Hah!
DJTweeny: Hi shirley, echo
Nabby: Hi shirley and Vince in Mich
Mr. Bark Bark: "No Irishman can stop you from being dog killer this time!"
Nabby: residual
Beet: OK, I'm back now. I didn't want to type with my mouth full.
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** FIRESALE STORE Here >> http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Rogrr inside, makes a note of the time (9:24 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
DJTweeny: Hi Rogrr
Nabby: you type with your mouth?
EWeston: That's a fine howdoyoudo
||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Porgy - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| sound man - dead from the yaws
||||||||| cbdc - dead from the fiddlers

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

Nabby: grrRogrr
Finnius: grr...if catherwood wasnt a 'bot...i would slip him a mickey
||||||||| Catherwood snubs Finnius
Rogrr: Thanks Catherwood!
||||||||| Catherwood answers "You're very welcome!"
residualecho: Duck Soup, Tweeny!
Beet: Classic Poop speech
Rogrr: Hi DJT
SomeAtomicGuy: just roll a couple of bummers & leave 'em on the side table
Mr. Bark Bark: You talk, I'll eat.
Finnius: lol
Principalpoop: indeed
Vince Hancock: What a great idea. How often do you all turn up?
Mr. Bark Bark: Thursday nights at 9 Easter
W.A.L.T.E.R.: Turn up what?
EWeston: Once a sidereal week
F. Burnoose (was ccjctwo): my second time
||||||||| sithbunny enters at 9:25 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and dashes off to the Hat Pack Annex.
Finnius: first time here for me....but been into firesign theater since the 70's
Principalpoop: just once, if the volume is ok I leave it alone
Nabby: brick pressers unite
Beet: What is reality
shoes for the dead: a lot of rwgulars here, Vince
Sector R: give them a light
DJTweeny: Hi bunny
Mr. Bark Bark: Yukipa Heap
F. Burnoose (was ccjctwo): great string of albums coming up!
Nabby: great cymbal crash
''Bob'': EAT IT RAW!

||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"

residualecho: FCC you too!

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EWeston: And they'll follow it anywhere
Principalpoop: raw raw raw, that is the spirits we have here
Nabby: busy night Tween
Sector R: boooo!
Beet: "Fuck you too"
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Nabby: booo!
Rogrr: more sugar!
DJTweeny: Yeah Nabby, good crowd :)
SomeAtomicGuy: he's a spy and a girl delighter
Principalpoop: It really helps our side to re-enlist
Finnius: so.....have any of you heard of the 'goon show'....old time radio from the 50's.....very very funny stuff
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies dell cat inside, makes a note of the time (9:27 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
DJTweeny: Hi deli cat

||||||||| The TV flickers on, and Ralph Spoilsport appears: "How can you drive in two places at once when you don't have a genuine Ralph Spoilsport license plate frame? Get one for your car and one for the plate in your head!"

Nabby: Cliffhanger
Finnius: good hello del cat
Vince Hancock: Yes, Finnius - a big fan of the Goons, too.

[Catherwood]

[part 6 of 13]
George Tirebiter: *cuts the soles off my shoes and climbs into a tree to play the flute*
revjim: end of vinyl side one.....
EWeston: Yes Finnius. I've a few records of their stuff
Beet: CMH - Communist Martyrs High
Nabby: hi dC
Sector R: shoes for industry!
SomeAtomicGuy: fst loved the goon show
Principalpoop: yes, firesign talks about being influenced by spike and the goons
Nabby: shoes for the dead!
dell cat: it's still cease but i cant use the screen very well on the mac so i'm on the old dell to type
SomeAtomicGuy: jinxiness :)
residualecho: I dialed in to a radio contest held by the Live Earl Jive, guessed the next cut he'd play out of a list, and won the record of my choice. I asked for it, and got my copy of DCTDHMTP, a promo copy.
Principalpoop: wb cease, does that work better?
Finnius: im on desktop myselft....not sure how well this would stream on android phone
dell cat: im listening on the mac and chatting on this one
Finnius: thats a silent t...btw
Beet: . . . has his hands up something they don't belong.
W.A.L.T.E.R.: The goons! Bob & Ray, Stan Freberg....
F. Burnoose (was ccjctwo): I am listening on a souped up ColecoVision. So far so good.
Principalpoop: is that legal? ahh you are in canada, nevermind
shoes for the dead: Not Responsible!!
dell cat: are you following earl jive these days, residual?
dell cat: he has his radiojive happening for the past several years
Sector R: golly!
Beet: nevermind Canada?
shoes for the dead: trusspressers
Merlyn: This chat software was written before android existed, so I don't know how well it would work
SomeAtomicGuy: if i don't say much it's cuz it takes forever to type on an ipad
Nabby: I took off my shoes!
Vince Hancock: They're more sound collage than sketch comedy exactly, but have you heard of "Head & Leg?"
Finnius: trussed and pressed
Porcelain: Ah, the Department of Redundancy Department..
||||||||| Aingon Atelia enters at 9:30 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and hurries off to the Haberdashery Barn.
residualecho: I keep up with him on facebook. I had no idea he'd been engineering FST when I asked for the album.
Mr. Bark Bark: --resident of the World Bank, and you still find the time to make the nicest peccary pie in all of Lompoc...
DJTweeny: Hi Aingon
Principalpoop: absquatulated, real word or gibberish, vote now
SomeAtomicGuy: and the natural guard
Porcelain: Is that a chincillla?
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "9:31 PM and late as usual, it's v post, just back from Greenville."
dell cat: on one of the hour hour shows, they talk about why wc fields mentioned lompoc.
dell cat: it was the centre of temperance movement, a particular enemy of fields
Nabby: she sure is
Principalpoop: before they changed the water
Mr. Bark Bark: Fields loved funny words-- he mentions Catalpa trees multiple times in the car chase in "The Bank Dick"
Vince Hancock: They have the same kind of sensibility of everyone mentioned in the last few minutes. Link: http://blog.wfmu.org/freeform/2006/11/head_and_leg_mp.html
shirley: first time here....
Mr. Bark Bark: Didn't know about the temperance angle!
DJTweeny: Welcome to all our newcomers :)
DJTweeny: We're here every Thursday
Principalpoop: certainly shirley
F. Burnoose (was ccjctwo): Hey shirley!
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||||||||| Kelpie bounds in at 9:32 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Beet: So we can call you Shirley?
Finnius: stop calling me shirley
Rogrr: I've been shooting red and yellows all day...
DJTweeny: Hi Kelpie

||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign's NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!"

shirley: Ha ha...yeah
||||||||| Chick Lambert fades in and says: "I have no idea who this Friedstein Theatre is, but they 're honing in on my territory over at Duke of Madness Motors. Give 'em the what for, Storm!" "RUFF! RUFF!"
DJTweeny: Shirley she jests?
shoes for the dead: pull up a sanitary pedastal, shirley
Nabby: Kelpie

||||||||| 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!"

Sector R: park and lock it!
||||||||| At 9:33 PM, InTheWood vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
Nabby: Not responsible
Beet: didf he vanish into the woods?
Vince Hancock: Just don't call her Late For Dinner.
shirley: Help! Should I hear something?
Nabby: It's the planting moon!
Principalpoop: the links at the top?
Nabby: check
revjim: This scene reminds me of "Bacon Rind On The Whistlefront" from the Just Folks album....
shoes for the dead: pull
SomeAtomicGuy: we own the idea of the idea of morse science high
Mr. Bark Bark: Shirley, you may hear the record album if you click on one of the links above
DJTweeny: Yes Shirley, we have two streams up
shirley: on an ipad. link sends me to stream...
Finnius: there is a red link up top shirley..for one of the albums they are streaming live..just open a 2nd window and play it
Beet: k k k k
Nabby: this is a great scene it's nuts
Sector R: love the spanish kicking in
Principalpoop: ok M, make a chat for ipads too
SomeAtomicGuy: inside i'm tanned, i'm handsome
residualecho: I never quite caught the import of the stammering.
Nabby: who's Peggy?
dell cat: if they werent in the firesign theatre, they'd be in an insane asylm
dell cat: an old ad of theirs
shoes for the dead: who's Peggy?
Mr. Bark Bark: Comedienne Mrs. Arlene Yakamoto...
Nabby: Not insane!
shirley: may need to wait for IOS 8
Nabby: the editing is choice
Beet: "kill" is a prohibited word so he can't say it
Finnius: So besides a common love of surreal and wise comedy...what do we all do? For my part, i am a Discordian...and a Culture Jammer...if you have to google it then you wont understand
||||||||| Catherwood enters and asks "Is there anythynge you want? By that I mean Anythynge You Want To, Shakespeare's Lost paperback Comedie in pre-electronic book form!"
dell cat: aha. full screen
||||||||| "Hey shirley!" ... shirley turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 9:36 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...

[Catherwood]

[part 7 of 13]
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies shirley in through the front door at 9:36 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Principalpoop: oh cease, you cad
Mr. Bark Bark: Lompox!
shoes for the dead: Hey NSA Guy!
Sector R: anger dreams!
Vince Hancock: I'm a journalist.
tigerdog: i wondered about the stuttering "ki... ki..k..k.k..."
Beet: beat me to it

||||||||| 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."

Principalpoop: I am unemployed too, good luck
EWeston: Catherwood give everyone a gorilla
||||||||| Catherwood gives everyone a gorilla.
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Uh...Clem close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 9:36 PM tree-stunting plans, and scurries off to the vestibule.
Mr. Bark Bark: Theater critic for TalkinBroadway.com in St. Louis
W.A.L.T.E.R.: Those are catalpa trees...
residualecho: "kill" is a prohibited word--that seemed to be the only conclusion possible
Finnius: in real life i do retail management..but often cooperate or contribute to projects in audio and other formats
dell cat: tiger, they did an extensive riff on that from their tour in i think 99, maybe later.
DJTweeny: Hi Uh...Clem

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Nabby: hey uh clem
Principalpoop: hi boys
Vince Hancock: Regards to Kalle Lasn, Finnius.
dell cat: i think on weirdly cool too. kkkk-kiss em? kurosawa em?
shirley: will try to check in next week from another device. iPad sucks...
dell cat: what about kalle?
Principalpoop: good luck shirley
DJTweeny: ** If you want to know where your fellow chatters live, ask Nino The Mindboggler by clicking on the link at the bottom of the page.
||||||||| At 9:38 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, shirley!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
dell cat: i have known him for 40 years
||||||||| 9:38 PM: uh clem 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!"
Sector R: damned communists
Beet: Nice to see you Shirl
EWeston: Columnists?
SomeAtomicGuy: but it's really GREAT shit, mrs. kreske
Nabby: uh clem
residualecho: K K K Katy?
Principalpoop: we still have columns?
Vince Hancock: I just said "Regards to Kalle," since Finnius is a culture jammer.

||||||||| 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!"

Finnius: adbusters is cool....nice you referenced them
residualecho: Mrs. Press Key
dell cat: i was coeditor of abusters for the first few years of existence
residualecho: Officer Krupke and Mrs. Kreskin
shoes for the dead: here's a red hand
||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| sithbunny - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Fred flocker - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Flip - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| squeeze_the_wheeze - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Robbieryanlmf - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Filmjunki - dead from the common cold
||||||||| mfl - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Boo Radley - dead from jaundice

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

EWeston: We got continenets and pennisulas, and new and used transfigurations
||||||||| 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 Sectors R and N falls out at 9:40 PM.
Nabby: never got the little guys/mural reference
Finnius: i enjoy what i call "interacting with my species"...basically going out in public and confusing them...lol
DJTweeny: Hi R&N
Beet: Early bedtime I guess
''Bob'': they're referencing a theme in Soviet art
DJTweeny: Good to see all you Californians here tonight :)
Principalpoop: hehe he said penisula hehe
''Bob'': or WPA art, maybe
shoes for the dead: mindless work, Nabby
Mr. Bark Bark: Don't point your finger at me, daddy-o!
Captain Equinox: Dad Sir to you, Son.
Finnius: Confusion leads to questions...questions lead to answers...and answers are what we are all looking for
Principalpoop: no no, stay up beet

||||||||| 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!"

SomeAtomicGuy: under whose strict supervision these toxins are being administered
EWeston: Your such a tool Pooper
Nabby: this record makes me giggle a LOT
dell cat: http://seemreal.com/aq/index.html
Principalpoop: whaat?
Nabby: yea shoes
residualecho: Darling Nabby, the heroic struggle of the little guy to finish the mural, is so recursive
EWeston: One penile reffenerrence deserves another
dell cat: i'm having more than the usual difficulties using both of these computers tonight and it's not for the usual intoxicated reasons
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Rubber Line inside, makes a note of the time (9:42 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Principalpoop: giving me a hard time huh?
Nabby: I'm a tad
Nabby: slow
DJTweeny: Hi Rubber
EWeston: I'm a fruedian slip
Nabby: hi rubber
Beet: Not my bedtime just the early dropouts
dell cat: are the bozos still standing on you, rubber?

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Rubber Line: Greetings.....
Sector R: ki ki ki ki

||||||||| 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."

residualecho: Throbbing Rubber...

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shoes for the dead: full length or midi?
Sector R: prohibited language!
EWeston: Upper thigh coveral only
Vince Hancock: Dell Cat, thanks, I'll take a look. Here's something I made with some friends a number of years ago. Save it for the 4th of July: https://www.prx.org/pieces/40375-gettysburg
Nabby: general midi or private?