9/13/12
Yardbyrd can be seen aloft. He appears to be dancing, rather eccentrically backwards across the sky! He continues his odd byrd dance his back to you, tail feathers shaking, interesting legs bouncing and shimmying, head swaying backward and forward until he gets close to the ground of Vapeland and his plain wooden perch appears and he lights on it; backward! His smooth translated voice can be heard as the perch rotates 180 degrees and you can see his YB medallion is glowing orange:
"Hail Vapelandians and a good evening to all! It has been recently called to my attention, by my observant, if not precocious assitant James, that all of my ramblings are classical and not very contemporary! I apologize for this. My recent journey aboard the Pear Ship intersected paths with an odd human traveller; he seemed to be dancing backward through space and passed straight throught the hull of the Pear Ship, turned around, and addressed me. He was a shimmering image of color and light. He addressed me:
"Hail and greetings old Byrd! I have been observing your eccentric actions and old world words in your Vapeland Sphere -that is what has brought me here! I observed your beak adorned with a frond."
So I asked him, "Who are you?"
To which he replied "Captain Beyond!"
9/15/12
The sound of Roy Orbison singing "BLue Bayou" can be faintly heard and growing in volume. In the distance, near the large clearing in the middle of Vapeland, that holds the tea table and it's setting, just next to the brownstone condo and penthouse, bordering the tranquill clear, blue, sea of this happy world, a flat, skiff-like, raft is slowly approaching. There is an old man, white goatee, horned rimmed glasses, slowly poleing the craft forward. In front of him is the unmistable image of yardbyrd. As they draw nearer, poleing across the land, as if it was quiet waters, James can be seen wearing tattered clam diggers, held up by a rope, a strange old style, puffed sleeve shirt, untucked, compete with front lacing chest, and he is barefooted! The land seems to becoming more like a strange and attractive blue liquid as they approach mimicing the clear blue waters of the Carribean. They grow near the tea table and the odd craft slides up along side it. James looks up and says, "Wee havve docked milord and je suis comprendez that disembarkment is nigh, mon frere"
Yardbyrd looks up slowly at james and winks once. James picks up a burlap poke and reaching in it retrieves a plain wooden perch that he tosses onto the soil near the tea table; yarbyrd moves, in a slow walk, leaving the skiff, the sweet, near sad, song, continuing until he reaches the perch and jumps up on it. At the moment his feet touch the "T" top of the perch, James, the skiff, the blue water, and Roy Orbison's haunting voice slowly fade away as you can hear the song's lyric, "On blue......bay.....eau!"
The odd Byrd's YB medallion, sparkling platinum, begins to glow with a pronounced blue tint and his smooth, translated, male, human voice is heard:
"Hail and well-meant greetings Vapelandians! I was chided, quite lovingly, by James for my attempt to make a more contemporary post! He said, "Ooooh what a contemporary choice you made!" His teasing bordered the sarcastic but wasn't mean as he continued, "A forty year old acid rock song certainly lost in time...WOW you get the props Dog!" I nearly pecked his head at this remark but his mischievous smile, and light laughing, made me realize how succinct his "review" was!
Our numbers continue to swell! Hail, welcome, and health to you charmed412,.kmtt, wonderland, and madmlucas; I also extend this greeting to any, and all others who honor our sheltered sphere with their posts, intelligence, and care. Indeed a mighty welcome to you all!
iknowaghost who is afraid to post but maybe he'll join when he isn't purloined!
charmed412 I don't know what to do, for one who is witched by vicarious wits!
.kmtt you're wonderously free with the man known as wok to share the Hill Giant's talk!
Madmlucas I offer some poesy pulled from stash by one of my favorites Ogden Nash: Fleas by Ogden Nash "Adam had'em"
Jpardise you tell us no lies and it is no surprise all your doubts die!
Ahh my dear jingles you liked my review, pray tell me madam are there bells on your shoes?
Hail to thee Hill Giant! Tell your DM that outside forces, of Chaotic Good, have bestowed upon thee a permanent +2 to all saving throws, and a +4 vs. lightning to commence with your signal for 3 turns. He should consider a permanent +2 to Charisma for your posts here and a +2 to intelligence for the technical expertise you share here! Watch out for Mind Flayers and I hope you gain psionic powers!
KTK8 your crafts are great! Don't put them down they're good in any town. Your creative efforts may be more pragmatic and empirical but that does not eclipse their beauty and charm.
lettucehead, lettucehead, where fore art thou lettuce head?
My dear morri...I hope I don't bore thee when I say: Pick up your pallet, brushes, oils, acryllics, find a blank canvas and make sure you fill it! Once it is done and you have had your fun take a digital picture: it will be the one!
Ahh dear Alice your absence of malice has given my whim a magical ginn, he granted my wish, and it was the most, when I was allowed to make this post."
The odd blue, booby-type byrd, opens his beak wide in an unmistakable grin! A very large and pronounced CAW issues from his throat and he takes wing, his perch evaporating, and flying slowly, to the left, rising above the treeline Linda Ronstadt can be hear singing as he gently fades out of existence:
"On blue......bay.....eau!"
9/17/12
1. Originally Posted by morri
I began writing again.......after 20 years, goodness you guys are good for me. It is not a children's tale. It is probably the darkest thing that I have ever written, though it does take place in a far corner of Vapeland, hidden away by time and magic. There are dangers and beauty and sadness, and magic and intrigue......and somehow.....the rabbits are involved. Not the famous Rabbit, but a tiny family over next to the glen. A Quiet laid back family that never gives anyone reason to pause....and they are about to be in the big thick of things....course you guys may never know.......
cause nobody even noticed my story. sniff
Zoom, zoom ZOOM! A dark blue horizontal streak is approaching it's color growing fainter until it becomes a near violet paste and..
*POP* Yardbyrd appears. He is flapping his wings and hovering in the air. He slowly looks down to the ground and a large slate appears. A delightful piece of yellow chalk appears and begins to write.....
"Like one that on a lonesome road
Doth walk in fear and dread,
And having once turned round walks on,
And turns no more his head;
Because he knows a frightful fiend
Doth close behind him tread."
Rime of the Ancient Mariner -S.T. Coleridge
Yardbyrd stops flapping his wings and looks like a still frame of a byrd caught in flight. The image begins to spin on it's axis, now wide, then thinner, then just a blue and white line and ....*Poof* he is gone...the vapor hanging in the air fades but is easily read:
"Just a quick flyby."
Yardbyrd can be seen aloft. He appears to be dancing, rather eccentrically backwards across the sky! He continues his odd byrd dance his back to you, tail feathers shaking, interesting legs bouncing and shimmying, head swaying backward and forward until he gets close to the ground of Vapeland and his plain wooden perch appears and he lights on it; backward! His smooth translated voice can be heard as the perch rotates 180 degrees and you can see his YB medallion is glowing orange:
"Hail Vapelandians and a good evening to all! It has been recently called to my attention, by my observant, if not precocious assitant James, that all of my ramblings are classical and not very contemporary! I apologize for this. My recent journey aboard the Pear Ship intersected paths with an odd human traveller; he seemed to be dancing backward through space and passed straight throught the hull of the Pear Ship, turned around, and addressed me. He was a shimmering image of color and light. He addressed me:
"Hail and greetings old Byrd! I have been observing your eccentric actions and old world words in your Vapeland Sphere -that is what has brought me here! I observed your beak adorned with a frond."
So I asked him, "Who are you?"
To which he replied "Captain Beyond!"
9/15/12
The sound of Roy Orbison singing "BLue Bayou" can be faintly heard and growing in volume. In the distance, near the large clearing in the middle of Vapeland, that holds the tea table and it's setting, just next to the brownstone condo and penthouse, bordering the tranquill clear, blue, sea of this happy world, a flat, skiff-like, raft is slowly approaching. There is an old man, white goatee, horned rimmed glasses, slowly poleing the craft forward. In front of him is the unmistable image of yardbyrd. As they draw nearer, poleing across the land, as if it was quiet waters, James can be seen wearing tattered clam diggers, held up by a rope, a strange old style, puffed sleeve shirt, untucked, compete with front lacing chest, and he is barefooted! The land seems to becoming more like a strange and attractive blue liquid as they approach mimicing the clear blue waters of the Carribean. They grow near the tea table and the odd craft slides up along side it. James looks up and says, "Wee havve docked milord and je suis comprendez that disembarkment is nigh, mon frere"
Yardbyrd looks up slowly at james and winks once. James picks up a burlap poke and reaching in it retrieves a plain wooden perch that he tosses onto the soil near the tea table; yarbyrd moves, in a slow walk, leaving the skiff, the sweet, near sad, song, continuing until he reaches the perch and jumps up on it. At the moment his feet touch the "T" top of the perch, James, the skiff, the blue water, and Roy Orbison's haunting voice slowly fade away as you can hear the song's lyric, "On blue......bay.....eau!"
The odd Byrd's YB medallion, sparkling platinum, begins to glow with a pronounced blue tint and his smooth, translated, male, human voice is heard:
"Hail and well-meant greetings Vapelandians! I was chided, quite lovingly, by James for my attempt to make a more contemporary post! He said, "Ooooh what a contemporary choice you made!" His teasing bordered the sarcastic but wasn't mean as he continued, "A forty year old acid rock song certainly lost in time...WOW you get the props Dog!" I nearly pecked his head at this remark but his mischievous smile, and light laughing, made me realize how succinct his "review" was!
Our numbers continue to swell! Hail, welcome, and health to you charmed412,.kmtt, wonderland, and madmlucas; I also extend this greeting to any, and all others who honor our sheltered sphere with their posts, intelligence, and care. Indeed a mighty welcome to you all!
iknowaghost who is afraid to post but maybe he'll join when he isn't purloined!
charmed412 I don't know what to do, for one who is witched by vicarious wits!
.kmtt you're wonderously free with the man known as wok to share the Hill Giant's talk!
Madmlucas I offer some poesy pulled from stash by one of my favorites Ogden Nash: Fleas by Ogden Nash "Adam had'em"
Jpardise you tell us no lies and it is no surprise all your doubts die!
Ahh my dear jingles you liked my review, pray tell me madam are there bells on your shoes?
Hail to thee Hill Giant! Tell your DM that outside forces, of Chaotic Good, have bestowed upon thee a permanent +2 to all saving throws, and a +4 vs. lightning to commence with your signal for 3 turns. He should consider a permanent +2 to Charisma for your posts here and a +2 to intelligence for the technical expertise you share here! Watch out for Mind Flayers and I hope you gain psionic powers!
KTK8 your crafts are great! Don't put them down they're good in any town. Your creative efforts may be more pragmatic and empirical but that does not eclipse their beauty and charm.
lettucehead, lettucehead, where fore art thou lettuce head?
My dear morri...I hope I don't bore thee when I say: Pick up your pallet, brushes, oils, acryllics, find a blank canvas and make sure you fill it! Once it is done and you have had your fun take a digital picture: it will be the one!
Ahh dear Alice your absence of malice has given my whim a magical ginn, he granted my wish, and it was the most, when I was allowed to make this post."
The odd blue, booby-type byrd, opens his beak wide in an unmistakable grin! A very large and pronounced CAW issues from his throat and he takes wing, his perch evaporating, and flying slowly, to the left, rising above the treeline Linda Ronstadt can be hear singing as he gently fades out of existence:
"On blue......bay.....eau!"
9/17/12
1. Originally Posted by morri
I began writing again.......after 20 years, goodness you guys are good for me. It is not a children's tale. It is probably the darkest thing that I have ever written, though it does take place in a far corner of Vapeland, hidden away by time and magic. There are dangers and beauty and sadness, and magic and intrigue......and somehow.....the rabbits are involved. Not the famous Rabbit, but a tiny family over next to the glen. A Quiet laid back family that never gives anyone reason to pause....and they are about to be in the big thick of things....course you guys may never know.......
cause nobody even noticed my story. sniff
Zoom, zoom ZOOM! A dark blue horizontal streak is approaching it's color growing fainter until it becomes a near violet paste and..
*POP* Yardbyrd appears. He is flapping his wings and hovering in the air. He slowly looks down to the ground and a large slate appears. A delightful piece of yellow chalk appears and begins to write.....
"Like one that on a lonesome road
Doth walk in fear and dread,
And having once turned round walks on,
And turns no more his head;
Because he knows a frightful fiend
Doth close behind him tread."
Rime of the Ancient Mariner -S.T. Coleridge
Yardbyrd stops flapping his wings and looks like a still frame of a byrd caught in flight. The image begins to spin on it's axis, now wide, then thinner, then just a blue and white line and ....*Poof* he is gone...the vapor hanging in the air fades but is easily read:
"Just a quick flyby."
