Weekly Firesign Chat Cheese Log

A Firesign Chat
02/05/2026

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||||||||| Catherwood re-enters the Waiting Room and explains "This is the main discussion room which is logged each night."
||||||||| Catherwood announces, "The time is 4:32 AM - I now declare Thursday's chat log for February 05, 2026 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 8:00 PM, dragging Tweeny by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
||||||||| New notice: '** WE'RE GLAD YOU MADE IT!! **
The Firesign Chat & Show starts at 7pm Eastern/6pm Central/5pm Mountain/4pm Pacific
Tonight: Cat’s Collage “We’re Doomed”
plus from Firesign’s GIVE ME IMMORTALITY OR GIVE ME DEATH
the making of “Radionow Says Good-By and Hello”
Listen to the 256k stream at: http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/rfd2 or the 16k stream at: http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/rfd1
This show is archived at www.kurtericson.net/firesign | Cat’s collage archive is at www.kurtericson.net/cat'
||||||||| "8:00 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Tweeny, who then scurries out through the french doors and down through the brambles.
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, February 05, 2026 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!" -- then he looks around at the empty room, looks at his watch, and mumbles "...am I early?"
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Deputy Dang close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 8:00 PM tree-stunting plans, and scurries off to the Aviary.
||||||||| Cease waltzes in at 8:00 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Cease: Hi all!
||||||||| Catherwood walks in wearing his pyjamas, yawns, and mumbles "It's midnight here in New York city"...then he falls over and starts snoring loudly..
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'Beet', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:00 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
Beet: Good Evening!
Cease: Nick Beetner
Beet: Hey, Cease, Deputy.
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Mutt inside, makes a note of the time (8:00 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Cease: I don't know this one
Beet: Hi, Mutt.
Cease: Mutt, meet Moth
Mutt: Hiya Beet, Cease abd Deputy D!
Mutt: The Moon Moth
Cease: Reading Kavalier and Clay, they introduce a character called Luna Moth
||||||||| Catherwood interjects: "Mister policeman, what makes America great?"
Mutt: Yup
Mutt: Moon Moth is Jack Vance
||||||||| Catherwood interjects: "Duluth? Bucko, you can get Tierra del Fuego!"
Mutt: We get luna moths in our yard in summer. Stunning animals.
Cease: Don't think I read him
Cease: I used to love to go to Bullchks with my mother. Itr smelled good.
Mutt: Vance was highly regarded fantasist. I’ve not read much of his work but what I have read has been excellent.
Cease: oh i remember this
Cease: When my wife and I were first livning together, she would go the libsry and i would go to work. wheni got hiome, she had a bunch of SF to read.
Cease: that was more than 50 years ago, so haven't kept up.
Mutt: She probably knows about Vance.
Cease: somertimes i re-read stuff from my personal library.
||||||||| Catherwood interjects: "My nostrils flared at the smell of his perfume."
Beet: Hello down there.
Cease: yeah she's way into sf
Cease: hi beet
Mutt: (In memory of Tween) Yo Beet!
Beet: A hello to Tween in absentia.
Mutt: How’s your weather these days, Beet? We’re still buried in ice here in Merryland
Beet: It's still cold and there might be some snow tomorrow.
Mutt: Sorry. On both fronts. 🥶
||||||||| 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 llanwydd disembarks at 8:00 PM.
Cease: llan slides in
llanwydd: good evening
Mutt: Howdy Llan-man!
Beet: Howdy, llan.
llanwydd: no snow in florida but I have had 26 degrees one morning
Mutt: Cold enuf. Yikes!
llanwydd: a few nights ago
Beet: This is a very weird winter.
||||||||| Catherwood interjects: "Deputy Dan has no friends."
Cease: you'e getting our weather
llanwydd: `sure is
Mutt: It’s been so cold for so long
Mutt: This weekend we arelooking at a high of 18F with a low of 0F
llanwydd: where do you live, mutt?
Mutt: Central Maryland, twixt Balmer and DC
||||||||| Catherwood interjects: "Guaranteed by the Department of Redundancy Dept. and the Natural Guard."
llanwydd: along route 95, you mean
Cease: Cold here yesterday but much warmer today
Mutt: Yes. Almost dead center between the two cities
Cease: lastg year today we had snow, minus 1 temps
llanwydd: i95 i mean
Cease: this is brilliant writing continuity
Cease: this is the origin of mutt and smutt
Mutt: My evolution began thusly!
Cease: proc perfected that riff
Cease: who is that?
Cease: patricia stallone?
Mutt: Even if I don’t know where I am it’s good to know where I came from
Cease: lol
Cease: i feel 70 again
Cease: i can say that
Mutt: That’s great, man
Cease: this is ken cope. we've never met. same with many of the folks in this.
Cease: here's my vancouver buddy frank. i tuirned him on to firesign
Mutt: Is this a new collage, cease? It is wondrously unfamiliar to mine ears
Cease: no, from 4 years ago, maybe
Cease: that's me
Cease: here's me reading Ossman
Cease: he told me to do something with his diary. this what i did
Cease: you folk stlll here?
Mutt: 10-4 Eleanor
Cease: i was in a hotel in Widbey next to her and Brian Westly so we got to know each other.
Cease: my wife and i stayed with her and her husband when we drove down the coaswt in 2015
Cease: this is the phone, i think
Cease: i'm happy to have been a butterfly's wings to make the idea "occupy" enter Peter's last breath.
Cease: herfe's Elayne. here's Bit, my daughter
Cease: she seems to have lost her memory of her past. my memory is Very Good
Cease: she is very eloquent and a vast creative force
Mutt: Lovely
||||||||| Catherwood interjects: "We own the idea of NOW."
Cease: do you have to be a loner to get into firesign or is it a more group thing?
Beet: It can and has worked both ways.
Mutt: I agree
Mutt: I found them on my own and then discovered that one of my closest friends had done likewise. We explored them together
Cease: the prof dude who wrote the book sez firesign is more communal, but always more private for me
Cease: yeah, when you hear it, hyou want to share it, if not already sharing
Cease: but it does things to YOUR brain, different from any others
Beet: Discovering Firesign was one of the most magical events in my lifetime.
Cease: this was the guy who was supposed to be doing my play now. hopefully tween will now take over
Cease: or else you wouldn't be here, beet
Beet: exactly
Mutt: Firesign got me through some very dark times and have akways been very personal to me
Cease: they are a ray of light in all our lives, eh?
Beet: yup
Mutt: Exactly! Iwas just going to say a light in a very dim world
Cease: waht doc is saying here is exactly my feelings.
Cease: tihs is mrs doc, lili
Cease: twewen is not allowed to play that fuck, but somehow get away with it
Cease: my cousin
Cease: here's doc again
||||||||| Catherwood interjects: "Decode your answer now."
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 1 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| It's 1:00 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| llanwydd - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Beet: This is a classic collage, cease.
Cease: what do the kids call it these days?
Cease: it's supposed to be in the library of congress, beet.
||||||||| Catherwood interjects: "The future ain't here yet, man!"
Cease: ossie requested i do this
Cease: elayne is magical.
Beet: Certainly worthy of that honor.
Mutt: This is fascinating
Cease: she came to visit me in 95 when this chat began. not a coincidence
Cease: my buddy terry, just here the other day.
Cease: great farme, great hockey coach, shitty actor
Cease: mental energies indeed
Beet: This has been great, as usual. I enjoy hanging with my Firesign friends. I hope everyone has a wonderful weekend. See you next week. G'Nite.
Cease: that was you, beeet
Cease: enjoy yourself
Mutt: Be good Beet!
Mutt: Nice Beet
Cease: do your best, eh?
Cease: so few of us
Mutt: Seems a lot of us have followed our own paths to Firesign
Mutt: Love that effect!
: how did I get thrown out of the waiting room?
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 8:00 PM, dragging llanwydd by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
Cease: hi llan
llanwydd: hi
Cease: dang still here?
Cease: no newcomers tonight, alas
Mutt: Hey Llan
llanwydd: my goodness! I hear my own voice
Cease: you do indeed, it's a great voice
llanwydd: lol
Cease: iwant fish to pla Mr. Urakine in my new play, in which you star as Chacellor Beetihoven
llanwydd: do I know fish?
||||||||| Catherwood interjects: "Join the expectant crowd gathering now as we stop here on..."
Cease: fuck, this is good.
Cease: probly not, llan
llanwydd: I meant do we know him
llanwydd: great collage, Cat
Cease: true
Cease: a fuck of a lot of work. you and beet and former chatters were in it but it was like pulling teeth
Cease: my better half here
Cease: I'm good at this, when i have good actors
Cease: my uncle was in tibet. llan's einstein talks to my uncle alex about his tibet adventuree
llanwydd: I remember some of those lines
llanwydd: I sent you about a dozen recordings of one line, if I remember right
llanwydd: along with the rest of the lines, but I practiced that one over and over
Cease: i hope to record myself in key line tomorrow and her friend soon, wil have your lines dones by april
Cease: thank you , llan
Cease: my plays dont exist without actors
Cease: and you are among the best
Cease: that's it
Mutt: Thanks everyone. Really enjoyed tonight’s show and chat. Be well everybody.
Deputy Dang: thatwasfun.thanks Cat! See y'all next week.
||||||||| Deputy Dang dashes out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Deputy Dang?! It's 8:00 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
Cease: bye
||||||||| Cease rushes off, saying "8:00 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
||||||||| Mutt rushes off, saying "8:00 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 2 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| llanwydd is kicked out just as the clock strikes 8:00 PM.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 3 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| It's 3:00 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Beet - dead from Covid 19
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood enters, and announces to all and sundry "It's 4:31 AM, time to change the log file and clean out unused rooms; please exit the chat room for a minute or two. Thank you for your patience."

The Evening's Participants:

Beet
Cease
Deputy Dang
llanwydd
Mutt

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