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Sarika September 19th, 2006 09:41 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by CaptainTux
HOW am I? OOps! Sorry!

I'm fine. I'd be better if people would leave my thread alone.......

I have been in theater for 21 years now. Sometimes it has been professional, other times not. I am winding down that chapter of my life and focusing on my writing and being a dad.

I'd also like this thread to be mine.

:maitai: Hi Tux, how doth thee fair? Now that question can't be misconstrued can it? :LOL:

And people are people, it is our only fair we steal the thread for a while too.

Indeed, we should focus on what's important to us, and do our best with it.

Nice to see all the private messages that poured in to my inbox, as I was not here for two whole sentons! I guess people really missed my presence :/:
What's a princess to do?

Cylon Number 13 September 19th, 2006 09:54 PM

Your highness. It is pleasing to see such a beautiful woman. You shouldn't have to carry this thread. That's what I am here for. Let me carry this heavy thread for you, milady. Here, you carry these flowers.
:rose::rose::rose::rose::rose::rose::rose::rose::rose::rose::rose::rose:

CaptainTux September 20th, 2006 07:45 AM

sigh....no one sent me any PM's ;)

To Sarika:

She speaks:--
O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art
As glorious to this night, being o'er my head,
As is a winged messenger of heaven
Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes
Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him
When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds
And sails upon the bosom of the air.

To Cylon13:

Fare you well, boy: you know my mind. I will leave you now to your
gossip-like humour; you break jests as braggarts do their blades,
which, God be thanked, hurt not. Whilst I take my leave of you, the thread be thine once more.

(name the plays and scenes and I may let you have the thread for a spell.)

bsg1fan1975 September 20th, 2006 11:24 AM

haha, its mine again

Cylon Number 13 September 20th, 2006 03:28 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by CaptainTux
sigh....no one sent me any PM's ;)

To Sarika:

She speaks:--
O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art
As glorious to this night, being o'er my head,
As is a winged messenger of heaven
Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes
Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him
When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds
And sails upon the bosom of the air.

This one is from William Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet. Act II, Scene II. Spoken by Romeo to Juliet in Capulet's Orchard.

Quote:

Originally Posted by CaptainTux
To Cylon13:

Fare you well, boy: you know my mind. I will leave you now to your
gossip-like humour; you break jests as braggarts do their blades,
which, God be thanked, hurt not. Whilst I take my leave of you, the thread be thine once more.

(name the plays and scenes and I may let you have the thread for a spell.)

This one is from William Shakespeare's Much Ado About Nothing. Act V, Scene I. Spoken by Benedick to Claudio before Leonato's house.

****************************************************************

Thus since I have unraveled thy words I shall take leave of you, and with me shall the thread go. Fare thee well.

Parting is such sweet sorrow, Hmm, Captain?

Have we not heard the chimes at midnight? :LOL:

CaptainTux September 20th, 2006 05:52 PM

The Captiain discovered a bottle of merlot in the hutch today. A 2004 nbottle of Austrailian Yellow Tail. I think I bought it for a special occassion. I do not have those anymore. So i decided to have one. I got my mom to watch the little one overnight...made myself some orange mandarin chicken from scratch and let the merlot breathe properly and drank the whole fracking bottle while watching Notoriaous (a GREAT Hitchcock movie with Cary Grant and the vey very very very lovely Ingred Bergman). WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My thread. hee hee hee.

I think I need coffee.

Cylon Number 13 September 20th, 2006 08:33 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by CaptainTux
The Captiain discovered a bottle of merlot in the hutch today. A 2004 nbottle of Austrailian Yellow Tail. I think I bought it for a special occassion. I do not have those anymore. So i decided to have one. I got my mom to watch the little one overnight...made myself some orange mandarin chicken from scratch and let the merlot breathe properly and drank the whole fracking bottle while watching Notoriaous (a GREAT Hitchcock movie with Cary Grant and the vey very very very lovely Ingred Bergman). WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My thread. hee hee hee.

I think I need coffee.

You go get you some coffee, captain. And while you're gone, I'll hold this thread for you. So, until you return, this thread is...


More
Is
Never
Enough

Although
Gold
Assuredly
Is
Nice


Mine I say!!!!! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!!

Sarika September 20th, 2006 09:57 PM

Lovely poetry gentlemen, my, we are well-read warriors indeed!

Here's a favourite of mine, a classic Greek piece I hope anyone interested may also enjoy its delightful wit and humour.
It's a bit long, but worth the read! And while, Cylon no.13 was looking where Tux lay down the thread, when he went off on a mission for much needed coffee, I sneak in and cleverly say,"Look! a giant block of cheese over there, cylon"!
A-ha! sweet precious thread, mine, mine, mine!!!! :duck:
Homeric hymn to Hermes
The Stealing of Apollo’s Cattle



The maid Maia shook her head, here is
No cattle reiver, my lord Apollo, come and see;

And there was only
An empty cavern.
Wait, there was in the very plush centre
Tiny as a beam of sunlight
In a pinhole, a small
Gold cradle that rocked itself.

My son, said the maid, a true
Lovechild to Zeus;

And indeed there glowed
In the blues and saffrons of the quilts one small triumphant head,
But three days old, said the maid.

And it seemed to the God
The air was filled with the lowing of cattle.
Maiden, he said, my herds are nearby. Where?

The thief was here,
Here he stood, so recently I can hear
Heifers chew their cud and drop dung-
Maiden, said Apollo.

My lord, said the bare truth in her, only Zeus comes here.
My cattle were or are in this cavern.
Lord, is Zeus a reiver?

The God
Was starring at the infant in the cot.
Three days, he said, three days old and
Already a monster.

Wake up, my newest brother
And talk to me.

Take your choice. Speak or
I throw you downstairs into Tartarus.

I see
I do not discommode you, little thief.
He shook the cradle noting
How the child rode it, all the rough and tumble.
So, child, you too are a power. In that case,
Let us speak as equals.

A great voice filled the cavern.
My brother is too kind.
How may we speak as man to man with this
Wet dribble down my chin.

Thunder in Heaven, said Apollo, you could be Heracles
That thumper, said the babe. NO, thank you. Could he
Hide from your all-seeing eye the two cow skins I pegged outside to dry?

My cows, the God whispered, the Sacred Ones.
Who sacrificed when I was born? Said the babe.
With Zeus, terrified of his old termagant, hiding
Us here in the wilderness.

My child, my child, said Maia,
What other sacrifice would have relevance to
A major birth like mine?

What other
Shake the heavens, give us the place a new tilt?

Apollo hung over him in wide wings.
You laugh, Babe, why do you laugh at me?

NO, said the little lad, should a child
Three days old, take on the big loud spoken
Almighties? I haven’t finished my
Disquisition with reference to your kine.

The child sat up. HE
Was quite luminous, already stretched
Far beyond the body.
I thought, said he,
That heaven too should rejoice when I was born.
So I sacrificed your heifers to the Gods,
To the twelve.

Apollo said, I see you want me to state
That we Olympians number only eleven

So the twelfth smoke
Arises for a three-day old, a babe?
Ho, said the child, you shall have your cattle back at once.

My cattle, said Apollo answered, I have already.
Look into your mind, you will not find them there.

The child pondered. That’s a trick, a right one
You’ll have to teach me.

Some say, said Apollo,
With birch and ferrule. Well I’m pleased
In one way to have met you, number twelve.
Goodbye.

You’ll be back, said the babe.

The maiden Maia walked with the God, her face
Was full of wonder.
What can I say, my Lord Apollo?

Behind, in the cave, the earth had begun
To dance, Apollo turned:
A child making the music, from

A shell, a simple shell
(And that was the first string plucked)
I thought you’d be back, said the little one.
All desires pull.
And you want my shell. Here.

The music died, Apollo took the shell
Divining it,
But could not find his way into a tune.
You’ll have to teach me, said he.

Some say, said the babe,
With birch and ferrule. And one must be a God, of course.
Trees do not dance for common people.

O little cattle-robber, would you roast Apollo in the sun?
He laughed, the laughter going forth In thunders that rapped the stone heads of hills
Ad rained in the valleys.

Teach me, little brother, birch
Your sorry elder; but here’s an art I must have.

You have it, said the babe. Now
Quid pro quo, your royal herds for me.
Hey, said Apollo.
The music stopped
So, said Apollo, you can stop me
As simply as that,
While the herds are yours, the gift and the shell
Are mine.

Ah, sighed the great God.
I’ll take the shell.
But tell me, wonder-babe, what will you do with cattle,
They’re no toys, they’re not exactly cradle things, what will you do with them?

Eat them, said the little lad. And grow up, To be like Daddy.

This time however I reserve the twelve
Best portions for myself, for Hermes.
HE said modestly, the youngest and perhaps the
Fairest of the Gods.


(c.700-600 B.C)

:maitai: Aperitif, anyone?

Cylon Number 13 September 21st, 2006 06:45 AM

Cheeeeeeese! Thou hast found mine greatest weakness, milady. However, I eat quickly. And this thread is...


More
Is
Never
Enough

Although
Gold
Assuredly
Is
Nice


Mine I say!!!!! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!!

bsg1fan1975 September 21st, 2006 11:57 AM

aha! its slips through your fingers and into mine!

Cylon Number 13 September 21st, 2006 09:15 PM

More
Is
Never
Enough

Although
Gold
Assuredly
Is
Nice

bsg1fan1975 September 22nd, 2006 04:47 AM

wrong again!

Lara September 22nd, 2006 11:28 PM

With me, now.....

Cylon Number 13 September 22nd, 2006 11:40 PM

More
Is
Never
Enough

Although
Gold
Assuredly
Is
Nice

Lara September 23rd, 2006 06:06 AM

And now me..again..

Cylon Number 13 September 23rd, 2006 03:31 PM

More
Is
Never
Enough

Although
Gold
Assuredly
Is
Nice

Lara September 24th, 2006 04:06 AM

hey, deja vu!!! and MINE!! :D :D

Cylon Number 13 September 24th, 2006 09:04 PM

Try
Hiding
In
Shadows

It's
Safer

Mushies're
Yummy

Think
Hard
Recall
Everything
Absorb
Data

Sarika September 24th, 2006 10:06 PM

It's becoming repetative...so let's spice things up....nah...I got nothing, what's wrong with me??????????? :...:
I must be losing my touch....

Cylon Number 13 September 25th, 2006 09:35 PM

Do you mind if I borrow this thread from you? Thanks, luv. I'll take good care of it, milady. :kiss: :kiss: ;)


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