Nah I wish. If my sister still lived in DC I could better justify the money, but even doing megabus its too far out of my reach financially. Its hard to find other people our age who are interested in it as more than a novelty.
Happy Birthday Morri!
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Happy Birthday Morri!!!
Happy Birthday Morri!![]()
what a wonderful early gift you got from you family yesterday! made me smile...
google was running dangerously low on cute white bunnies, so I got you a white llama instead:![]()
hope your day is everything you want it to be.
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Very nice Rev! You and Ogre are now mod twins! I am sure you will enjoy it as much as he does his.
Good Morning Vapeland!
Happy Birthday Morri! I hope you have a truly magical day!
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Awww man. Hahaha. You won't be at vapercon, will you? Need another youngin' to hang out with.
I'm not THAT old!
A White tractor, the kind used to pull over the road hauls, is approaching from the road near the Penthouse and Brownstone. It comes to the circular drive in-between the two high rises and goes up over the curb there. It's crossing the meadow that leads to the Tea-table/tea serving set in the middle of Vapeland. The white bonneted, crest-like top, has a bright orange oval shaped logo that matches the one on its door; nearing the edge of the grassy lawn at the edge of the meadow it pulls up and stops the air brakes hissing their released pressure in a loud Pshhhh. The passenger side opens and James comes lumbering down from the cab. He is wearing brown Dickies carpenter's work pants, a blue work shirt with the name "Jimmy" emblazoned on the left breast. His blue and white baseball cap shows the same orange, oval shaped logo, and the title "V.E. Enterprises". Under it is a motto: "Not just smoke and mirrors -delivering your dreams on time!".
James waves at the glare encased cab, and the sound of three quick blasts from the air horns mounted on it fade as it makes a u-turn and
drives back the way it came.
James walks slowly to the tar pit hole, just at the edge of the meadow and removing a tape measure, plumb, and level proceeds to measure the area. He then lays the level on the ground and it's center green plastic encased air bubble slides to the left. He takes a pencil and small tablet out and writes down his measurements. Then he takes the plumb and swings it around in a circle three times and on the third rotation it hangs, on its own in mid -air, suspended in front of the black ooze, pendulum spinning, pointing straight downward to the level and measure. James makes another quick notation and as he walks toward the grassy, lawn like area, his work clothes morph into a dark blue double breasted tuxedo, complete with powder blue bowtie, red cummerbund, with ruby shirt studs and matching red ruby cufflinks. He looks forward to the grassy area and a faint glow emits from the cufflinks reflecting off his black horned rimmed glasses.
He stops just this side of the tea table and twisting his left cufflink it starts to pulse and emit a faint beeping sound when suddenly a laser beam emits from it going far up above him. Barely visible the Pear Ship comes into view for a moment, intercepting the scarlet beam, and then seems to attach itself to it before zooming straight up out of sight, the beam following; the beeping ceases and James turns around. He flips over his right hand and a black, book-like notebook appears in it. He opens it up and reads from it:
"Hail and greetings Vapelandians! Wishes of wondrous dreams, attainable and honest schemes, and daily growing means to you all!
My employer continues to rest, recuperate, and heal thanks to the hospitality of the Pear Ship. He is enjoying long philosophical, spiritual, near-mystic conversations with the Chief Executive officer, his crew and has been visited on several occasions by Captain Beyond...he is well and sends me today with a special celebratory audio visual presentation marking our 6th month analog free!"
James pauses and adjusting the scarlet stud, in the middle of his shirt, a pale blue ray emits from it. Instantly a beam comes directly down from space, above the clear blue Vapeland sky. The beams intermingle and twist forming a 4X4 meter orb.
James can be heard clearly: "The Demise of a Dastardly Door."
A video comes into focus of an odd foreign world on the surface of the globe. It's grassy meadows, swamps, and dense jungles are populated with many and varied dinosaurs. In the distance a huge volcano is spewing a gigantic lava fountain, ash and smoke into the lavender sky. Suddenly brontosauruses feeding on lush water vegetation, in a border swamp freeze. Their gaze goes to a small clearing to their left it's matted meadow grass trembling when a black rectangle 9 feet tall and three feet wide appears. Just as the door is opening a horrific screech can be heard.
The odd purplish sun of this world is blocked by a tremendous shadow and a Titan sized bird can be seen coming out of the top of the volcano. The lava, ash, smoke, hot gases and dust have no effect on it at all. The black door is showing a small slit, sickly yellow light emitting from it, as it begins to open. Two wing flaps and the Roc is overhead screeching with deafening ire and it seizes the door in its giant talons. The black door starts to glow yellow, as the claws squeeze it shut, then red, and plumes of flames are exploding from it as the Roc hauls it away. Looking downward the gigantic flying creature breathes out a cloud of frost from its fantastic bill and the flames go out.
The Roc screams, and with the second wing flap is over the volcano and opening its claws the black door falls directly into the volcano. Just then a huge wave of lava comes out of the open top of the volcano, followed by a very loud explosion of gas and smoke. The lava engulfs the Roc but the humongous bird only glows red and settling into the wave it drops into the volcano and is gone. The screen grows dim, dimmer, then black and the orb shrinks until it is the size of a pea and with the sound of one kernel of popcorn popping it is gone.
James opens the notebook and reads again:
"Our dear friends thank you. Without you, Vapeland, this forum, and all its denizens we both would certainly still be slaves to analogs and all their dangers. Thank you for allowing us this respite and home in a universe, that apparently, is not always too civilized!" Looking around James smiles broadly; it's odd even from several feet away you can tell his white and shining teeth are real.
"My employer, and I too, want to let you know that the remainder of our present to you, and this spell bound setting of Vapeland, with the help of a new friend, our jump-jet cohorts, and the Pear Ship, will arrive sometime later this week. Our apology for the lengthy post; we felt in celebration it was proper. I'm so sorry Miss Morri that we missed your party; hopefully you can tell I had to work last night. Happy belated birthday to a bright sunbeam that lives in Vapeland."
James adjusts his left cufflink and then the right one and the ruby on it brings forth a faceted square cut ruby engulfing the strange, ancient sojourner and it quickly flies him away, out of sight, on a warm and balmy breeze like a dandelion seed blown from its fluffy white orb stem.
Awww man. Hahaha. You won't be at vapercon, will you? Need another youngin' to hang out with.

Yeah! What Giant said!
You should be glad I'm not able to go to Vapercon, because as soon as I could find my cane, I'd be hobbling after you shouting about 'Hooligans!'
Maybe I'd just bring my electric scooter! Eh? How you like them apples, you whippersnapper?!
(How old are you anyway?)
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Morning Vapeland.
So happy you were able to get your room squared away JP! and congrats on your successful juice!
I am not telling how old I am.....old enough to know better but still young enough not to always care....