23 December 2017

Scraps of Firesignage

“Don’t be stuck with leftover dreams in the terrible days to come!” (Give Me Immortality, or Give Me Death!)

“... these sensuous cyborgs can be pleasant companions for your everyday business, household, and even your personal—and I mean very personal—needs!” (Bride of Firesign)

“So give yourself a break: unbutton your jeans, drop your workload, and take the time to watch what the people are watching.” (Just Folks: A Firesign Chat)

“Eat fascist death flaming media pigs!” (In the Next World, You’re on Your Own)

“They conversed inexplicably with an ancient cockroach in a sombrero they knew instantly to be Don Brújaja.” (Everything You Know Is Wrong)

“Too bad, Steve, but thats our little joke:  the dog isn’t for sale.” (Not Insane)

“We know for certain, for instance, that for some reason for some time in the beginning, there were hot lumps.” (I Think We’re All Bozos on This Bus)

“Will the real Dr. Pederman please report to neurosurgery immediately.” (Don’t Crush That Dwarf, Hand Me the Pliers)

“It had been snowing in Santa Barbara ever since the top of the page ....” (The Further Adventures of Nick Danger)

“I won’t take any more credit for this victory than necessary.” (Waiting for the Electrician or Someone Like Him)

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