10/25/12
The Pear Ship, immaculate from stem to stern, suddenly zooms across the sky; it seems to be chasing a glowing white ball of light. They fly far, and as they draw near, you can see the white light is silvery flying saucer!
Suddenly the Pear Ship shoots straight up vertcially going out of sight and the alien, odd, otherworldy saucer touches down as an unearthly whining of foreign engines slowly subsides. It lands in the meadow between the High Rise/Brownstone area and the
clearing in the center of Vapeland where the tea party sits...waiting...it's teapots steeping, it's cookies and teacakes still oven fresh and alluring.
Slowly, two black, vertical lines appear in the front of the space ship and draw upward revealing a jet black portal and releasing an exit ramp. A light orange glow can be seen growing larger, brighter, and closer then you see it! It is the Blob! It's color is more purplish-red now and it holds strange and oddly colored odds and ends of things, halfway digested, some still squirming, as it begins to slowly ooze out toward the ground of Vapeland.
Suddenly there is a clap of thunder and James, yardyrd's assistant appears. He has new glasses! The old horned rimmmed ones are replaced with more contemporary gold rimmed trifocals. He is wearing a flat, creased, white paper hat, and pink shirt with a white bowtie. A white apron is covering them and there is a ruby stripe running up the outside of the legs.
Hunkering down he waves his hands wildly in the air and utters some Lovecraftian like phrase and a giant taffy pulling machine appears. He hurls his right hand outward and you notice he is wearing his signature Ruby cufflinks and the largest roller on the machine jumps
out and intwines the Blob! The gooey mass is ensnared and begins to pull and stretch, flatten, and ooze around the taffy puller. The machine speeds up and going faster and faster the blob gradually reduces to a small amorphous mass that pops loose and it is
yardbyrd!
James, the flying saucer, and the taffy pulling machine dissapear with the sound of a laser sword being waved. Yardbyrd leaps up and when he settles a plain wooden perch lifts, magically, from the ground below him; his magicked YB medallion is glowing royal blue. You can hear that smooth, almost latin accented, deep male voice issuing from him:
"Hail, greetings, and lauds Vapelandians! Viva Vapeland! Viva La Vapeland! Viva La Vita Vapeland!
An honorable, friendly, greeting of well wishes and comarderie to our new visitors and citzens, but especially garbagefairy1967, StereoDreamer, RiverSong andyman97, and yuttynutt.
Woe is me! I miss a few days posting in this phantastic realm and almost cannot keep up with the communiques, stories, wishes, helpful advice, and kind words that I have amassed!" He breathes in deeply, hisblue chest expanding as he exhales a satisfying sigh.
"Ahhh..just to breathe this cool, clean, refreshing,and envigorating air is it's own reward!
My meagre and redundant apolgies, once again for such a lengthy post but having missed much I have much I wish to respond
to!
.kmh: Congratulations on your contest win! (a crystal ball appears from out of nowhere and yardbyrd is wearing a ridiculous looking white byrd turban) He gazes intently into the orb. "I see another win coming for you but much greater as is your art!" (the orb and turban disappear)
KTK8: Congratulations, and lauds, on such a wonderful contest and your sharing of delectable e-liquids; heal fast young, dexterous, female in the guild of crafts!
Hill Giant: You share your technical expertise so freely and have helped so many...to quote William Golden's "The Princess Bride", tonight when you retire, "...sleep well my friend and dream of LARGE women!"
IKAG: It is your season and your holiday to get to know more spirits! Let not any apparation cause you to
falter!
lettucehead: Thou shall not wilt warrior woman!
morri: Yes! I have a time set aside, with James, to take his photo and send it to you. He is not pleased since he hates having his picture taken...something about his soul leeching away? I'll try to get him to smile but I might lose a day doing so. Anyway....your encouraging loving, and kind posts keep the flora, fauna, and citizens of Vapeland fresh, new, and growing.
wonderland: You always have insightful posts!
Alas! I wonder, frequently, how our mother to be Seraphina fares; what ho Vapelandians! No news to report? I believe one day wokkerk will return to us and hope and pray he is well. snakeskin appears periodically but I wonder about him and so many others....
rev67: I miss a few days posting and you are already a temporary expatriate! Even if you read this later this one is for you:
May the road rise to meet you,
May the wind be always at your back,
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
May the rains fall soft upon your fields,
And, until we meet again,
May God hold you in the hollow of His hand."
An Irish Blessing
~(A Blessing from St. Patrick)
Yardbyrd flaps his wings and his perch vanishes and a beautiful rainbow appears, it's base where his perch was, glowing and reflecting it's myriad colors. Yardyrd lights on the ground next to it and you can see the edge of a pot of gold. Then a small, skinnyish, human like man comes from around the pot from inside the rainbow. His odd hat is akilter and his long tailed jacket hangs around his calf length pants, that reveal long horizontally striped stocking; his shoes are pointed and pointing upward and he is dressed entirely in green and holds his fists up toward yardbyrd in challenge, his sailor like pipe, upside down in his mouth, surrounded by experly trimmed black mustach and goatee, this orafice is held in a slanted, threatening cut!
Yardbyrd looks mildly at the Leprachuan and nods his head to the right in invitation. The mysctial man drops his threatening stance and
immediately takes yardbyrd's wing gently and escorts him around the pot behind the rainbow and they start to fade away. Suddenly a skinny hand reaches out and elvish laughter, joyous, mischievious, and warming, can be heard as he pulls in the pot of gold and they
disappear.
The sound of the Leprachuan's laughter slowly echoes away into that vibrant mist, that sea of life, that atmosphere of the magickal and technical, that fairie air of Vapeland.
The Pear Ship, immaculate from stem to stern, suddenly zooms across the sky; it seems to be chasing a glowing white ball of light. They fly far, and as they draw near, you can see the white light is silvery flying saucer!
Suddenly the Pear Ship shoots straight up vertcially going out of sight and the alien, odd, otherworldy saucer touches down as an unearthly whining of foreign engines slowly subsides. It lands in the meadow between the High Rise/Brownstone area and the
clearing in the center of Vapeland where the tea party sits...waiting...it's teapots steeping, it's cookies and teacakes still oven fresh and alluring.
Slowly, two black, vertical lines appear in the front of the space ship and draw upward revealing a jet black portal and releasing an exit ramp. A light orange glow can be seen growing larger, brighter, and closer then you see it! It is the Blob! It's color is more purplish-red now and it holds strange and oddly colored odds and ends of things, halfway digested, some still squirming, as it begins to slowly ooze out toward the ground of Vapeland.
Suddenly there is a clap of thunder and James, yardyrd's assistant appears. He has new glasses! The old horned rimmmed ones are replaced with more contemporary gold rimmed trifocals. He is wearing a flat, creased, white paper hat, and pink shirt with a white bowtie. A white apron is covering them and there is a ruby stripe running up the outside of the legs.
Hunkering down he waves his hands wildly in the air and utters some Lovecraftian like phrase and a giant taffy pulling machine appears. He hurls his right hand outward and you notice he is wearing his signature Ruby cufflinks and the largest roller on the machine jumps
out and intwines the Blob! The gooey mass is ensnared and begins to pull and stretch, flatten, and ooze around the taffy puller. The machine speeds up and going faster and faster the blob gradually reduces to a small amorphous mass that pops loose and it is
yardbyrd!
James, the flying saucer, and the taffy pulling machine dissapear with the sound of a laser sword being waved. Yardbyrd leaps up and when he settles a plain wooden perch lifts, magically, from the ground below him; his magicked YB medallion is glowing royal blue. You can hear that smooth, almost latin accented, deep male voice issuing from him:
"Hail, greetings, and lauds Vapelandians! Viva Vapeland! Viva La Vapeland! Viva La Vita Vapeland!
An honorable, friendly, greeting of well wishes and comarderie to our new visitors and citzens, but especially garbagefairy1967, StereoDreamer, RiverSong andyman97, and yuttynutt.
Woe is me! I miss a few days posting in this phantastic realm and almost cannot keep up with the communiques, stories, wishes, helpful advice, and kind words that I have amassed!" He breathes in deeply, hisblue chest expanding as he exhales a satisfying sigh.
"Ahhh..just to breathe this cool, clean, refreshing,and envigorating air is it's own reward!
My meagre and redundant apolgies, once again for such a lengthy post but having missed much I have much I wish to respond
to!
.kmh: Congratulations on your contest win! (a crystal ball appears from out of nowhere and yardbyrd is wearing a ridiculous looking white byrd turban) He gazes intently into the orb. "I see another win coming for you but much greater as is your art!" (the orb and turban disappear)
KTK8: Congratulations, and lauds, on such a wonderful contest and your sharing of delectable e-liquids; heal fast young, dexterous, female in the guild of crafts!
Hill Giant: You share your technical expertise so freely and have helped so many...to quote William Golden's "The Princess Bride", tonight when you retire, "...sleep well my friend and dream of LARGE women!"
IKAG: It is your season and your holiday to get to know more spirits! Let not any apparation cause you to
falter!
lettucehead: Thou shall not wilt warrior woman!
morri: Yes! I have a time set aside, with James, to take his photo and send it to you. He is not pleased since he hates having his picture taken...something about his soul leeching away? I'll try to get him to smile but I might lose a day doing so. Anyway....your encouraging loving, and kind posts keep the flora, fauna, and citizens of Vapeland fresh, new, and growing.
wonderland: You always have insightful posts!
Alas! I wonder, frequently, how our mother to be Seraphina fares; what ho Vapelandians! No news to report? I believe one day wokkerk will return to us and hope and pray he is well. snakeskin appears periodically but I wonder about him and so many others....
rev67: I miss a few days posting and you are already a temporary expatriate! Even if you read this later this one is for you:
May the road rise to meet you,
May the wind be always at your back,
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
May the rains fall soft upon your fields,
And, until we meet again,
May God hold you in the hollow of His hand."
An Irish Blessing
~(A Blessing from St. Patrick)
Yardbyrd flaps his wings and his perch vanishes and a beautiful rainbow appears, it's base where his perch was, glowing and reflecting it's myriad colors. Yardyrd lights on the ground next to it and you can see the edge of a pot of gold. Then a small, skinnyish, human like man comes from around the pot from inside the rainbow. His odd hat is akilter and his long tailed jacket hangs around his calf length pants, that reveal long horizontally striped stocking; his shoes are pointed and pointing upward and he is dressed entirely in green and holds his fists up toward yardbyrd in challenge, his sailor like pipe, upside down in his mouth, surrounded by experly trimmed black mustach and goatee, this orafice is held in a slanted, threatening cut!
Yardbyrd looks mildly at the Leprachuan and nods his head to the right in invitation. The mysctial man drops his threatening stance and
immediately takes yardbyrd's wing gently and escorts him around the pot behind the rainbow and they start to fade away. Suddenly a skinny hand reaches out and elvish laughter, joyous, mischievious, and warming, can be heard as he pulls in the pot of gold and they
disappear.
The sound of the Leprachuan's laughter slowly echoes away into that vibrant mist, that sea of life, that atmosphere of the magickal and technical, that fairie air of Vapeland.
