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Bat-Mite wrote:

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Originally posted by iv:
some of the sources i found on this said they were kind of fairy-like with wings, which i guess makes Maz a Tinkerbell with extra attitude kind of figure (implications about Luci's level of relationship maturity left for others to draw) (weirdo nerd hat off. well i /tried/...)

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So Lucifer is a sociopath Peter Pan? The little kid that didn't want to grow up and accept his responsabilities as Lord of Hell?

That makes God an omnipotent Captain Hook?

Am I looking too much into this?"

Lord_Savaunt wrote:

" Well that would make all the other fallen angels the Neverland kids that hung out with Pan. They always struck me as inefectual twits that Peter didn't need. Kind of like Lucifer. He didn't need the hordes of hell, so he ditched them.

If you look at the movie Hook with Dustin Hoffman and Robin Williams you also see similarities. Like Lucifer Williams version of Pan left his kingdom and came over to the real world. He started to live a normal life in the work a day world, even to gather a social cirlce of friends and family.

Lucifer was sort of doing that what with Lux. He had employees that knew him as the boss rather then as the former lord of hell (kind of Like Peter Pans lawyer associates not knowing who he really was). Given time he might have even got to know some of the regulars on a first name basis.

Unfortunately things are not meant to last like this for long. Like Pan, our protagonist is visited by old contacts from his past. Soon he's drawn back to his old stamping grounds, where long held grudges need to be settled before things get deadly (for the hero anyway). Things aren't looking up for Lucifer anymore than they were for Peter Pan when he showed up in Never Never Land still trying to think like an adult.

Well I could go on... but my girlfriend wants to watch a movie with me. So I'll se ya later."

Zizzler wrote:

I can't believe i have been reading this from the begining and have never posted here.

***Carry On***

Sriad wrote:

"Kinda makes one wonder what God's crocodile is? Or maybe we should post this part in ""How will it end""?"

In issue 6 of Midnight Mass, there's a brief mention of a haunted tea kettle that whistles Rachmaninoff tunes when it boils.

I just thought I would mention it.

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""All my friends are soldiers
and they are getting drunk
Oh, Johnny come and save me
I believe my luck has sunk.""

- Jeffrey Lee Pierce"

Papercut Fun wrote:

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Originally posted by Johnny Bacardi:
Ah, coincidences.

Many miles away, I live in a small Kentucky town, population something like 2500, which features a professional repertory theatre (named, oddly enough, ""Horse Cave Theatre"". Check it out:
http://www.horsecavetheatre.org/

So what's the point? None, really, except I thought it was kinda interesting that I should run across a reference to this play on the DCMBs.

All the best to ya, Papercut! And many broken legs...

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Thanks Stately...I'd have liked to have checked out the Dracula interpretation. Sounds like your small Kentucky town has got a varied and interesting taste in theatre. Agatha Christie housed with Bill Shakespeare housed with Bram Stoker. Strange bedfellows indeed.

I'm now two weeks into my run...long enough to no longer need to review my lines at home, but not yet long enough to be showing up at the theatre drunk and coked up before every performance. Ahhhh, two weeks is a magical ""in between"" time.

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Papercut Fun wrote:

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Originally posted by Lord_Savaunt:
Well I've been at two rows for awhile. What I'm waiting for is still a few steps away, about 4 steps actually.

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Did I miss it?

What was four steps away? World domination? The completion of a 12 step program? Don't leave me hanging like this Lord S. I'm an inquiring mind and I need to know.

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Lord_Savaunt wrote:

" Well what I'm waiting for on this thread is still yet to come, but it's closer. It's now only 3 steps away. Well I guess I should point out that of those three steps there are 62 sub steps.

So I am now 62 sub steps away from what I've been salivating to see."

you're waiting for the 69th page?

as for me, i've already reached Member status and the thread has reached it's second row in my browser...

the culmination of all my efforts. the end of predestination. the end of tyranny.

and i need more coffee...

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oh, and just to keep a certain semblance of ""tea"" in my post, i'd like to share my experience about tea...

yesterday, i felt guilty about posting in this thread when the last time i drank tea was when i was circumsized....

so i went to the kitchen and just took the first thing in there that looks like a teabag(it has a thread thingy stapled on it's paper sachet) and has the words ""Tea"" on it...plus a few chinese looking words, which to me, kind of looks like a bunch of insects dancing...

...it turns out that it's actually a WEIGHT LOSS kind of TEA...

so now, there's an armaggedon going on in my tummy, as if there's two countries inside my stomach worshipping two diffrent gods and trying to bomb each other out of existence.

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From an e-mail I sent around on Monday night:

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We're very happy to announce the arrival of our little girl, Imogen
Solbritt Stewart, born 2.805 kg and 46 cm in length at 12.57pm Hong Kong
time today.

""Imogen"" comes from Shakespeare's play Cymbelline, and is derived from the
word ""imagination"". ""Imi"" (the shortened version) incidentally means
""meaning"" in Japanese, which is very appropriate as she has brought much
meaning to our lives. ""Solbritt"" is both her mum's and her grandmother's
names, and is Swedish for ""sun-bright"".

Imie is extremely cute, with blonde hair, a button nose, fair skin and
blue-ish eyes. She very much enjoys cuddles and seems to like the ""The
Teddy Bears' Picnic"" song, even when sung off-key by her dad.

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I had to explain what ""Imogen"" means as it isn't a name that seems to have crossed the Atlantic. I think I have said before that my wife is a Swede, explaining the middle name.

Anyone who can put up with my singing has to be a blood relative. No doubt I have musically scarred her already.

Changed my first nappie (diaper) yesterday. Crazy times.

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Do some good in the world: United Nations on-line Volunteers."

Rama Bonn wrote:

"Typhoid Dave -

Congratulations on your latest life achievement!

May your daughter grow up healthy, smart, and never meet a jin en mok.

Rama"

Adrian Brown wrote:

Congratulations to Imogen on her choice of parents.

Ade

Papercut Fun wrote:

Congrats TDave. Lots of fun and interesting times coming your way.

Mike Carey wrote:

"Great news, Dave. And 2.8kg is the ideal weight for a baby girl - as proved scientifically by the fact that that's how much my daughter Louise weighed when she was born.

And you can't hold a tune? Jeez, this is like history repeating itself...

Really, really happy for you. :) "

strafenkinder wrote:

Ugh! I am in the midst of breeders!

And will Peter Pan ever made into a Vertigo mini-series?

T
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Thanks guys!

Back to your regularly scheduled teabagging.

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Do some good in the world: United Nations on-line Volunteers.

Proud dad of Imogen Solbritt Stewart, born 30 09-2002."

Mike Carey wrote:

"No, no. Let's all sing an out-of-tune song together."

Invisigoth wrote:

"Agreed. The song should have something to do with Shakespear (in honer of Dave's kid), parenthood, and Lucifer (to stay on topic). And something that it doesn't matter if we sing off-key.

Therefore, I suggest we all join in with the following jody (those songs soldiers sing when they're running).


Hamlet's mother, she's the Queen!

Buys it in the final scene!

Drinks a glass of funky wine!

Now, she's Satan's valentine!"

Adrian Brown wrote:

"How about ...

Imogen no possessions,
it's easy if you try..."

matrixport wrote:

"Congratulations Dave! That's great news! She'll be a citizen of how many different countries? :)

Unfortunately, the only group sing-a-long song that comes to mind is the ""I Love You"" song from Barney (which is funny enough, as I barely survived it the first time around with my own kids...).

And Adrian, that's almost as painful. :) "

If you go down to the woods today
you'd better go in disguise
if you go down to the woods today you're in for a big surprise
for every bear that ever there was
has gathered here to settle because
today's the day the teddy bears have their picnic

Next verse?

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Originally posted by matrixport:
Congratulations Dave! That's great news! She'll be a citizen of how many different countries? :)

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Now that's a difficult question, matrixport. She'll be an Australian and a Swede (holder of an EU passport). We thought she might have permanent residency rights here in HK, but apparently not: she's tied to my employment visa somehow and will have no right of abode (a controversial topic here right now for mainlanders).

(She'll also be burdened with taxes for life, being a citizen of the two countries with the world's highest tax rates....)


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Do some good in the world: United Nations on-line Volunteers.

Proud dad of Imogen Solbritt Stewart, born 30 09-2002."

Then come live in our country, we have high taxes here as well but it's easy to find a way to minimize them legally or to evade them illegally....

...but....we have a VERY high crime rate. we make effrul look like a children's playground.

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Originally posted by Neilencio:
Then come live in our country, we have high taxes here as well but it's easy to find a way to minimize them legally or to evade them illegally....

...but....we have a VERY high crime rate. we make effrul look like a children's playground.

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Where be that?

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Do some good in the world: United Nations on-line Volunteers.

Proud dad of Imogen Solbritt Stewart, born 30 09-2002."

Philippines

The Philippines! Kamusta. Where are you? Been to Zamboanga, Isabella (on Basilan Island) and Manila (Makati) for work. Isabella is a rough town, and Zamboanga wasn't much better, but the Basilan Strait was very pretty. Got my drink spiked in a bar in Makati - woke up 12 hours later in my hotel room, wallet intact, kidneys intact, no idea how I got there. Lots of guns everywhere, especially Zamboanga, where everyone had them strapped to their calves: a bank manager I interviewed walked me back to the office I was working from in case I got kidnapped. Cheery people though, on par with Thai people. I dated my dentist a few years back - she was half Filipina.

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Do some good in the world: United Nations on-line Volunteers.

Proud dad of Imogen Solbritt Stewart, born 30 09-2002."

Great lost teas etc etc

CROXLEY GREEN TEA

A year after it opened, in 1912, Croxley Green Railway Station was burned down by Suffragettes. Although the Station House was rebuilt, its rural location, west of Watford, meant that there was little practical use for it, and both the station and the railway line fell into a slow decline, eventually closing in the late 1970s.

In December of 1951, a freight train derailment had damaged the far end of the London-bound platform. This section of the platform was then permanently closed to the general public and as a result passengers were only ever able to board or depart from the first four carriages of any train that stopped at the station.

The following Spring, an abundant variety of herbs sprung up in the gaps in the broken platform, possibly seeded from the nearby walled herb gardens at Atlas House.
In 1953, a tea stall, run by two elderly sisters, opened on the platform, the tea being prepared from the dried or freshly cut herbs that grew around the station. Tea was sold by the cup but more commonly, commuters and railway workers would bring their own containers and buy it by the flask.

The tea stall closed in 1961, after one of the sisters died. For a while, there was a teashop in Croxley, with a large herb garden at the back, which served tea very similar to that which had been sold at the Railway Station. It is now a private residence and the garden has been divided into allotment plots.

Although there was nothing special or distinctive about Croxley Green Tea, I recall with great fondness, arriving at the station early in the morning and queuing up at the stall for a flask of Croxley Camomile.

I also remember returning from the city one mellow Autumn evening and pausing beneath the wooden awning of the station, on the sun-dappled platform, with the train pulling away from it, loosening the stiff collar of my shirt from around my sore neck and sipping from a steaming cup of mint and dandelion tea before walking in the dying light through the village to the place that was my home.

When I think back to that time - the little wooden tea stand, the two sisters struggling with their kettles full of water and the sprigs of herbs laid out neatly on the counter beside a pair of red handled secateurs, I feel a deep-seeded, almost painful longing for a part of English life and for a part of my own life that have both long since disappeared.



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""All my friends are soldiers
and they are getting drunk
Oh, Johnny come and save me
I believe my luck has sunk.""

- Jeffrey Lee Pierce"

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Originally posted by TyphoidDave:
The Philippines! Kamusta. Where are you? Been to Zamboanga, Isabella (on Basilan Island) and Manila (Makati) for work. Isabella is a rough town, and Zamboanga wasn't much better, but the Basilan Strait was very pretty. Got my drink spiked in a bar in Makati - woke up 12 hours later in my hotel room, wallet intact, kidneys intact, no idea how I got there. Lots of guns everywhere, especially Zamboanga, where everyone had them strapped to their calves: a bank manager I interviewed walked me back to the office I was working from in case I got kidnapped. Cheery people though, on par with Thai people. I dated my dentist a few years back - she was half Filipina.

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Whoah!

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my ""whoah"" was for the dentist dating part....

....and it's nice that you've seen our country, and judging by the way you've posted those thoughts....i'm glad(and kind of proud) that you liked your stay....the deal with the guns bit is not that big of a problem nowadays...now we got kids who make their own homemade shotguns and blow each others heads off...

I'm in Pateros, just one jeepney ride or a 30 minute walk away from Makati.

and to keep myself in topic...

TEABAGS!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Mike Carey wrote:

"Great lost teas are back!!! Now by god's grace the glorious sun is ris'n. :)

Thank you, Backwards."

Thank you mike,

Sometimes I think I could write stupid tea-based fan fiction all day.

I was paying for some stuff at the supermarketlast week and the price of the mango tea I was buying wasn't coming up on the till.

The cashier asked me if I knew how much it was and when I said I didn't know, she put it through as 25 pence.

I have decided to take this as a sign that the tea gods are pleased with us. We haven't done quite enough to get the tea for free, but they're prepared to give us a generous discount on it.

There is, I believe, an order of monks that pray in shifts, so that there is always someone praying to their god.

In a way I think the tea bag thread is like our continuous prayer to the gods of tea.


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""All my friends are soldiers
and they are getting drunk
Oh, Johnny come and save me
I believe my luck has sunk.""

- Jeffrey Lee Pierce"

Lord_Savaunt wrote:

" I now have this image of a god trying to get some sleep and failing miserably for the last few decades. :)

By the way Dave congrats on the kid. I think Imogen is a good name. A coulple years back I used to hear a song on the radio that I really liked. It turned out to be by a singer (or perhaps a band) named Imogen Heap. Not terribly interesting I know, but it's the only thing related to the name Imogen I could think of."

how about a god who decided to quit and try to start a duet with morningstar

The Episode of the Phoenician Tea of the Sargasso

One of the most significant tea finds in naval history was by the great 19th century explorer poet, Sir Robert Hargreaves-Smythe. Sir Robert was deep sea diving in the Sargasso Sea on assignment from HMG's Exploration Office, in search of the fabled Kraken, when his brass diving bell touched the prow of a wreck. The sunken ship proved to be of Phoenician origin, possibly a triereme, although how the vessel came to be in those waters is unknown. Sir Robert managed to extract some porcelain (bearing Sanskrit writing) and a small sealed jar contain a mix of dried herbs. Sir Robert was quite perplexed as to the purpose of these herbs, and the mystery was only solved when his cabin boy, precocious at the best of times, tripped over a pile of naval charts while carrying the precious jar, sending the precious contents flying into a silver bowl of hot clean water which Sir Robert had intended to use while shaving. The heady, aromatic flavour had Sir Robert salivating profusely, by his own admission in his diaries (now kept at the British Museum), and without hesitation his sipped the brew, experiencing a taste which Sir Robert is reported to have described during his subsequent lecture at Oxford as ""more enchanting than an Indo-Chinee houri"". Sir Robert was known for his lapses into prolix, however, so the description is no doubt exaggerated, and in any event Sir Robert's widow thereafter denied he had ever made the statement. When Sir Robert returned two years later to the site with a salvage crew in the hope of recovering more of the sunken tea, he discovered to his horror that the wreck had disappeared, twice a victim of the oceanic quagmire of the Sargasso. Contemporaries of Sir Robert describe him as becoming withdrawn and sullen following this episode, and it is true that he retired from public life and never undertook another exploratory adventure again, dying a mere 5 years later in a freak accident involving a corset, a broom closet and a large riding crop.

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Do some good in the world: United Nations on-line Volunteers.

Proud dad of Imogen Solbritt Stewart, born 30 09-2002."

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Originally posted by backwards7:
Great lost teas etc etc

CROXLEY GREEN TEA

A year after it opened, in 1912, Croxley Green Railway Station was burned down by Suffragettes. Although the Station House was rebuilt, its rural location, west of Watford, meant that there was little practical use for it, and both the station and the railway line fell into a slow decline, eventually closing in the late 1970s.

In December of 1951, a freight train derailment had damaged the far end of the London-bound platform. This section of the platform was then permanently closed to the general public and as a result passengers were only ever able to board or depart from the first four carriages of any train that stopped at the station.

The following Spring, an abundant variety of herbs sprung up in the gaps in the broken platform, possibly seeded from the nearby walled herb gardens at Atlas House.
In 1953, a tea stall, run by two elderly sisters, opened on the platform, the tea being prepared from the dried or freshly cut herbs that grew around the station. Tea was sold by the cup but more commonly, commuters and railway workers would bring their own containers and buy it by the flask.

The tea stall closed in 1961, after one of the sisters died. For a while, there was a teashop in Croxley, with a large herb garden at the back, which served tea very similar to that which had been sold at the Railway Station. It is now a private residence and the garden has been divided into allotment plots.

Although there was nothing special or distinctive about Croxley Green Tea, I recall with great fondness, arriving at the station early in the morning and queuing up at the stall for a flask of Croxley Camomile.

I also remember returning from the city one mellow Autumn evening and pausing beneath the wooden awning of the station, on the sun-dappled platform, with the train pulling away from it, loosening the stiff collar of my shirt from around my sore neck and sipping from a steaming cup of mint and dandelion tea before walking in the dying light through the village to the place that was my home.

When I think back to that time - the little wooden tea stand, the two sisters struggling with their kettles full of water and the sprigs of herbs laid out neatly on the counter beside a pair of red handled secateurs, I feel a deep-seeded, almost painful longing for a part of English life and for a part of my own life that have both long since disappeared.

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That's really good B7 - I have tried to emulate your good form.



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Do some good in the world: United Nations on-line Volunteers.

Proud dad of Imogen Solbritt Stewart, born 30 09-2002."

Mr. Gage wrote:

"I swear, this is like reading a Nick Bantock book.

Somebody work up some illustrations, and package the book with little envelopes filled with tea, and we shall be rich, my schoolmates!

PS: Ever notice how reading something dense with that white-on-dark screen makes the dark-on-light gray text box look squingey? I sure am."

Papercut Fun wrote:

"Squingey? Is that a word? I like it though. Maybe Mike can work it into an upcoming issue, with the eggmen.

That reminds me, isn't their issue coming up soon?

Eggman 1: So what did Lucifer say?
Eggman 2: Nothing, he just stared at me. Made me feel really squingey.
Eggman 1: Well get yourself cleaned up for dinner.
Eggman 2: What are we having?
Eggman 1: Dude, we ARE dinner.
Eggman 2: Ah, crap."

Mike Carey wrote:

" :) It's #31 - the double-page spread on pp2&3. But they're kind of hard to spot. It's like one of those puzzles you did when you were a kid: ""Can you find three eggs hiding in this picture?""

Squingey is a portmanteau word - square and dingy."

Adrian Brown wrote:

"Excellent ! Call My Bluff !

Actually, squingey is pronounced skwinGGee, and it refers to the soft squidgy nature of a recently brewed teabag."

Papercut Fun wrote:

"WHAT?!?!? Less than one month til the eggmen debut? No wonder issue 30 shipped a week late, Vertigo's buying time to build the hype. A full page ad. Feature article in ""on the ledge"". Maybe a free preview in The Furies?

Have I got enough time to get my tuxedo pressed? How does one press a tuxedo while one is still wearing it? Darn it, these tassles are beginning to sag.

Still, bring on the eggmen!!!"