A blurry bluish streak is traveling from West to East high above Vapeland leaving a jet-like trail of turbulence in its wake moving at a remarkable speed. It appeared, from the Nillian Void, and journeys outward seeking, inspecting, viewing, and discerning. The far Western Great Desert of Vapeland, including its amazing white marble castle, with it's JN flag is still there! The buffer of the swamplands, on the eastern side of the desert still protects and serves! The Highrise/Penthouse area gives way to a large pristine Meadow that seems intact?!
Then, in the very center of Vapeland skirted by the Enigmatic Woods of Lore that border it, and end in the Great Sea Of Wonder to the West, and the far unknown Eastern reaches of this fantastic world...there it is! The Tea Table setting in the Center of Vapeland is there! Its teapots, spoons, cozys, and trays of delightful finger sandwiches, petite fours, cookies, cakes, jams, scones, and all manner of food,
including a banquet fit for any taste still remain! Now a long, large, bar covered with exotic and wondrous bottles of vapeable liquids is there decorated with every manner of battery, mod, supply device, charger, and battery!
The happy, diverse, friendly, caring, and generous group gathered there becomes aware of something approaching from aloft. All eyes rise up to the sight. Some look knowingly with love and recognition; others display their surprise, curiousity, and mystery bordering on fear, as a blue bubble drifts in. It appears to have a winged humanoid figure inside it! It is about one meter above the green grass, the Purplish-Red Vapelandian sky its backdrop, suddenly appears bluer and puffy white clouds form and drift, the sun shining brightly down. A plain, brown, wooden perch, with a bevel cut on 1/4 of the "T" rises ceremoniously from the floor of the new thread, and the bubble bursts! An odd blue avian, wearing some kind of necklace or medallion lights gracefully on the perch and a man has been released too! He is an old man, thin white hair, golden wire rimmed glasses, and a bright red "Shark Skin' tuxedo! His white cummerbund is accented by blue crewel work at the top and bottom and his ruffly white shirt, and red tux tie, accentuate two large Ruby cufflinks, at each wrist, which begin to sparkle in the sunlight briefly throwing prismatic rainbow like colors through the air. They reflect gently off his black patent leather dress shoes. It is YardByrd and his assistant James! James bows low from the waist, his left arm around his middle
and his right one aloft. Those who know him are amazed at the fit of his tuxedo and this once portly, nearly obese man, is now quite trim!
The platinum "YB" medallion around the neck of the Byrd begins to glow a royal blue and you hear a deep, smooth, male, Latin voice translating his utterances:
"Hail, lauds, and greetings Vapelandians! Viva Vapeland! We endeavored to return for a vist, while traveling the Realms, but seemed to not locate our beloved home!
Abashed, concerned, alarmed, and excited we began the task of seeking you out, and have, at last found you! Viva La Vapeland! A suiting new begining has come for us all; a refreshing renewal and new niche for our kind has once again, graciously, been provided by our benefactors: ECF, Jah, and Nicole!" James is smiling broadly beaming with joy.
"So as we continue our journey, in this Realm and sojourn along we come today to leave two quotations copied from the old thread. The first is with apologies to William Shakespeare, a tribute to our Country, and the second, again from Shakespeare seems appropriate in adressing the necessity of our "move". I see many old friends here. I see many new faces. They all make me proud to be a
citizen here and humbled to find you again, flyby, and leave, yet again, from our home base as James, his wife, and I travel the Realms." Rainbows of light are dancing from James' cufflinks and as they strike him, YardByrd, and those looking on a recharging energy, strong, yet not harsh, seems to envelope them all invigorating, kindly, loving, soothing, and wrought with fantasy and the imagination.
"Farewell my friends and we will return as the Realms allow. I feel deeply honored to be counted among you all. Viva La Vapeland! Viva La Vita Vapeland! Viva Vapeland!"
THe prismatic waves are now forming an orb around James and YardByrd. James has produced a writing tablet from somewhere and YardByrd appears to be dictating to him. James' powder blue quill is working faster and YardByrd appears to be speaking faster and faster! James tears off a page and it levitates beside him as they continue on, faster, and faster, until a second page hangs in the
air. A large wormhole opens beneath the orb! The vastness of space is there. Asteroids mozy by, stars twinkle, large gaseous clouds are in the distance, and Suns, Moons, Planets, solar systems, Galaxies and Nebulae paint a vivid, colorful, and mural like background. The bubble starts to descend into it and the two pages transfer smoothly out of it, and land on the intensely green grass, by the tea table, a beam of sunlight engulfing them both as the bubble descends, the wormhole closes and just before they are gone you hear a final farewell: "CAW!"
"This royal perch of byrds, this sceptred isle,
This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars,
This other Eden, demi-paradise,
This fortress built by Nature for herself
Against infection and the hand of war,
This happy breed of men, this little world,
This precious stone set in the silver sea of cyberspace,
Which serves it in the office of a wall
Or as a moat defensive to a house,
Against the envy of less happier lands,
this joyous spread and mystical of threads,
This blessed plot...this earth....this realm.....this Vapeland."
- Liberties have been taken with William Shakespeare's Richard II Act 2 Sc. 1.
"All places that the eye of heaven visits
Are to a wise man ports and happy havens.
Teach thy necessity to reason thus;
There is no virtue like necessity."
Richard II 1. 3
Really? Seriously?.....where's the blow dryer......
......the other day one of them was in here asking me about a project for the 5th time that day.....when all was said and done...he called me a "Grumpy Old Coot" when he left
