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Post by Phalon on Jun 16, 2004 0:27:28 GMT -6
HA! You all thought you'd be finally rid of looking at this thread. But see, the material covered here so often comes up in everyday conversation, (pfft!), and I do like to sound like I know what I'm talking about, (pfft, again).
Besides, Gabbin isn't here to object.
Lucky, you would be, if the old board closes before I get too far in copying and pasting.
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Post by Lesa on Jun 16, 2004 0:34:44 GMT -6
Oh, it'll be staying up as a read-only (and copy-from) archive, so you'll have plenty of time.
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Post by Phalon on Jun 16, 2004 0:36:10 GMT -6
gabbin Registered Member Posts: 372 (2/18/03 9:17 pm) MYTHING PERSONSDid I Mythos the point, Alex? Alex Trebek of Jeopardy: Uh, yes, Next question. Zena: What was this post originally going to be named? Dude: What is Mythos du Jour? Alex: Correct. Dude: I'll choose...threadbare for 200. Alex: There is a thread. GP: what is mythological Greek figures, goddeses and gods? Alex: Correctomundo. Gig: Dang, my buzzer isn't working! I am so low tech, can't figure out this techno stuff...Gabbin, can you help me again? A little pun to be had while learning about mythological Greek gods, goddesses, demi-gods and their pals. Edited by: gabbin at: 2/18/03 8:21:10 pm -------------------- gabbin Registered Member Posts: 373 (2/18/03 9:25 pm) Demeter the subject, the better. Demeter is running on the taxi so I will get to the point. Which reminds me of taxing taxes I need to get to. Da more demeter da more ya like her. Demeter isn't as long as dayard. At least that is what Demeter Moore said once. Demeter (Duh-mee-tur)-Mother Earth, Goddess of harvest and 100CM long ruler of measurements. (Roman Ceres).Pre-dates Greek myth. Often worshipped along with Dionysis. Parents were Cronus and Rehea. Cronus ate her and 3 sisters out of fear of losing power. Zeus heimlicked them all to Demeter her (to meet her). Zues and Demeter had a child, Core who Hades liked and wanted. After Zeus helped him Demeter grieved and the whole world began to wither and dry. Zues gave in but, since being in the earths' core, Core had eaten the food of the dead, so she could only come for a part of the year. Thus, the seasons. When Core, aka Persephone, Queen of the Underworld goes back to Hades, winter comes. Whew, well that explains the seasons... -------------------- phalon1 Registered Member Posts: 950 (2/19/03 1:28 am) Re: Demeter the subject, the better. Demeter, Goddess of Harvest and Fertility. Mother Earth. You say Demeter, I say Demoter. Demeter, Demoter, Hops n’ Fertility InCoreporated. Let’s get to the Core issues here. Hades fell in love with Demeter's daughter, Core, (or Persephone), and carries her off to Tartarus to spend the rest of her days in basic hell. Demeter becomes angry and forbids the plants to yield any fruit. The Wrath of Mother Nature and all. Zeus inter-vines and tells Hades to return Perespone and then tells Demeter, “No problem. You can have your daughter back if she has not eaten the food of the dead.” So Persephone, thinking the trip home may be a long one, and possibly no McDonald’s along the way, grabs a quick handful of pomegranate seeds before leaving. So Hades and Demeter fight over custody and Zeus steps in again, ruling that Hades gets her for three months out of the year. Winter. The Core Problem? The Pomegranate. We used to call them Indian Apples as kids. Sucking on the juicy pulp surrounding the seeds. Pa-tooey, Pa-tooey. I think the apple has gotten a bad rap throughout history. First the thing with Eve and the forbidden fruit. Then Persephone eating a few seeds of an Indian apple. The fruit is rotten to the Core, and the apple of Demeter’s eye now resigned to spend a couple of months out of the year in Tartarus. Even caramel, deliciously wrapped around the apple, enveloping it in it’s velvety folds, molding around it like a soft kid glove and actually a good wrap, can turn bad once a bite is taken, causing cavities, ripping the fillings from your teeth and bringing on major pain. What a pain in the assple. So again what would seem so innocent and pure, is actually a bad wrap for the poor apple. How's Demeter's Apples for ya? -------------------- phalon1 Registered Member Posts: 963 (2/22/03 12:10 am) Griffin take I was able to catch a Xena episode today. The Daughter of Pomira. In it, the villain says to Xena, “Now the griffin sheds its wings”. Used in the context of the conversation, it meant, “showing your true colors”. What an odd phrase. I’ve heard of spreading your wings, getting your wings, clipping your wings, and winged tipped shoes, good for dancing around subjects, but never shedding your wings. Molting, maybe, but not shedding. So I set about to find out more about griffins. We had two griffin statues at the nursery. They’ve been there longer than anyone could remember, so long that their wing tips were broke. Poor things probably couldn’t fly away. I marked the price way down this fall and they finally sold. These things were so big that it took a front-end loader for us to get them in the customer’s truck. I have to wonder how the man got them out. Probably still riding around with them in the truck bed, like some sort of odd ornamental guardian security system. Anyway, back to my search for answers to the shedding question. Griffins are native to India and seem to have flown all over the ancient world as they show up in many different cultures’ mythology and legends. Since Xena takes place in Greece, I will stick to the Greek version, since it’s all Greek to me anyway. Griffins have the head and wings of an eagle and the body of a lion. I’m not lion. They are considered heroic beasts known for their speed in flight, eyesight as sharp as an eagle’s, and the strength and courage of a lion. They have many virtues and no apparent vices. Andy Griffith is a descendent of this virtuous mythological beast, but somewhere in the family tree was a lisp. I’m thinking, mayberry on his mother’s side. Hello, I’m Missusth Griffith. Female griffins are the ones with the wings. The males are flightless and have spikes instead. Griffins pulled the chariot of Nemesis, the Goddess of Justice and Divine Retribution. She thanked them by holding a feast in their honor once a year. A Thanksgriffin Day feast. I hope that she didn’t serve turkey and gravy, because that would seem somewhat cannibalistic, don’t you think? So none of this answers the question of why a griffin would shed its wings. Perhaps since the females are the ones with the wings and virtues, that by shedding them they become males with spiny spikes along their backs, and thus more threatening or dangerous? I dunno. Edited by: phalon1 at: 2/21/03 11:14:07 pm -------------------- gabbin Registered Member Posts: 381 (2/24/03 8:50 pm) I shall Debra Winger this. Well, I am going to wing it here and not do research but, theorize. This is always a dangerous pursuit for me. Let me purse my lips and don my purse-suit to do this... Well, Phalon, LMHO there with a CHIRP. I think that the body is a lion and the wings are on the body. The wind beneath my wings holds the whole chabang bang Chitty thing up. Oh, this is going losing altitude fast. The gages are saying bail! Anyway, so lion, yes, molting beer and shedding and all. The wings probably go with the fur, I fugure. Can I get 86 for this type of thinking? Like any good female she leaves her freedom behind to stoop to his level. Dang.
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Post by Phalon on Jun 17, 2004 22:47:05 GMT -6
Gabbin Registered Member Posts: 384 (2/25/03 2:09 pm) You can shed my wings, shed my wings, ding a ling a ling. Okay, I am not going to go over the embarrassing goose chase I just went through to find these wing shedders, Phalon. But, I will say it involved combos of words like shed, wings and spread. I know you are dreading the next sentence, and so should you be..... Well, I dunno shed spread is butter than oleo but, on the oleo hand is higher in fat.......So, be careful of spreading what you are shedding oleo life, ya butter be good.
Okay, wing shedders. Ants. That is all I have to say (right). Male and female leave the colony on Gossamer wings spread their wings fly till they find Zena or Phalon's favorite flower bed, dive down and shed their wings and set up house, er....colony.
Who sang that song Shed My Wings, Madame Patti LaButterfly? I know Mariah Carried sang a butterfly song as did Paul Mcartney before he shed his Wings....slap me, slap me silly, no, too late for that. Edited by: gabbin at: 2/25/03 1:13:48 pm
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phalon1 Registered Member Posts: 991 (3/1/03 10:14 pm) Re: You can shed my wings, shed my wings, ding a ling a ling LMGO, Gabbin. Churning out the cream of the crock on those butter puns. Could it get any butter than that?
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phalon1 Registered Member Posts: 995 (3/3/03 10:57 am) Re: You can shed my wings, shed my wings, ding a ling a ling Today's morning Xena episode was "The Plays the Thing", and I have it on while mopping up the battlefield that is my living room. Slaughtered stuffed animal carcasses strewn about, I lay them to rest and give them a proper burial in the toy box, but Baby Phalon the Destroyer is quick on my heels, wreaking havoc, and destroying whatever crosses her path. I wage war on the aftermath of her destruction on a daily basis, but it seems to be a losing battle.
All of the sudden, in the mist of flying legos, she stops, points at the television screen, screaming, "Eee-iii-eee-iii-ooooo". This is her term for all farm animals. On the screen is the pompous centaur who does not want to be known as a centaur, but an actor in a horse suit.
He thinks he's a man. Baby Phalon thinks he's a farm animal. I have no clue.
Is a centaur, animal, (horse of a really different color), vegetable, (human bean), or mineral, (neither animal or vegetable, or maybe a little of both - man in a perpetual vegetative state with rocks for brains)? Edited by: phalon1 at: 3/3/03 10:01:32 am
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gabbin Registered Member Posts: 385 (3/3/03 3:52 pm) Centaur for your thoughts Well, Phalon, that is easy, he is a horseman. Badaboom! Actually by body percentage I think the horse wins by a nose.
Centaur, yes, interesting name, not pennytaur, not centar, but centaur. Suspicious name for sure, those neighsayers. They do seem to be the centaur of attention, but hoof can you help that when they are bi......bi.....bi-body. Bi...body lies over the ocean, bi body lies over the haaaaaaay. Whoaah, rein myself in. Saddle to see me ride away from the subject like that. Mare I get back to the mane subject here. LMAO. Shoe! I that was a good laugh. I was colt and now I am warmed up so let's get to it.
Okay, 2 minute internet search. What we've all been waiting to hear...the gossip. Centaur, the child of Ixion and a cloud, yes, you read right, a cloud (Zues made a cloud look like Hera and Ixion went for the cloudbait) did it in the forest with a milk of magnesia mare! GASP! Anyway, that is all I heard over the corral fence.
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callyrulz Registered Member Posts: 225 (3/3/03 3:58 pm) Re: Centaur for your thoughts BOLL Phalon. I thought Mini-Cally was the Destroyer. Heaven help us if these two youngins ever meet. The world would instantly implode in fear. I say this as I am taking a break from searching for the banana peel left over from today's lunch. I believe it to be buried somewhere in Bunky's room.
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Re: Centaur for your thoughts Ah yes, Gabbin, the story of Ixion and Cloud Hera and their foal relationship is now coming back to me. I saw the movie version, “A Centaur of a Woman”, starring Al Palomino as Ixion. It is a little known, and even lesser documented fact, that the mouth bit part of Al’s….er…ah…dancing partner in the tango was heavily coveted in Fillywood. Mare Whinnyingham auditioned, and really hammed it up, but lost out. Too much whinnying and complaining, and the film was about horsemeat and not ham. It ended up being a toss up between Mustang Sally Fields and a lesser known actress, Gabriella Anwar. Gabriella was perfect because she kept her head in the clouds, but the producers kept having to scream, “Gabrieeeelllllllaaaaaa”, to bring her back. In the end, they left it up to a centaur toss to decide who would get the part of Cloud Hera. Mustang Sally chose heads, Gabriella tails. The Xena centaur flip, and the centaur landed on its head. Tails up. So Mustang Sally lost, as did the centaur, who ended up with a concussion. Gabriella got the tail end, and thus the centaur was born. Really. I’m not horsing around, though my head may be a bit cloudy on the details.
Yes, Cally. Oh my. Mini Callisto and Baby Evil Xena, (played by Baby Phalon and not to be confused with Little Xena, who is older and wiser now, has seen the errs of her ways, and is seeking redemption by battling Baby Evil Xena every chance she gets). I can see them now, riding on their little rocking horses, plotting against nap times, clean up, and snowsuits everywhere. Look out, play dates will never be the same.
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Post by Phalon on Jun 17, 2004 22:56:42 GMT -6
Gabbin Registered Member Posts: 389 (3/4/03 9:38 pm) Artemis shall insemi a nation Artemis. Well, I naturally thought that this was the goddess of bad art or bad art deals or art theft or something. I can just see the curator talking about his feeling that something was amis with the art. Or, perhaps, that the painting was not quite well-hung and said the art was a miss. Or maybe some early word for the feminine painting term, Art+miss. But, no. It is more interesting than that.
ARTEMIS-I may spend a few days on this goddess...child of Zeus (isn't everyone?) and Leto. Gossip city here. I feel grundgy passing this on. Leto was pregnant when Zues dumped her and married Hera. In jealousy, Hera hounded Leto (Leto missed the boat that night...) but, she had her twins, Artemis and 9 days later, Apollo, anyway. They were great defenders of their Mom (and so should they be).
Artemis has many skills...(big breath)..she presides over childbirth (mid-wife), she is the lady of wild things, you make my heart sing, huntswomen of the Gods, protector of young, associated with the moon, virgin (GASP!) and goddess of chastity. In other words a typical everyday gal. All wild animals are afraid of her. Her tree is the Cypress and she uses silver arrows. What a useful and needed goddess. Go Arty.
I think the XWP writers could have done a season 7 with her and Athena, myself. La la la la.
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phalon1 Registered Member Posts: 1000 (3/5/03 9:59 am) Re: Artemis shall insemi a nation Leto had twins? She must have been a blimp. Leto Zeppelin. Whole lotta Leto. Gotta whole lotta Leto. Yes, I'm living on borrowed puns. So Hera gave her a letozeptionally hard time with no valid letoplanation. Or is that just Herasay, as gossip often turns into?
Artemis. Ok, I need to make a superficial trip on the super information highway to the Mythology Department store. Don't know much about history. Don't know much of mythology...Maybe I'll check with Simon and Schuster, because Simon and Garfunkel split up years ago. Paul hooked up with Schuster, but Artemissing.
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gabbin Registered Member Posts: 391 (3/5/03 8:02 pm) Re: Artemis shall insemi a nation Leto me make one thing clear, I am really enjoying doing this post with you, Phalon. Smile.
Okay, well, to continue on the web of Artemis. Today's ep is Sacrifice, which has Callistooooooo.
Callisto is, in Greek Mythology, daughter of Lycaon, King of Arcad (The game arcades Capital), a hunting attendant of Artemis. Now as attendant she must vow chastidy!?! Hmmm, a funky old twist on our Nuns? Wow, what a question. Well, the gossip gets bad here...Zues, that bad busy boy, posed as Artemis and then Callisto....well, let's spare the details and say she bore a son, Arcas. Yes, raise those eyebrows high. May I just pause here and say, Zues, baby, you are the top god, why don't you get yourself fixed? Think, dude, sheesh.
Later, Zues, in order to hide Callisto from his wive's wrath (she sure was busy just wrathing up after all the women he screwed up, I'll tell ya) put her into a constellation...Ursa Major and her son into Ursa Minor. Wow, well, Hera made sure that Callisto would never touch the ocean and that, my Judge and Jury, is why she, U. Major aka Callisto circles in eternity around the North Star. I rest my Callisto.
Did you know this? I never had heard this story.
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phalon1 Registered Member Posts: 1005 (3/6/03 11:49 am) Mything some Ursa major details No Gabbin, I didn’t know, but while in the Mythology Department Store, shopping for lost Artepuns, I went down the Milky Way aisle. My Callisto knowledge cupboard was bear and I needed to stock up on the bear necessities.
Getting some rock bottom deals in the bargain basement, this is what I found. A few different stories and they are conflicting. It gets confusing so let’s just constellate on the bear facts.
Mirror, mirror on the wall. Who’s the fairest of them all? Callisto – meaning fairest. Callisto accompanies Artemis on a hunt. Zeus, star-struck at her beauty, star-studded her and then she bears a child, Arcas. Hera becomes angry and seeks revenge.
This is where the story varies. One version has Hera turning Callisto into a bear. Acras grows into a fine young prince and while out hunting, Hera, always one to hold a grudge, places Callisto the bear in front of the bow, intending for Arcas to kill his own mother. Zeus, still a little starry-eyed, throws her up to the heavens, and never one to shirk his fatherly duties, puts Arcas along side her. Ursa Major and Ursa Minor. The Greater Bear and the Lesser Bear. Now they are safe from Hera’s wrath.
The other version has Artemis turning Callisto into the bear, hunting her down and shooting the arrow as punishment for failing to fulfill her maidenhood duties.
I am wondering how this relates to Xena: Warrior Princess. Even taking the many liberties the writers took with the mythological deities and legends into consideration, the Callisto character on the show seems such a far cry from the myths of Artemis’ attendant. Of course, then again…the character was fair, at least fair-haired - she never really played fair though. She does have that star-like quality about her. I suppose you could liken Xena rousing the evil in Callisto by killing her family, to a bear being awakened from hibernation. Maybe one could even argue that she exhibited tendencies towards bi-polar bear disorder. Though artic-icy glares for example. And don’t forget all those grizzly acts she committed.
Oh yes, Gabbin, I am liking this thread. I am gaining such an insightful and vast knowledge of mythology. I can barely wait for Little Xena to learn about the Greek gods and goddesses in school. I imagine with Auntie Gabbin’s and my help, she’ll ace the course.
-------------------- phalon1 Registered Member Posts: 1018 (3/12/03 12:30 am) Re: Mything some Ursa major details Speaking of mything persons, constellations and Xena characters, the other day Little Xena was reading a library book about the stars, not Lucy, Renee or Hudson, but the fiery lights in the sky. The book offered all kinds of suggestions about stargazing, and I think Little Xena had some notions that we were going to lay out on the frozen tundra that is still my front lawn and gaze up at the sky in freezing temperatures. Think again, dear. I remember though, when my brothers and I were little, my dad would take us down to the beach when we were camping to look for shooting stars. Gosh, what great memories. We’ll have to share such things, Little Xena, because that is the great stuff of childhood, but not until the weather gets warmer. Anyway, I saw in her book, that Draco is a constellation. I didn’t know that, as I know less about astronomy than I do about Greek mythology.
Draco, the dragon, is a constellation that starts at the North Star in Ursa Major, (remember Callisto), and winds itself around Ursa Minor, (Arcas.) There was great battle between the Titans and the Olympians. Draco had the task of guarding the springs of life and immortality. Hera tells him to protect the golden apples, which she had presented Zeus on the day of their wedding. Along comes Hercules, who kills Draco and steals the golden apples, which became a symbol of his immortality. So Hera awards Draco the constellation prize for his faithfulness, and puts him in the sky as a constellation.
Another version. The Titans and Olympians were again fighting - a ten-year battle- over who had tenyear, and one of the Titans hurls a fierce dragon at Athena. She catches the dragon and, with one mighty heave, tosses him up into the heavens. All this hurling and heaving, and tossing, must have made the dragon sick, for he got himself all doubled over and bent out of shape. He came to rest in the northern sky and his tail got hung up on Callisto. There he remained as the much-knotted, battered, and twisted Draco.
It is no wonder that the writers of Xena played with the myths, stretched historical facts, and dappled in inconsistent story lines. Shoot, there are so many versions of each myth, why not just pick and choose a couple tidbits from each one and create something new. It seems that’s what the ancient Greeks did.
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gaggin Registered Member Posts: 75 (3/19/03 1:17 am) Ares Ares or Mars. I have heard of a Mars bar but, not an Ares Bar, except the Oxygen bars with piped n pure 02 which, I suppose could be considered air-es bars. Well, to Ares is human, but to Mars it with god-like qualities is to really err. This makes no sense, I know.
Okay, Phalon, dear readers....Ares, the big hitter. His Dad was Zues and Mom were Hera, so that is rare-a that that famous married couple actually had a too elligit. to quite child. Hera had a lot of hair-a and that is why Ares has a lot of hair-es. Okay, Ares has only 2 siblings (any many, many illigit siblings, half this and that, and Demi this and thats). I read, but, haven't finished on this yet, that he has like 10 kiddies! His lovers were listed as 4, one of which was his wife, Aphrodite (Xena wasn't listed, by the way. Lol). Is there a god or goddess of alimony?
Okay, well not a great start but, I will get more. He has a lot of info so he is a bit unwieldy. Take it Phalon.
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Post by Phalon on Jun 17, 2004 22:57:40 GMT -6
phalon1 Registered Member Posts: 1031 (3/19/03 8:37 pm) Re: Ares Sheesh, Gabbin. Ares? Could you not have picked a lesser Demi Moore god instead? Unwieldy, I'll say. Ares has Moore on him than Bruce Willis ever dreamed of having. WhAres to start?
A simple thing then. His symbols. Not his cymbals, although he did like to clash and bang alot, (but we'll leave Aphrodite out of this for now). Wham-bam-thank you, Ma'am. Oh, yes, enough of that. The simple thing - his symbols. Symbol Simon met a pieman, going to the fair. Dog and vulture were Ares' animal symbols. I'd vulture to say, very appropriate symbols at that. Heart tried to immortalize Ares in song once, but ran into a couple problems. The first being, well, he was already immortal, so like, what's the point? Secondly, the record producers, dogs and vultures that they are, hounded the Wilson sisters to death about the lyrics. The vulture thing will never fly, they barked. So Heart tucked their tails and caved, changing it to Dog and Butterfly. Dog gone Vultures. Edited by: phalon1 at: 3/19/03 7:40:48 pm
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phalon1 Registered Member Posts: 1057 (3/25/03 11:04 pm) Re: Ares On to one of Ares afAres. Well not an affair with a fairy exactly, but a nymph. Are a fairy and nymph the same? Similar descriptions. A minor nature goddess, represented as a beautiful maiden living in trees, mountains, rivers, etc. So the nymph, was Cyrene, and the affair is fairy game, since all is fairy in love and war, except that Ares is a fairy weather suitor, and this story has no fairy tale ending. But who says life’s a bowl full of fairies anyway?
So Ares spies Cyrene, the nymph, and is overcome with nympholepsy. Another fun word, meaning a state of frenzy that was believed to seize any man who looked at a nymph. Nympholepsy. Sounds like a disease in that affects certain overused body parts. The afflicted are sent to an isolated island to live amongst others like themselves, until those body parts shrivel up and fall off. Oh, wait. That’s been done before. Temptation Island.
Out of Ares and Cyrene’s tryst was born a child. Not Xena, but Diomedes. Diomedes fed his horses not wheaties, but human feeties. Yep, bred a bunch of carnivorous ponies raised on human flesh. Got it straight from the horse’s mouth. Eeww.
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Gabbin Registered Member Posts: 400 (3/29/03 9:00 pm) Re: Ares Gadzookies, oh, the horror of these gods. Godszilla. Well, I need to ponder the waters for the anwser on the nymphs vs. fairies. All I know is that nymphs are the pupae/larvae and become a winged thing after growing up and out from under their rocks n' rolls. And I personally like the bead-headed nymph for catching rainbows. Man, I have been out of synch here. Hopefully, fairy soon, I can get some more low down on Ares. Perhaps, I can take wife #2. Fairies a jolley good fellow, fairies a jollie good fellow.
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QGrrlPower Registered Member Posts: 834 (4/4/03 5:33 pm) Fairies or furies? I have not heard of tales of tinkerbell in the mythology scrapbooks but I have heard of the furies...or Eumenides which means 'the kindly ones" or Erinyes "the angry ones" Alecto:the unresting...Megaera: the jealous, and Tisiphone: the avenger
Interesting stuff I think...Their purpose was to avenge violations of the natural order of things here on earth...They kept the sun from deviating from it's path...Kept Hera from granting speach to a horse...They show no pity...and allow no set of circumstances to change their course of action...Sounds like fun...I think I'll be tisiphone for a day! Courage is not the absence of fear... but the strength to conquer it.
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Post by Phalon on Jun 17, 2004 23:08:26 GMT -6
Phalon1 Registered Member Posts: 1080 (4/5/03 9:20 pm) Sorry, wrong number. Tisiphone. I've heard of her, I believe. Had a pretty rough childhood growing up. Her father was banished, exiled and resigned to spend his remaining days in prison. He became known then only as Cellphone. Tisi's mother was quite a large woman and had to play both the role of mother and father to Tisi's and her sister. Her children lovingly sarcastically referred to her as Megaphone. Tisi was the youngest daughter, just a wee tisi thing. Her older sister, PushButtonPhone, really got on her nerves, knowing just which buttons to push that would drive Tisi over the edge. One day, she just couldn't stand the static anymore, and ran away with her boyfriend, PhoneJack. Things didn't work out though, and after awhile, Tisi decided to return home. How would she be receivered? She felt a little alien, but upon arriving at the front door, Megaphone and PushButton threw open the doors and joyfully called, "Tisiphone home. Tisiphone home."
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gaggin Registered Member Posts: 91 (4/6/03 11:56 am) Re: Sorry, wrong number. Ah, yes, the phoney family story does ring a Bell. Yes, there was gramma, aka, Crank Phone, and that michevious grandchild Prank Jr. who always seemed to get the wrong number. I remember they all joined in symphone-y after that reuniting. The family grew to include zyla Phone and Susa Phone. They had an opera diva who really learned to belt out songs using her dialphone. She bent over to pick up a flower tossed to her and ripped her dress and they used conductor tape to patch her up through the next song. Some of the family had a few to many accompanimints on their beds and were labely horn-y. But, I think overall the French kiss matter of the horns, reffered to as Matterhorns, were shared with swiss control (swift) and even Alphorn started blowing in tune. Yep, all those problems worked out in the end.
-------------------- QGrrlPower Registered Member Posts: 844 (4/6/03 5:47 pm) Re: Sorry, wrong number. Once again the rotaryphone is completely overlooked...she put up with so much too...All those creeps putting their fingers in and running her around in circles...having to be attatched by a cord like a prisoner...people whispering in her ear...and bugging her to hear all the good stuff...She had a tough life that one...but her hardships lead the way to free phones everywhere Courage is not the absence of fear... but the strength to conquer it.
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phalon1 Registered Member Posts: 1093 (4/8/03 8:43 am) Re: Sorry, wrong number. And who can forget Phone Sex and her call girl lifestyle? What a phonenmenally sorted family.
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QGrrlPower Registered Member Posts: 851 (4/8/03 3:16 pm) hey phalon I thought you might like this one Phaon...A ferryman that sailed a fairy between Lesbos and Chios...who goodnaturedly gave Aphrodite free passage across...Even though she was dressed like an ugly old woman...In return she gave him a magic salve that made him both younger looking and irrisistably beautiful...The women of Lesbos all fell in love with him...and even Sappho is said to have thrown herself into the sea because he didn't return her affections...
So have you given any free passages lately? Courage is not the absence of fear... but the strength to conquer it.
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Post by Phalon on Jun 17, 2004 23:19:13 GMT -6
Gabbin Posts: 101 (4/9/03 8:12 am) At last the truth comes out. My my Phalon, I never knew. So, let me get this right, you are actually a fairy man who is swathed in oil to attract women passengers! Yikes. Good job GP. Interesting.
Okay, I have to get busy and find another subject here, I have been idling too long in laziness. Any suggestions? This calls for research.
-------------------- QGrrlPower Registered Member Posts: 855 (4/9/03 2:48 pm) amazing what happens when you drop the L Who wants to deal with L anyway? I have heard it is hot and full of evildoers...the L train that is...ever been to the city...I have and got stuck on it once...the L that is...and it was hot and stinky and full of creepies...tried to steal my walkman they did... Courage is not the absence of fear... but the strength to conquer it.
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phalon1 Registered Member Posts: 1095 (4/9/03 3:56 pm) Gimme back that L Oh yes, the el can be a scary thing. Remember catching the wrong train in Philly on night and ending up on the el after 2am. Oh my. Suffice to say, we made it home safe after some kindly gang member pointed out the error, and told us where to go.
In this case the lacking L is the problem. Lacking without the L is acking. ACK, ACK, give it back. Life without the L is ife, and what the heck is that? It's iffy enough already. Leg without and L is eg(g), and that's not very supportive. Soon we'd be walking around on broken egg shells. Lovin' would become ovin, and yes, while it's hot and steamy, taking into account the way I cook, I don't want to burn out.
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QGrrlPower Registered Member Posts: 864 (4/11/03 1:38 pm) This one is for you oh styxie one... STYX: the eldest daughter of Oceanus and Tethys...she is the mother of Zelus(zeal), Nike(victory), Kratos(power), and Bia(strength)...In the war between the God's and the Titans she aided Zeus...in return she was granted status as a supernatural being...her power was if any of the Gods violated a sworn oath to her...then the god would be speechless and breathless for a year and banned from the council of the gods for 9 years...
How about that you all? to have to power to take breath and speech away to those who broke their word to you....talk about a power...
Or would you rather think of the river STYX...which is part of the river of hate which winds around the underworld 5 times STYX1 was the river nymph is the most well known of all the waterways...It was upon this river that Charon ferried the dead...hope you have your silver handy...
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gabbin Registered Member Posts: 405 (4/12/03 9:53 pm) Styx around we aren't done, yet Wow, that tale really styx with me. I think I shall try to Styx with the subject here. Wow, what an interesting one, too. Imagine your offspring being, victory, power, zeal and strength. Wow, they should do family fued. Now, are these Greek of what. I always get the Titans mixed up. They seem a bit different from the Greek Gods or do they come before the Greek Gods? Yep, research time.
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gabbin Registered Member Posts: 406 (4/12/03 9:56 pm) Styx and Stones may break my bones but Arrows always hurt me I looked this up before your post, GP, but I may look up some more on Styx.
Erco, I mean Eros. Well, the most surprising thing about Eros is that there isn't a lot of info on him. Very suspicious, do people not know love, or know it so well that they don't have much to say on it, Othello.
Eros, aka Cupid or Amor. Ah, now I see where they get that Italian song when the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie it's a scoreeee. Okay, let's go way back to the beggining, there are two tales here of Eros' birth. One is that he was born out of Chaos along with Earth and Tartarus sauce. Another says that he was the son of Aphro-righty and Ares. Either way he is the little winged-guy with the arrows. I prefer the latter althought the former tale is nice, too. Kind of deep............okay, enough pondering.
Eros fell head over wing for Psyche, which explains a lot about love...Chaos, Earth moves under my feet, Tartarus and Pshcye out..roll eyes, ain't love grand? Eros has a brother called Anteros (I guess he brings up the Anterior)-avenger of unrequited love and opposers of love.
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phalon1 Registered Member Posts: 1112 (4/14/03 9:15 pm) Re: Styx and Stones may break my bones but Arrows always hur Canoe row backwards and paddle upstream just a moment, please? Return up Styx creek without a paddle, if I may.
Styx and stones may break your bones, and also mute and ban you? I thought it the other way around. Styx was banned. Used to be a good one, as a matter of fact. It was poor record sales after their Grand Delusion of grandeur that led to their muteness and fading from the limelight into Lorelei and legend. I Shaw at one time that the lead singer tried to pick up Styx, and form another band with Ted Nugent, the god of pompous @ssine loin cloth wearing male chauvinists, but it never really got off the ground. D@mn, yankee understand why?
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Easter gets its name from the Anglo Saxon Goddess of Dawn, Eoster. Her holiday is celebrated near the Spring Equinox, and because spring, in ancient times, was usually the start of the new year, and the dawn of a rebirth in vegetation, she is also a spring goddess.
Eoster had the ability to change into a hare, for a hare is the most fertile of animals, and fertility symbols were sacred to her.
In spring, the wild birds of the forest lay their colorful eggs and people would “hunt” for them, bringing them back in nest-like baskets as an offering to the goddess, Eoster.
And so, I leave you with a little Eoster song to celebrate the dawn of the holiday …
This is the dawning of the eggs of a-hare-ius, eggs of a-hare-ius. A-HARE-ius. A-Hare-I-us….
Happy Easter.
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QGrrlPower Registered Member Posts: 877 (4/19/03 1:21 pm) You mean Easter isn't about chocolate bunnies? Good thing cause they are anything but furtile...in fact they induce such fabulous hormones in the body that the urge to reproduce is satisfied...So the chocolate bunny is most likely not a favorable symbol for the season...maybe someone should invent the viagra bunny or would that be just too much of a good thing... Saw myself a funny yesterday...an oldie but a goodie...a bunny with no tail saying "my bum hurts"...and a bunny with no ears saying "What?" Always makes me laugh...
As for Eros interesting that it is so close to the word error...Oops I did it again...They say love is for the birds...tweet tweet...Though it is easier to think that you can always blame Eros for your actions when it comes to I had to...a baby in a diaper with an arrow made me do it...
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gabbin Registered Member Posts: 409 (4/21/03 7:21 pm) Re: You mean Easter isn't about chocolate bunnies? Thanks Phalon, that was a very useful post. Someone asked me about why the bunny picks up eggs and I expounded all upon the history of it. I hope that wasn't a made up tale.
In my dict. the definition of Eros (plural is Erotes!, more than one?) is ancient Greek God of Love, Roman is Cupid. That is close to cuspid, which, sums it up for a lot of folks. Always right on the edge. Anyway, in astronomy it is the every 44 year asteroid which approaches withing 14million miles of earth ! That explains mid-life crisis. And last but most screwed is psychiatry which says the libido or an instinct towards self-preservation collectively. Say what? Last, a love that seeks fulfillment without injury..awwwwwww....I could debate that one.
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Post by Phalon on Jun 17, 2004 23:48:27 GMT -6
Lolapunk Registered Member Posts: 255 (4/22/03 3:14 am) Eartha Kitt 'n Kaboodle Happy Earth Day, all! I'm going to myth this up, I just know it, but when in Greece, do as the Geese do. HONK! HONK! Honk if you love love. Yes, I'm a Honkie.
Let's see, Eros was the last mentioned, and this is what I've found. (Has this already bean discussed? Of curd it has, but tofu people give the credit where it's due. Allow me to sprout my limited knowledge of him.) Afrodite, a perm-anent fixture on Mount Olympus, was momma, of course, but pappa is unknown. Momma told me not to come, but she was so busy with Pappa's brand new bag that she hardly noticed I never listened. Yep, the paterfamilia could have come from Ares, Hermes, Hephaestos, or Zues. Perhaps this unknown soldier had something to do with Eros specializing in two types of relationships: that between god and mortal and the love relationship between men. And that's where we get greek love.
Afrodite could hairly contain herself and wanted Eros for herself. She flew into a jealous rage when Eros fell for the mortal Psyche and put Psyche through a serious series of tests. What is the inverse of the Electra Complex, the Atrclele Xelpmoc? Now that looks greek. Afrodite, in the true incestous nature of the gods, wins out and keeps Eros for herself. PSYCHE! Harldy. Though she was jealous and threatened by Psyche's mind numbingly beautiful doo, probably the first beehive style, Eros and his love got married and thus begun the eternal struggle between daughter and mother-in-law.
There was a point to bringing up these Honkie Geese gods and our modern Earth Day celebate-tory story. See if I can find it... 'Earth' comes from the greek 'era'. Era was Zues' wife and a friend to mortals, Afrodite was the goddess of lovely curly era, Psyche was a mortal woman who used Era to get the stains out, and together, they all were most likely the roots of modern day salons and the ERA movement back in the day. Hmmm, yup, I mythed it up. Edited by: lolapunk at: 4/22/03 3:53:10 am
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phalon1 Registered Member Posts: 1133 (4/23/03 7:46 am) Re: Eartha Kitt 'n Kaboodle BOLL, Lola. LMAO. So you think you mythed up, eh? No big deal, everyone makes mythtakes every now and again. What's a few little Eros? Your amongst friends here, and I'm sure no one will arbor it against you. Earth Day, Arbor Day...I'm sure it's all related somehow. Perhaps we can tree this again soon.
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gaggin Registered Member Posts: 117 (4/24/03 8:58 pm) Das Bootlegger CHIRP, Lola, good to see that rich humor around the place. Supaaa.
Lorelei, Loralee, Lora li hi hi hi ...as we go sailing in glee..
Well, even though I use Lorelei hair color (Rhine gold #3) I cannot tell a Lorelei, my hair is naturally Rhine gold. Yes, it is hard to brush but not as hard as platinum types. Course, honey hair or wheat is no picnic either, although the ants would prefer the latter at an eating function. Where was I? Oh, GRhineding out a story. Yes.
Lorelei, I love to sing that out with that group, whom Phalon mentioned. Anywaves, for being such a popular name, and gal, she sure doesn't have much info on her. A poem in German, Das Lorelishnitzerdoodle. Anywho, she is blamed, roll eyes, for singing a wild ditty and enticing those fishermen to crash on her rocky shores. My. Those are a lonely bunch of fisherguys. A gem of a rock story, rubies me right down the emerald city lane and makes me diamond to go see this area. So, the Rhine rapids (a good ale name) are near ST Goarshausen and are under a 437foot cliff note.
Oh, and further footnote is that in the Norse myths this Miss is considered a demitasse goddess, I think. Lost my notes...shuffle shuffle, the cat ate them.
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phalon1 Registered Member Posts: 1144 (4/27/03 7:47 pm) Re: Das Bootlegger You are not Loreleiing here Gabbin, when you say not much info out there. Really had to fish for it. What'd I catch? Only that mermaids and sirens and the like, like Lorelei, may have been been manatees mistaken as maidens. Manatees? A lovely maiden in the waters mistaken for a hefty aquatic mammal with whiskers? Man, I think the man that came up with that one was drinking more than tee. Fore!
Ok, off to the depths again. Gotta be more out there then just this one little nibble. Splash.
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phalon1 Registered Member Posts: 1156 (5/2/03 4:51 pm) Vicious Garden So, this being the season, and I in the nursery business, I thought it’d be interesting to look, a bit, into the gods and goddess of the garden. Oh man, hood I not have stumbled onto something any bigger? Tripped right over it and ended up on the floor, coming head to…uh…head with Priapus, a god of fertility and protector of horticulture and viticulture.
A god of Horticulture and Viticulture. The Protector of All Garden Produce. You would expect his symbol to be a scythe, a pitchfork, trowel, or pruners perhaps. A hoe even, though I’m sure he had a lot of them, and hoed around town quite a bit. But no, what best represents Priapus is his rather enormously large member, which he would use as a weapon against garden intruders and thieves of veggies. I suppose he also could have used it as a garden tool, to be dragged behind him as he walked along, cultivating the land, fertilizing with bone meal, and sowing seeds all at the same time. The original Garden Wizard.
His temples were pole barns, and statues honoring him were erected throughout the land, and often used as scarecrows, (I am not making this up). His most prominent feature would make a nice roomy perch for a flock of crows, having full bellies after peckering all that produce.
All pests-i-cide, the ancient Greeks had quite wild imaginations.
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Post by Phalon on Jun 18, 2004 0:04:52 GMT -6
Joxcenia Posts: 1300 (5/2/03 8:57 pm) Reply ezSupporter
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Phallon... City people just don't understand the humor of country life... For instance...
We raised tobacco when I was a teenager. When the plants were small, we'd have to hoe out the weeds.... and at the end of the last row, Dad would ALWAYS say: "You're Fired! You bunch of no good hoers!"
Then in the fall, people are hired to rip the leaves off of the tobacco stalk. It's referred to as "stripping tobacco". So one day I mentioned that my mom was a "stripper", and the "city folk" in the doctors office just about fell out of their chairs!
I would play sick from school sometimes to help "strip"... hated it when I graduated & it was expected...
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gabbin Registered Member Posts: 423 (5/3/03 9:05 pm) Re: Vicious Garden Well, I will own up as well, Joxie, I cannot tell a lie, I am a hoer, too. Although, I hoe for vegies, not money. Oh, but the cucs I hoe for. God of Hoeticulture? What were his zuccini (kin) thinking of this guy? Yikes. Very interesting.
I have been thinking about hestia lately. I suppose we shall balance out God or Hoe with her hysteria self...
Hestia-Goddess of hearth, innermost home and care of bambinos. Sister of Zues. VIRGIN. Discovery of home building, a regular home depot type. She never left home depot without it and therefore never left home. So, she didn't get to medal in meddling in mortal things. Drat, and it is so fun, too. She cannot be ensnared by the Goddess of love. Man, she has so much in common with my own life.
Hestia-innermost, I do believe this is where we get hystero which is the Greek word for innermost stereo system(am I doing redundant circles?). Hysteria- sudden uncontrollable outbursts characterized by laughter or crying. That is me to a Mr. T. Hysterical, really. I hope I don't ever need a hystericalectomy. I think this harkens back to Hymen, the God of marriage and hymen the membrane. Must all come from some high men bards of Greek mythology making up some wild tales. Edited by: gabbin at: 5/3/03 9:27:12 pm
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phalon1 Registered Member Posts: 1157 (5/3/03 11:00 pm) Home, is where I wanna be Joxie, I know what you mean when talking about being misunderstood when talking horticulture. A couple of years ago, a customer came into the nursery looking to pick up a Mountain Ash he had purchased earlier. He was also interested in some apple trees, but asked how to make the best selection. After explaining cross pollination, I told him that, when picking a tree, to look for one in which the lateral branches met the trunk in about a 45 degree angle. A larger angle would mean that the branch, when heavy with fruit, could possibly result in splitting from the trunk from the weight. I said, “You should pay attention to the crotches and choose one that is not too wide.” A co-worker, trying to be helpful responded, “While you two are looking at crotches, I’ll go grab his Ash.” Poor guy had quite the bewildered look on his face. We are a full service nursery.
And speaking of the nursery, we have a piece of statuary depicting Hestia. Poor girl has been there for a while and is always being mistaken for Arch Angel, Michael. I think it’s the wings and sword. I should look her up and gather more info. Then along with Gabbin’s, I will be armed with a wealth of knowledge and possibly be able to find the Goddess of Hearth and Home a good hearth and home. I wonder how I can stick my foot into my mouth with customers on this subject? Edited by: phalon1 at: 5/3/03 11:02:55 pm
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gaggin Registered Member Posts: 122 (5/4/03 7:52 am) Re: Home, is where I wanna be Ya, well, the Hestia statue probably doesn't sell cuz she is an inside Goddess...oh, put the statue over there next to the t.v.
And may I say BOLL on the nursery story. Perhaps a nursery education course would help....maybe not.
What is really interesting on some of these Gods and Goddesses is how they proliferate our modern world, even if only in adds. But, Hestia meaning uterus is a commonly used medical term that it is understood by the reg folk, like myself. However, there really isn't a lot on her, storywise or other. The Rinemaiden was the same as well as Hymen. Very interesting, indeedy. Okay, next I pay homage to my good board pal Siren.
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Joxcenia Posts: 1309 (5/5/03 2:35 pm) ezSupporter
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Hey Phalon... maybe your employer should take a photo of the statue & see if they can sell it on ebay... He may get more for it with an auction too.
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QGrrlPower Registered Member Posts: 935 (5/6/03 8:54 am) Looking for Hypnos I am sitting here needing to sleep...been told to rest and it is a no go...The sun is shining and I wanna be out in it...Instead I am chained to this dwelling...
True about Hestia seems there isn't much info on the most peaceful and mild of the olympic gods...Guess being a virgin she didn't get all the print that the other gods did...The olympia examiner only like to dig up dirt...and not the real dirt as in soil...So it goes to show even a god needs a good publicist...
Love the crotch and ash comment...Made my sides ache...
So Joxie a stripper and a hoer...I never saw that coming...Keying the music...why don't ya show us how it is done...Da da da da
Back to Hypnos...the god of sleep...brother of death...and father of morpheus, the bringer of dreams...He was much like Eros...for he always took the shape of a child with wings...But instead of arrows he used a styk...touching your forehead with said styk to bring on the sleep...Hey Gabbin you got one of those styks ready for me...
I wonder if that is where the cartoons got the mallet styk from to bring forth stars and eventually sleep...
Courage is not the absence of fear... but the strength to conquer it.
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Post by McCally on Jun 18, 2004 9:32:09 GMT -6
Do I qualify as mything?
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Post by Phalon on Jun 21, 2004 22:45:07 GMT -6
I thought you were married, Cally. Mythusing? Married to Mythering.
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Post by Phalon on Jun 21, 2004 22:55:01 GMT -6
phalon1 Registered Member Posts: 1176 (5/14/03 11:10 pm) He loves me...he loves me not The other day, I cut some daffodils that the storm had blown down. Their little trumpet noses were smooshed into the ground, and since they are not the brown nosing type, I brought them into the house. The scent is heavenly. Which of course reminded me of the mything person they were named after. Narcissus. Narcissus is the botanical, (Latin), name. Daffodils, the common name. Jonquils? Jonquils are Narcissus and therefore daffodils, but have multi-blooms per stem. All jonquils are daffodils, but not all daffodils are jonquils. Get it?
Ok, so on to Narcissus, the self-loving. A daffodilly of a tale. Echo, (Echo), the nymph, who was cursed with repeating all she heard, saw Narcissus and fell hopelessly in love, but not being able to express herself, it was an unrequited love. Narcissus, thinking her an airhead without a thought of her own, shunned her. Echo, (Echo), was devastated and headed to the mountains. She’ll be coming around the mountain, when she comes, (when she comes). She’ll be coming around the mountain when she comes, (when she comes). She’ll be coming around the mountain, she’ll be coming around the mountain, she’ll be coming around the mountain, when she comes, (when she comes). A song penned, it seems, with Echo, (Echo), in mind. Only problem is, she never came. Narcissus’ fault. So poor Echo, (Echo), pinned away and died, only her voice living on in the hills.
Before her demise, though, she prayed to the gods to take vengeance on Narcissus. Her prayers were answered and Narcissus was cursed with falling in love with his own image. So in a pool Narcissus gazed, becoming so self-absorbed he forgot all else. He should have used that self-absorption and become sponge-like. Then he could have soaked up the water in the pool, releasing himself from gazing upon his own reflection. As it were, he was resigned to stare into the pools of his eyes reflected in the pools of water. Whenever he bent to hug or kiss the image in the pool, the water would ripple and his love, disappear. It eventually drove him daffy, and often he would ask, “Jonquil you stop leaving me.” “I quill not, and my name is not Jon”, was the reply. “Bulb, I love you so”, he whined. “Oh, grow up”, he answered. Madness. Then he too, wilted and died, leaving only a flower in his place.
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Quote: QGrrlPower said:
So Joxie a stripper and a hoer...I never saw that coming...Keying the music...why don't ya show us how it is done...Da da da da
Google Search: Hoeing Tobacco -- Images
Hoeing Tobacco 1
Hoeing Tobacco 2
Google Search: Stripping Tobacco -- Images
Stripping Tobacco 1
Stripping Tobacco 2
Then there's: Setting Tobacco... Topping Tobacco... Cutting Tobacco... Worming Tobacco... Tobacco+Plant Beds... Tobacco+Spike... Tobacco+Hanging In Barn...
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gaggin Registered Member Posts: 125 (5/16/03 8:42 pm) Re: He loves me...he loves me not LMBO O O O, Phalon. For some odd reason I have always thought that Narcissus were tiny blue flowers,like bluebells cockle shells easy Ivy over, but, we won't get into that hussy's tale. How jonquil run. I assumed that the daffydill was named after a WB characters favorite food, the pickle. Wow, the things one learns here. So, are narcissists still illegal? I imagine Gams selling narcissis on street corners. Well, I am off to watch the echo (echo)challenge. A strenuous race in the Amazon to chase one's echo.
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phalon1 Registered Member Posts: 1182 (5/17/03 4:00 pm) Re: He loves me...he loves me not Gams selling Narcissus on the street corner? Caught, petaling my floWares! Who blew my cover and was it really narcissary? Oh what Narcs!
-------------------- gabbin Registered Member Posts: 427 (5/17/03 9:28 pm) Re: He loves me...he loves me not I'm going to narc narc on wood. Narc it off Gams selling buds and leaf on corners is dangerous to your health. Flower power only takes you so far. Narc, of course, is the Greek word for numb. If you be sniffing the fluers to much you may end up in a narcoleptic on off trance. Awake, asleep, awake, asleep. Echoing the trends of time but in fast motion. Perhaps that is what got Joan of Narc a flower of a girl staked to her fate. Oh, dear, put water on the fire. Two by two they boarded the Narc to face fearce floods of which few plants could grow, voila, seaweed, pull it out. Course then Gams sells it. Narc three times on the ceiling if you want me....
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phalon1 Registered Member Posts: 1186 (5/17/03 10:48 pm) Re: He loves me...he loves me not Narc! Who goes there? Why it's Gabbin. LMAO. Narc my words, I've never sold anything on the street corner in my life. That's my story and I'm sticking to it, thorns and all.
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Post by Phalon on Jun 21, 2004 23:12:37 GMT -6
Gabbin Registered Member Posts: 127 (5/23/03 9:26 pm) Sirens WhooOOOwhoooOOOOOoo, the Sirens are calling, quick, jump in the getaway car. Funny, how we sirens are sounds that draw you in against your will, even today. Sigh, wrens fly into to my trees and call my cat to climb, as well. That is..sigh...heartwrenching. Strain those puns, now the other side, move your mats, ladies.
Well, Siren suffers the same fate as the Rhindmaiden we talked of earlier, they are both between the rock and the hard place. Now, I never quite got that saying since the real life geographic location and names are from a rock and whirlpool. A whirlpool is not soft. I put softner in it to end up with soft and gently sented clothes but...
Anywhoo, this is all to cover up the lack of Siren material.
Okay, so I go to this site and their is a picture of Siren in nothing but a fish tale. The story beside it says that Siren was half bird half lady. Sometimes pictured just looking like she feels like, a natural woman. Actually, mostly bird and lady head. If it were the other way that would be Egyptian, I think; Birdbrain, goddess body. Reminds me of some pop stars of late. Anyway, Siren's father was either God Phorcy or the river Achelous. Yikes farcical Phorcy from the pharmacy or achey breaky lous? The Mother wasn't even mentioned so Joxies theory that the mom always knows as well as everyone else is questioned here. And that about wraps it up for a lady who is mentioned in three classic Greek literature books.
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gaggin Registered Member Posts: 128 (5/23/03 9:43 pm) Siren WhooOOOOoowhoOOOOOo, quick, jump in the getaway car. Funny that the sound of Sirens is still associated with stopping against your will. Sigh, Wrens often call my cat up a tree. Sigh, wren will I be loved...Sigheartwrenching really. Oh, my strained a pun there, okay, ladies time to turn the mats over and work the other areas....
all this to cover up the lack of info on our nymphette Siren.
Gosh, Siren suffers the same fate as our Rhinemaiden previously covered did. They are both stuck in between the rock and the hard place, a saying which I never quite got, actually. That Greek saying is based on a geographical point of a rocky cliff and a whirlpool and, as far as I know whirlpools are soft. Well, except for the one I use with softner to have spring fresh clothes. Anyway, both goddesses make up for lack of legend with legendary names.
Siren's father is either Phorcy or the river Achelous. Yikes farcical Phorcy is a forceful fantasy. Hmm, but achey breaky lous is not one to take lightly. The Mom is unknown which puts Joxie's women who know they are Moms in doubt on this one.
One site I went to had a picture of Siren in her Birthday suite, I mean suit sans for a fish tail. The description was of a half bird half woman. Well, not exactly, actually, mostly fish woman head which, is better than the other way around, which would be birdbrain and woman body. That reminds me of some recent pop stars. Ouch. Some tall tales say she doesn't have a tail but is a natural woman, you make me feel like a natural woman...that was one of the songs she sang to sailors. Other songs she penned or tailed were rock of ages, rock and roll is here to stay, let's go to the Rock, Come on Baby let's hit the rocks...Yes she drank all her drinks on the rocks while singing at her nightclub. I don't know if she had back-up as shown on Xena....Siren and the Rockettes? Siren and the Shipwreckers?
Well, quite a bit of run-on sentences for a gal with little info, but, what she lacks in legends she makes up in legendary status.
-------------------- phalon1 Registered Member Posts: 1198 (5/28/03 9:52 am) Re: Siren The search for Siren led to some confusion on my part. Some sites list Siren as one of three sea nymphs, while others refer to the Sirens, in the plural sense, 3 to 8, depending on who you are going to believe, part woman/part bird beings. Does this make them a pod? Isn’t that what you call a group of wails? Or a flock? What the flock, let’s just assume both are correct, and call it good.
And while Gabbin mentioned some lovely songs celebrating the Siren(s), she, (they), were also depicted on the big screen a number of times. The Birdwoman of Alcatraz comes to mind. One of my favorites, though, is Escape from Alcatraz, a story of how Odysseus encountered the Sirens and lived to tell about it.
The Sirens, those bird women, (I wonder if the young ones were called chicks), lured gullible sailors to their death by robin them of their senses. The sailors, committing a cardinal error and listening to the Siren’s song, thrush themselves upon the rocky shore. Owlch! All that screeching and quailing.
Odysseus though, he didn’t finch and filled his shipmates ears with wax to avoid heron the song and tied himself to the crow’s nest to keep himself from steering the boat ashore. Orioling it ashore, if it had paddles. And thus, they were sparrowed their lives. (Later, Michael didn’t fare as well. Michael oriole the boat ashore. Hallelujah!)
Big Siren, (Sigh, wren. Again with that stretch.) I know this post is hard to swallow, but I’ve got no egrets. I’ve pecked my wooden head enough for now though, and am starting to sound stork raven mad.
Seriously, a nice web page to check out is web.singnet.com.sg/~rliza/SIREN.HTM
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gaggin Registered Member Posts: 131 (5/28/03 8:49 pm) Re: Siren I cannot quite get my claws into the Siren (whoooOOOooo) mythology. Feather tell me it all again, Phalon, or I will talon you. I didn't know that she actually had beak up singers. Wow, that makes my heart tweeter a bit and makes me want to warbler a bit. Siren must have been storking up on hit songs herself. I supposed she hawked the sailors trinkets she aquired from crowing all night Rolling Stones and the Crash. Well, if Siren can a pelican but, couldn't so they decided to go into the delivery of babies rather than boats on the rocks. Well, I bird-er get going. Whom is next Phalon?
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phalon1 Registered Member Posts: 1206 (6/1/03 9:20 pm) Next up, the Beasties? Books that I had ordered for the Liscary for next year arrived. One of them is a poetry book titled, “Monster Museum”, written by Marilyn Singer, (an appropriate title for the Liscary, no?). It covers all the creepies from the Blob to Zombies. Somewhere in between are a couple of poems about some of the Greek creatures.
Medusa (by Marilyn Singer)
You want to be a millionaire? Have gold and jewels beyond compare? I’ll give you wealth, (can’t promise health) if you will dare to do my hair.
Lately I have such a whim to get a perm – or just a trim. An antique Greek can still look chic. A bit more prim – but far less grim.
My ends will never split or break. My scalp won’t shed a single flake. There’s just one condition – to be my beautician, Have you got what it takes to put curlers on snakes?
The Cockatrice and Co. (by Marilyn Singer)
Those mixed-up beasts from ancient Greece: The chimera, the cockatrice, The gorgon and the griffin, too- Each one of them’s a traveling zoo. Head of lion, wings of eagle- Is that part snake, or is it beagle? Which one’s breath is bound to grill you? Which one’s looks are sure to kill you? Keep ‘em straight, and you’re a hero. Hesitate, and zap, you’re zero!
The book’s ‘Glos-scary’ explains these beasts are classically depicted as follows:
Chimera: Lion’s head, goat’s body, dragon’s tail. Cockatrice: Snake’s body, rooster’s head, bat wings. Gorgon: Human, with snaky hair, boar’s tusks, bird wings, and claws. Medusa was a Gorgon, who would turn you to stone by looking at her face. Griffin: Eagle’s head and beak, lion’s body, snake or scorpion’s tail.
Can you imagine the fun, being a kid in Ancient Greece? Instead of playing with your Mr. Potato Head, you’d have a toy with interchangeable heads, wings and tails and spend hours of unimaginable entertainment switching them around to create new and exciting creatures. Then bedtime. “Hush Little Baby, don’t say a word. And nevermind that noise you heard. It’s just a beast under your bed. In your closet…In your head.” (Metallica)
Care to discuss? We’ve covered the Griffin earlier, but Medusa and the others are begging for a look. Edited by: phalon1 at: 6/1/03 9:24:23 pm
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Post by Phalon on Jun 23, 2004 22:49:45 GMT -6
Phalon Registered Member Posts: 1230 (6/11/03 8:44 pm) Re: Next up, the Beasties? So no one, (Gabbin) cares to discuss these Greek beasts? That’s okay. I’ll just talk amongst myselves and see what I come up with. I think I’ll tackle this alphabetically, so first up, the Chimera.
The Chimera, (ki-mir-a), was the daughter of Typhon and Echidna, with the Sphinx as a sibling – the Greek Sphinx, who was female, not the stony Egyptian one with the man’s head. Chimera’s sis had a woman’s head and lion’s body and killed whoever could not answer her riddle. It would stinx, I thinxs, to have the Sphinx as a sister. Poor Chimera was the ugly duckling of the two, and the Sphinx usually got top billing. Oh wait, though both quite fowl creatures, no ducks as parts. Lion was the mane link, the common part and something to take pride in. But whereas the Sphinx had the head of a woman and body of a lion, the Chimera was more mixed up and had a lion’s head, a goat’s body and tail of a serpent. Sometimes all that confusion gave her a splitting headache and she ended up with three. Heads, that is. Three heads that could all breathe fire. She was quite the hot head and often swept down at night, (did I mention wings? Yes, add another animal part to the poor girl’s hodgepodge of pieces. Perhaps she is part duck, after all), and carried off women, children, and livestock, spewing out their bones as she went. Late night at the fast food drive thru. Chimera-changas.
One of the fast food establishments the Chimera liked in particular was the town of Lyica. King Proetos hired Bellepheron and his horse Pegasus to extinguish the fired up Chimera. So Bellepheron and Pegasus get the lead out, and fly around Chimera, firing a block of lead attached to a spear into the Chimera’s throat. The chimera sweep must have been busy that day, unclogging the throat of some other fire-breathing creature, so when the Chimera lets loose a fiery breath, the lead is melted and she suffocates, falling to the ground like a lead zeppelin. And she’s climbing the stairway to heaven. The end of Chimera. Not a whole lotta love lost there.
Chimera – an illusion or fabrication of the mind, esp. an unrealizable dream.
Chimerical – 1. existing only as the product of unchecked imagination: fantastically visionary or improbable. 2. given to fantastic schemes.
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gabbin Registered Member Posts: 457 (6/17/03 9:39 pm) Re: Next up, the Beasties? Chim chimmeny chim chimmeny chim chim chimera. The interstate is close do to a chimera spill. Gams, what the heck! I don't know any Greek breasts. Wait, perhaps two. Anyway, gosh, I have to look up on the net....what? Greek+beasts! What sordid site may pop up and scare me into absorbtion, I can only imagine. Okay, give me some time on this. I have to post my Scroll thing first. Later, Gabbino
-------------------- phalon1 Registered Member Posts: 1256 (6/19/03 8:50 pm) Re: Next up, the Beasties? Pip, pip. Chim up, Gabbin. I'm sure if you search hard enough, you'll find something. Perhaps do one of those Goggle searchy thingys that Joxie is always recommending. Those Greek breasts are used to that, I suppose. I dunno, I'm still searching for mine. Edited by: phalon1 at: 6/19/03 8:52 pm
-------------------- Lolahag Posts: 9 (6/19/03 10:03 pm) Reply Re: Next up, the Beasties? Are you talking about Mark Chimera? I think he's from the mythical land of Lambeau, but hot tubbing with the young Sirens landed him in a different kind of history book.
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gabbin Registered Member Posts: 466 (6/20/03 8:31 pm) Re: Next up, the Beasties? Wow, Phalon, an acutal visitor! Brave soul. Don't scare her away, act natural, well try. Isn't he the big lug linePacker? Or some lineman, man, I forgot.
I looked up posts and little dog has 7 and is nipping at your heels there #9....9....9..9..9
I am adrift and don't know what to do here next. I lloked up Seacrops, and he is just a made up guy. Oh, well, it will come if I sit here.....
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phalon1 Registered Member Posts: 1260 (6/21/03 10:15 pm) Re: Next up, the Beasties? Ok, Gabbin. I am shhshing. Not a word, lest I scare her away. I will sit here all prim and proper, ankles crossed, hands folded neatly in lap, and be a well-mannered proper lady.
BOLL. Chirp. Yeah, right.
Seacrops failure, eh? Sad. Such a tough business. Hey, hey, my, my. Maybe call in Neil Young and his Farm Aid crew. No info to be found? I'd ask Willie Nelson, but I think he'd evade such a taxing question.
So I guess it's on with the alphabetical run-down then. Next up, the Cockatrice. My guess is part chicken. Because it all tastes like chicken, doesn't it, and parts is parts. I like mine baked, not fried. Sides of cole slaw, mashed potatoes and gravy, and corn on the cob. cocka-doodle-doo. Sheesh, it's morning already. I will have to do some research first. Cacciatore later.
hey, btw, I just discovered what that auto-edit thingy is all about. And such an innocent post too. I really was being a well-mannered proper lady though, I swear.
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Post by Phalon on Jun 23, 2004 22:57:25 GMT -6
Joxcenia
Posts: 1513 (6/21/03 10:48 pm) Reply ezSupporter
Re: Next up, the Beasties?
Quote: Gabbin said:
I looked up Seacrops, and he is just a made up guy. Oh, well, it will come if I sit here.....
Wait for it.....
Here it comes.....
Ta da!
Cecrops+Mythology
Joxcenia
I Came... I Saw... I Went Home! lol
The Zena Scrolls
Chapters One - Two - Three
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phalon1 Registered Member Posts: 1278 (6/28/03 11:55 pm) Reply Basilisking in the Spotlight: The Cockatrice -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Cockatrice had the body of a snake, head and legs of a rooster and wings of a bat, depending on what version you read, of course. Seems the parts are interchangeable, with the one main ingredient being poultry.
Not one to stay cooped up, the Cockatrice roosts throughout different cultures, and you’ll find him nesting in Greek, Egyptian, Indian and Medieval mythology. He is often associated with the Basilisk. The two creatures, like their various body parts, are pretty much interchangeable. I dunno. Basilisk, to me, sounds like a culinary term. “The braised chicken, delectable in its tenderness, had a slightly basilisk flavor.” It’s the whole poultry thing, I guess, but maybe I herb it wrong. In Greek, Basilisk means “little king”, and the Cockatrice/Basilisk is known as the King of the Serpents, mostly, I suppose, from that little red rooster crown on its head.
In one version, the Cockatrice is hatched from a chicken egg by a serpent, in which case you’d have to ask, “Why?” Why would a serpent sit around on a chicken egg? Did serpents not have their own eggs to attend? An eggstraordinary thing, really. Was it out of shellfishness, shellfdoubt, scrambled brains, or was Sir Pent up Emotions and Frustration just plain cracked? I think the serpent’s eggstreme confusion which led to the thing hatching a chicken's egg, all stems from a lack of family background information and undocumented ancestry which seems to frequently plague creatures hatched from eggs. What came first the chicken or the egg? Sir Pent scratches head. Sits to think for a spell. And, Ta-da, the Cockatrice is born.
The other version, has the Cockatrice/Basilisk born from a yolkless egg, laid by a seven-year-old rooster during the time of the dog star, Sirius, and was hatched by a toad. How often do you think this happened? Sounds like something hatched from the mind of someone who did not pay attention to that old fried egg commercial, “This is your brain. This is your brain on drugs.” Chicken-scratch jotted on a notepad during a drug induced haze.
That’s all for tonight, yolks. Tomorrow, the eggstreme powers of the Serpent King.
And Joxie. Thanks for the tip on Cecrops. I’ll have to see what kind of information I can harvest. Till later, then.
-------------------- 1 Xwpfan Registered Member Posts: 834 (6/29/03 9:29 am) Reply Re: Basilisking in the Spotlight: The Cockatrice -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- As you Basilisk in the spotlight from all the eggstrordinary info you just shared ..know that some of us are sitting here with egg on our face because we have never heard of such a creature.
Am I to assume this creature could walk, crawl and fly?
I can see it now it flies onto your head, then wraps around your head and crows about its success- so that everyone is aware that you have a cocktrice on your head.
Picture it lol.
Excuse you ma'am uh you have a cockatrice wrapped up in your hair- ahh yes it's my crowning glory ..Don't you just love it .lol
Now bats in your hair are one thing but a cockatrice! lol
Ok ok lets get serious for a second,since it had the wings of a bat and the body of a snake could ya give me an eggample of what or how it would eat?Did it have to peck around for food and did it ever share or was it shellfish creature?
Hmmm surely this would have been a creature that could have survived..so much for Darwins survival of the fittest lol-
Did it ever mate? Maybe it couldn't-afterall what animal would get close enough to want to mate. Perhaps with it's uniques parentage it had an Electra complex or even an Oedipus issue or maybe it was a transgendered creature being it had so other interchangeable parts lol.
Sorry the more I think about this the more I think that it all came from a drug induced mind lol. Maybe they ate too many toad mushrooms ..there is only one success... to be able to spend your life your own way.
-------------------- phalon1 Registered Member Posts: 1317 (7/10/03 10:35 pm) Reply Re: Basilisking in the Spotlight: The Cockatrice -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Kind of does make you wonder, doesn’t it? Were these mythical creatures something they actually believed existed, like the gods? Were they legends, even then, things rarely glimpsed, like Bigfoot, or the Jersey Devil? Or were they fictional characters - tales told around campfires meant to make skin crawl? Bizarre.
Let’s finish off the Cockatrice here, because like leftover turkey, you can only take so much before it gets old.
Bizarre parentage led to even more bizarre abilities. To answer your question about mating, Xie, I don’t think it could. If it saw it’s own reflection, it’d instantly die of fright, which leads me to believe that if it got too Glenn Close to another cockatrice it would be a Fatal Attraction. And then there’s this nasty little habit it had of burning everything it approached and killing everything it looked upon. Yep, the Cockatrice most likely led a pretty solitary life, which could explain why it was so surly.
The weasel though, was immune to its glance and if the cockatrice got a few good licks in, the weasel would run off, eat some rue, and return with renewed fighting ability. All around the Meadow Rue, the Cockatrice chased the Weasel. The Cocktrice thought t’was all in fun. Pop, goes the weasel - right upside the Cockatrice’s head.
A crowing rooster too, was detrimental. Such tender ears the Cockatrice had, that the crowing would cause immediate death. To the Cockatrice, not the rooster. In my case, it’s pretty much the other way around. Wake me up with some obnoxious early morning crowing and you’re pretty much dead meat.
About the cockatrice in your hair - I read that Medusa had a cockatrice on her head. A cocka-doodle-doo. Wonder who her stylist was. Hhmmm. I thought she had just snakes on her head. Don’t asp me, I’m just repeating what I read. Maybe the Cockatrice got rattled sharing the roost with all those snakes, and flew the coop. Medusa then ran around like a head with its chicken cut off.
And that old saying, “the best Cockatrice is a dead Cockatrice” is so true. Little Miss Muffet could have used one next to her tuffet. Yep, hang a dead Cockatrice next to your front door and it will keep the spiders away.
Whew! That ends all the info I could find on the cockatrice. Thank goodness that’s over. And it was no poultry feet, I must say. Or maybe it was.
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Post by Phalon on Jun 23, 2004 23:03:20 GMT -6
gabbin Registered Member Posts: 489 (8/4/03 8:54 pm) Reply Cockatrice can survive a nuclear blast. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Cocka-once, cockatrice, three times a lady...and one shouldn't be doing that anyway.
Okay, well it is hot and the mercury is rising, I think Jim Morrisong sang that. I am a posting fool tonight, wow. Speaking of Mercury....my burning heated question would be why mercury in my thermometer is called mercury.. Let's see if we can find the answer. Warning: this may take several days.
Okay Mercury: Roman God, equated with Greek Hermes and Etruscan God Tum. Winged Berkenstocks and a winged Staff with entwined snakes. Hmmm, very odd customer there. Mercury comes from Latin Mex (not tex mex) or mercator for merchant. Ye olde messenger God and God of commerce, trade, thievery (all goes together, I suppose) eloquence,, science and profit. Note to self, find out whos staff the AMA uses for sure. Mercury's temple is Circus Magnus which is next to Circus Solei (you knew that was coming) down the strip from Circus Circus, and was built in 495 BC. Wow, old, Oooo, aaah.
The Celts worshipped him and the Germans equated him with Woda, Yoda's pal, the God of Golf's legend Tiger Woda.
Okay, well that is all I got on this round, maybe my pal, Phalon can fill in, if not, me, myself and I will delve into the mystery of Mercury. There is a lot on this God, he covers a wide area, he does.
-------------------- phalon1 Registered Member Posts: 1379 (8/6/03 9:54 am) Reply Mercury's rising --------------------------------------------------------------------------- BOLL, Gabbin. God of Golf - Tiger Woda. LMAO. Yes, I woda responded much earlier, but God Mercury Thermometer said I was too hot, and therefore deemed it hazardous for me to post, (think back to the Kiwi bird in my bed post).
Tonight, maybe a quick 2 minute internet search to add to the vast knowledge you've already created.
-------------------- gabbin Registered Member Posts: 494 (8/6/03 7:57 pm) Reply Mercurial questions -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- So, we are still looking for the correlation between my thermometer and this God. He is not the god of heat, that was Hades, why doesn't he have a Hademometer? To the dict....
Mercury: A heavy fluid metal used in barometers, therms, pesticides, pharmaceutical preps, reflecting surfaces of mirrors, dental fillings, in certain switches, lamps and electric things and as a lab catalyst: Quicksilver. So, it is related to surfing as well. Wow. Hey Kiwi, hear that? Well, dang! I thought mercury was bad for ya, poisonous. Scary-I have a toothache; gold not mercury hold the lead, special orders don't upset us.
Okay, next..Mercury: the smallest planet in our solar system, and, closest to the sun
Mercury: Any euphorbiaceous herb of Merculias (M perennis is poisonous). Eupor+biaceous=poisonous often found in discos...gotcha.
So, one busy guy, McDonalds of Gods. His name everywhere. There isn't a Zues planet, may I point out. We do have a Uranus and a Venus, though.
So, nothing yet to explain why the God of Messengers is a thermometer metal. Hey, Phalon, the original heavy metal God. Why isn't there a newspaper named after this God? I am getting nowhere, so next, on to....his Greek side for answers, Hermes....a great place to shop as well.
-------------------- 1 Xwpfan Registered Member Posts: 927 (8/6/03 7:59 pm) Reply Re: Mercury's rising --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Maybe good ol Hermes better known here as Mecury could have caddied Tiger through the underworld - wonder how many Strokes would be required in order to play through ?? lol Now the underworld would be a rough course wonder if they'd have to walk among the walking dead lol or maybe they'd have special permisson and would be driving... perhaps driving a Mercury Sable lol- course being that he was a God of thieves and commerce he could've afforded even a better ride I suspose lol-
and since good ole Mercury invented the first Lyre we could say he is partial to blame or to take credit for Xwp's Lyre Lyre episode..trust me I wouldnt lie to you.
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phalon1 Registered Member Posts: 1385 (8/6/03 10:58 pm) Reply Re: Mercury's rising -------------------------------------------------------------------------- The relationship between Ye Messenger on Winged Feet and Floral Delivery and thermometers? The only caduceus I could come to is the quicksilver one. God Mercury and Quicksilver. Heavy metal music at a feverish pitch.
-------------------- gabbin Registered Member Posts: 500 (8/7/03 8:48 pm) Reply Re: Mercury's rising --------------------------------------------------------------------------- If I had money, I'd tell you what I'd do, I'd go downtown and buy a Mercury or two, crazy bout a Mercury....Great song.
Okay Hermes: Both Hermes and Merc carried a staff clled a caduceous, again, golf connections as Tiger Woda always has a Caddybag full of caduceous' to hit balls with. Caduceous means to drag a bag.
So Hermes: Son of Zues and Maia (Nymph) born in a cave.God of travelers, sheperds, land travel, literature, cunning, poets, athletes, conductor of souls to Hades, weights and measures (AHA! The mercury), thieves and cheats. Gosh.
His festival is the 25th of May, put on by corn growers.
He is pictured with winged feet but is not a Nike shoe wearer. This God's symbol rock sculpture thing is a carved head with a phallus, probably from his origin as a fertility God. Boy, did he change from that.
There is almost too much info on this fella.
His particular pile of marker stones
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Post by Phalon on Jun 23, 2004 23:06:59 GMT -6
Hey....what kind of auto-edit is this....hhmmm, the above mythological creature discussed was not a thingyatrice. Touchy. It was a c-o-c-k-a-t-r-i-c-e. Just to set the record straight. And not trying to be vulgar, although the creature itself was such.
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Post by Phalon on Jun 27, 2004 22:50:34 GMT -6
phalon1 Registered Member Posts: 1424 (8/22/03 8:34 pm) Reply Re: Mercury's rising -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Though often flighty, I’m not so swift, and kinda dragged my heels on this one, quite unlike Hermes of the winged sandals and hat, the Swift One. Zeus’ messenger was also the God of thieves, commerce, guide to the dead, inventor of the lyre, the pipes, musical scale, astronomy, boxing, gymnastics, weights and measures, and the caretaker of olive trees. Such a weighty résumé and who could measure up? Often thought of as the cleverest of the Olympian gods.
So that’s what my two-minute internet search produced. At least the one site I checked out of a couple thousand. Along with the long list of accomplishments, Hermes was quite the accomplished philanderer and landed many a nymph, maiden, and goddess. Never landed a Phil though, at least in my search. Produced scores of offspring. His tryst with Aphrodite produced a son, Hermaphroditus, who becomes joined in one body with a nymph while bathing. Quite the odd child, no one quite knew what became of him.
There were other well-known children of Hermes, of course. Hermes the Frog, carrying on in his father’s webbed…er..winged footsteps, delivered many a message, perhaps his most famous being “It’s not easy been green”, which was penned for his brother, Hermes Munster, who was quite downtrodden due to his heavy feet, unlike swift Dad, (kinda a cheesy story behind that one…Cheddar lightly, Munster). Another son, Hermes, and his own brood, took to Dad’s musical side. This branch of the family tree though, was a bunch of crabs and became known as Hermes and the Hermits. After a couple of hits, they withdrew inside their shells and were rarely heard from again.
Amazing, just what you can learn from the two-minute internet search. Ok, shoot me now. Sheesh.
-------------------- 1 Xwpfan Registered Member Posts: 969 (8/23/03 8:17 pm) Reply Mars is Melting? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Thought I'd add Mars to our agenda.. seeming it is making a rare appearance on the 27th..on early Wednesday morning, Mars and Earth will be closer together than at any time in almost 60,000 years. Mars will be this week, 34,646,418 miles away .. less then the national debt lol
Much like M&Ms or a Mars bar ...Mars is melting.. too bad it can't call out like the witch in the wizard of Oz " Help me I'm melting !!"
I wonder what our fascination is with this little red planet- and since its a red planet why not little red men not little green men? I mean we are already comfortable with the term red skins so they would fit right in....
and why do we imagine little green men saying Take me to your leader?
If they had the technology to get here why would they even need our leader? aand can you imagine if they came when Clinton was in office - sorry little green guys can you come back when I finish this CIGAR and then maybe we can get to gether and play greensleeves on my sax...or if they came while GWB is in office - it would be the biggest hunting party ever ..picture it big ol green posters Wanted dead or alive preferably dead lol
Ok I've had my fun I'll let our resident experts explain it the rest I guess.. take it away Gabbin and Phalon.....
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-------------------- phalon1 Registered Member Posts: 1431 (8/24/03 8:37 pm) Reply Re: Mars is Melting? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sheesh, Xie, for the life of me, I can't remember what a Mars Bar is. I remember those foot long, heavenly braided masses of goo call Marathon bars. The big nut or not debate between Almond Joy and Mounds. My favorite, Twix, and it's sister with nuts, Summit. Sort of remember Mr. Goodbar. Three Musketeers, yep. Those salty peanut things, what were they called? Snickers, of course, another fav - and oooo, the Snickers icecream bars, yum. But no, Mars Bars, I have no clue. Why is this bugging me?
--------------------- gaggin Registered Member Posts: 160 (8/24/03 9:05 pm) Reply Re: Mars is Melting? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I was deprived as a child or have some deep pyschological thing I have supressed as to why I never was allowed candy bars. Thank heaven for Halloween. No wonder I cased the neighborhood. So, I think from my yearly fore into candy that Mars bars are in the brown wrapper? I don't know what is inside. I like those cocunut Mounds and Reeses and mint ones.
-------------------- McCally Registered Member Posts: 43 (8/25/03 6:06 pm) Reply ezSupporter
Re: Mars is Melting? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Weren't Mars bars a nougat type bar with a couple of almonds placed on top, with a chocolate coat? Kinda like Almond Joy without the coconut? Or am I still in dreamland?
-------------------- phalon1 Registered Member Posts: 1434 (8/25/03 8:13 pm) Reply Re: Mars is Melting? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hey me too, Gabbin. I cannot ever, ever remember Mom buying candy for us kids. I'm thinking she thought we were wild enough already without the added sugar. Scoured the neighborhood on Halloween for the goods, hording them away to be eaten later, savoring the morsels well into the cold winter months.
How could I forget Reese's peanut butter cups and York Peppermint Patties...two of my absolute favorites. Hhhmm, reading back, so many of these seem to be my favorites.
The salty sweet peanut one came to me last night. No chocolate - no wonder why I don't like - just a mass of peanuts held together by some goo. PayDay.
The two-minute internet search on Mars Bars proved to be futile as to a description of the thing, except like Twinkies, it seems to be a junk food that has hit the deep-fryer craze. Chocolate then? Can you deep fry chocolate? Sheesh, this is stuck in my head. Next information source - the husband. I told him I am doing a bit of research and watch his eyes roll. He's gotten real good at that exaggerated expression, his eyes nearly doing 360s to the back of his head. I wonder why. Too much practice, perhaps. But yes, Cally, hubs agrees, a white nougat with two almonds covered in chocolate. He thinks caramel too, but is not sure.
And what’s all this got to do with Mythological Persons? Let me search awhile. <rolls eyes>
-------------------- phalon1 Registered Member Posts: 1440 (8/27/03 11:03 pm) Reply Re: Mars is Melting? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ok, so wasn't this suppose to be the night? The night to best view Mars, next to the moon? Darn it, I can't find the moon. It is usually visable from my back porch, just over the trees. I haven't seen it in about a week. Walked all around the house and out into the street and still no moon, (or Mars either). Billions of stars, though. Found the Big Dipper and Little Dipper. Dang, I always miss these big events.
Where does the moon go when its not visable?
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Post by Gabbin on Jun 27, 2004 23:48:22 GMT -6
OH LORDY! This is some funny stuff. I am laughing away. Thanks Pahlon.
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Post by Gabbin on Jun 27, 2004 23:49:01 GMT -6
Phalon, I meant Phalon, Pahlon
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Post by Phalon on Jul 2, 2004 0:30:17 GMT -6
Joxcenia Posts: 1976 (8/28/03 4:48 pm) Reply ezSupporter
Re: Mars is Melting? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I think the moon is where it always is... except that earth blocks the suns rays so that it is dark & unviewable against the night's sky. As for Mars... it is a really bright star that has a slight red tint.
Whereas the North Star is usually the brightest star in the night's sky... Mars has been far brighter for several weeks now. We had severe thunderstorms beginning late yesterday afternoon and on into the evening... so I saw nothing last night.
Joxcenia I Came... I Saw... I Went Home! lol What We're Reading: Kushiel's Dart
The Zena Scrolls
Writers' Corner
-------------------- phalon1 Registered Member Posts: 1548 (10/14/03 11:31 pm) Reply Bad Harvestments -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It’s been awhile since I’ve been here, and thought since there is a cornycopia of Greek gods and harvest celebrations to pun, I’d bring it up again and bend your ears. Stalk it up to autumn. I love it. So silk back and chew on these kernels of information.
First up, Dionysus, the Greek God of Nature, God of Wine and Vine. Some grape stories surrounding him – tales of zinfandelity, fermented lust, and drunkenness.
His birth was quite unusual. The only full god to be born of a mortal. Zeus falls in love with Semele, but Semele only feels him as a divine presence, because to see Zeus in the flesh is to surely die from awe. Hera finds out Zeus is again cheating on her, and convinces Semele that she can, in fact, gaze upon Zeus, all she has to do is make him promise. So she does. Asks Zeus to grant her a promise. Okay, okay, anything to make the little woman happy. Semele then asks to see who he really is, and Zeus, being a god of his word, (but yet he can’t keep a marriage vow?), appears to her in his true form. Semele, of course, dies instantly at the sight of him in his full glory. Zeus takes the unborn child, Dionysus, from Semele’s womb and inserts it in his thigh until Dionysus is done. Thigh meat, and must be cooked thoroughly. Zeus had to get off his thigh horse though, when push came to shove and it was time to bear down. Labor must have been a b*tch. Excruciating leg cramps. He was pretty limb-er though, and got through it okay. His theme song during this period was later made famous by ZZ Top. “He’s got legs, and he knows how to use them.”
Dionysus travels the countryside, spreading viticulture wherever he stops, teaching the art of growing grapes and making wine. With him come his worshippers, the Maenads. Dionysus is also the God of Ecstasy and his followers are the original Grapeful Deadheads, drunken wild women groupies. They shun temples and follow his road tours, holding their worship ceremonies by frolicking through the forest, imbibing in wine, and working themselves into an ecstatic drunken frenzy.
Though he is normally associated with winter and spring, the whole rebirth after death thing, symbolized by the pruning, and dormancy of the vines in winter, and the awakening of the new buds in spring, in autumn a harvest celebration, Dionysia, was held in his honor.
This festival still takes place today. This year, I hear, a star-studded celebrity affair, with Maenads such as Celine Dionysus, who has perfected that fine wine, Dionneysus Warwick, who, for All the Love in the World would not miss this bash, Oprah Winefree, gives up her alcohol-free diet for this event, Wino-na Ryder, who seems to have forgotten that grapes are suppose to be stomped with your feet. She smooshed them by hand, which, of course, left her with sticky fingers. Of course, Cherblis will be here, singing that fermented oldie, Chablis People, an ode to original tribe of Maenads. Pink Champagne too, (never knew her last name, did ya?). We better get this party started.
-------------------- gabbin Registered Member Posts: 632 (10/15/03 9:36 pm) Reply Re: Bad Harvestments -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- LMAO, wow, good job, Gams. I have been mything this post so it is nice to read it again. I don't know if I can do this any more. Let me see.
Well, viticulture? Now is that a word? flip flip...virgin...virgo, virile, v.here it is. The study of grapes. Now why is it not winology? Anyway, so we're all part of the viticulture, hey ehee. Janet Jackson there.
I heard that a heavy metal band called Blush is going to be there, they will be driving the pink pinot (if it doesn't explode). And Mel Blanc will be doing a stand-up routine. Merlot Streep will be in attendance and will critique the movie Children of the Cork. Gads, I am out of practice, I am trying. Okay, well, I better get on the ball and do some research, eh?
-------------------- phalon1 Registered Member Posts: 1549 (10/17/03 12:19 am) Reply Re: Bad Harvestments -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Children of the Cork...BOLL, Gabbin. Late comers - the fashionably grape - Riesling Witherspoon, uhm....who's Vat Girl? Oh yes, Merlot Thomas. Wino-na Jug, wearing an something that resembles a brown paper sack. Who needs a glass? The paparasti spumante is starting to show...Look there's Corky Roberts.
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Post by Phalon on Jul 2, 2004 0:35:53 GMT -6
phalon1 Registered Member Posts: 1567 (10/26/03 12:23 am) Reply Re: Bad Harvestments -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Let’s move on to Cronus. Cronus was the youngest of the twelve Titans, his father being Uranus, and mother Gaia. Gaia found that twelve children was quite enough to handle, and therefore hatched a plan to rid herself from anymore of Uranus’ attempts to have more. She asked her children to help with the plan, and only Cronus agreed to help. To accomplish the task at hand, she gave Cronus an adamantine sickle. I had to flip the dictionary pages for adamantine and found it meant unyielding and rigidly firm. Makes sense in a sort of symbolic way….read on…What a sickle plan.
So Cronus takes this unyielding and rigidly firm adamantine sickle and chops off the unyielding and rigidly firm adamantine part of Uranus’ body that has been offending Gaia. And I’m not talking Uranus. Uranus, of course was more than a little sickle that he’d been dismembered. Heavy scythe. As he fell to the ground dying, he could be heard mourning the loss of his rigidness, taken by one fell swoop of that adamantine sickle. Oh my darlin’, oh my darlin’, oh my darlin’ Adamantine. You are lost and gone forever, oh my darlin’ Adamantine.
The story, whether phallus or not, became Legend and Lorena. From the blood that fell to the ground, sprung the Furies and Giants. Up from the froth and foam made from the severed organ bobbiting in the sea, where Cronus had tossed it, came Aphrodite, the Goddess of Love. Semens kind of symbolic again, no? I won’t go there though, because the story is hard to swallow and not written in sement anyway.
Now that Uranus is out of the way, Cronus goes on to rule the earth, with his wife and sister, Rhea. Under their rule, all is prosperous and harmonious, and the time becomes known as the Golden Age. Cronus is still adamantly holding on to his sickle, and because of all this prosperity, is associated with reaping the harvest, mainly wheat and grain. But in contrast, with the ever-present sickle, he is also depicted as an early version of the Grim Reaper. Or maybe the Grim Wheater. Baby, don’t fear the Wheater. But in this case, baby, maybe you should.
Seems Cronus was fated to be overthrown by one of the Children of the Cronus. Poor little newborn Wheaties never had a chance though. Have you eaten your Wheaties today? Well, yes, Cronus did. Ate them all, Demeter, Hestia, Hera, Hades and Poseidon. Oh sheeve, I just can’t besheeve how these gods shafted their families. When it came to Zeus though, Rhea replaced the baby with a stone in swaddling and Cronus swallowed that instead. Rhea sends Zeus off to be raised by a goat. One baaaaa-d kid, and after growing up, returns, with Rhea, to overthrow Cronus. At Rhea’s request, Zeus makes Cronus rheaguritate the kids. Oh man. Rheality check. Is this possible? Let’s get rheal. Zeus then revolted against Cronus and the other Titans, and had them banished.
A festival is held in honour of Cronus known as Kronia. It is a celebration of the harvest. I believe you have to be a member to attend. And unattached. The Unattached Members Re-Union. Reunited, and it feels so good.
-------------------- gaggin Registered Member Posts: 192 (10/26/03 9:24 pm) Reply Re: Bad Harvestments -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- OMG, you are killing me. And a lot of work this is too. I think was very well covered and will do another...Perhaps Castor and Pollux.
So, a very simple regular modern day family, I see. Ahem, is there no God or Goddess of Family Counseling? Goddess of Planned Parenthood? Sheesh. Okay, let me get this straight. The wife plots with her child to behead the head of the household. Then, from the that sprung a bunch of related Gods. Very Halloweenish, bobbiting for apples and all. Then said father-killer son ate all but one of his kids-thinking the stoner was a child and then said Croner stoner escapee is raised by a goat. Big breath..Did we do Zues, yet, Gams? I think we may have. That would be the natural (Is there anything natural in this post?) progression. I cannot remember if we did him. Actually, it might be a good idea to go over all the attendees here so far.
Okay, tommorrow, I will try to do the twins.
-------------------- phalon1 Registered Member Posts: 1569 (10/27/03 11:19 am) Reply Re: Bad Harvestments -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Yes, that about sums up the family tale there, Gabbin. What a teste castrate of characters in that one. Whew.
Gemini crickets, Castor and Pollux? Let me get that two-minute search going.
Inbetwin, I wonder if I can hire Zena to do a summary here. Maybe she does mything p-iece work. Does some good summaries over in the Zena Scrolls. Good idea, Gabbin, as I've forgotten most of those we've discussed thus far. Except, I don't believe we've covered Zeus in full. He just seems to stick his nose, (or whatever), into everyone else's tail...er...tale.
--------------------- 1 Xwpfan Registered Member Posts: 1099 (10/27/03 2:39 pm) Reply Re: Bad Harvestments -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ok we know most of the family dirt but forgive me for asking but condsidering all the horrible things she was a part of ahem... when did she become gonearhea?!
Edited by: 1 Xwpfan at: 10/27/03 2:40 pm
-------------------- gaggin Registered Member Posts: 193 (10/28/03 7:53 am) Reply Re: Bad Harvestments -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Good one X. , but holy cow, is that you laughing at your own joke? The shame of it all (Gabbin often sits at home laughing at her own jokes or thrusting a fist into the air at a good one). Shameless.
And to answer your question, X, I believe she turned into Gonerhea, when Rhe had to "be gone" on the sidelines do to a rather bothersome syndrome. I heard she had to pay a lot of cronus to the Dr. to rid it. After that she had to go on a diet and was briefly nicknamed Dietrhea. Cringe.
-------------------- phalon1 Registered Member Posts: 1586 (11/1/03 7:50 pm) Reply Did I Myth Anyone? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Pollux me, Gabbin, but are you going to get off your Caster soon and start in on the twins? Ok, while I sit here twinnling my thumbs waiting for Gabs to dig up something on the Gemini bros, I thought I'd compile a list.
A brief run-down, (I got out the old mussel car for this one, because there were so many to plow through), of the Mything Persons discussed thus far. In no particular order, appearing so far were:
The Greek Gods and Goddess
Demeter – Goddess of Harvest and 100cm Ruler of Measurements Persephone/Core – Demeter’s daughter. Hade’s lover and to hell with her. Artemis – Goddess of the Hunt for Fine Stolen Art. Ares/Mars – God of War and Chocolate Candy bars Tisiphone – the Avenger of High Long Distance Rates Eros/Cupid – The Love Child Hestia – Goddess of Hearth and Home Improvement Priapus – God of Horticulture and Huge Member in the Garden Club Hermes/Mercury – Heavy Metal Messenger Dionysus and the Maenads – God of Vine and Wine and his Grapeful Deadheads. Cronus – Titan God of Harvest. Known to be-head family member’s members
Beasts, Creatures and Those Touched by the Gods, (usually having dire consequences)
Griffin – Body of a lion. Head and wings of an eagle. Centaur – Horse child of Ixion and a cloud. Callisto – Ursa major constellation Draco – Dragon constellation Cyrene – Ares' nymph lover Phaon – ferryman between Lesbos and Chios Styx – has supernatural powers of making the God’s speechless Narcissus – The self enthralled flower child Siren(s) – bird lady(ies) with a whale of a voice causing rock traffic jam sessions. Chimera – Lion’s head, goat’s body, and serpent’s tail. Cockatrice – Snake body, head and legs of a rooster, wings of a bat.
Other than Greek or Roman
Lorelie – Norse rock singer. Eoster – Anglo-Saxon Goddess of Dawn and Chocolate bunnies.
Edited by: phalon1 at: 11/1/03 7:52 pm
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Post by Phalon on Jul 5, 2004 23:08:47 GMT -6
gabbin Registered Member Posts: 648 (11/1/03 11:06 pm) Reply Re: Did I Myth Anyone? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Wow! What a list. A complicated complication with no implication of complications, I hope. A very funny list. Do you and I just entertain ourselves? Hello out thereeeeeeee. I don't remember the choco bunnie one. And a few others, either.
Okay, well the Halloween choco bars have not worn off as yet, although my choco headache seems to be subsiding, so I shall go ahead and embarrass myself here, as usual.
Castor oil and Chicken pollux, as they were called by mean bullies in their KinderGoden school, are two of the more amiable God fellas. Course, they do have a Greek background so watch your heads cuz the family tree is shaking apples off and they don't fall far.
Interviewer: Castor, Pollux. Who are your parents? Castor and Pollux: Oh, Leda is Mom and a Swan was Dad. Inter:...............silence........... C & P: Smile and clear throats simultaneously. Inter:.......mouth slowly closes...... C & P: Well, wait (they say this together) Dad was actually Zues, disguised as a Swan. Inter:.......eyes widen.... C&P: Um, mom is a bit of a birder, you see....... Inter: A regular ornithologist, eh?
Okay, so we know that Leda likes birds ( a whole lot) and this is, afterall, where we get great art, like Swan Lake. So, what the heck, the twins came from a swan egg. I will not nest till there story is fully hatched. This isn't so far-fetched when you think of lamb cloning and eggs in jars being pollinated by sperm from tubes, is it? Let's not dwell on a persons background, eh? LOL.
Alright, so these birds of a feather are identical twins. They were in a Xena ep with the oil and wrestled with our bard and Aphrodite. That was a hoot.
Castor-He was known as a horse whisperer of sorts. Tamer of horses. I would have thought tamer of Greek Geese, myself.
Pollux-Was a heavyweight in the boxing department.
Both liked adventure and were nuts about Argonauts. Their sister, (oh, yes, Mom and the Swan again) was Helen of Boy Troy. For sure. And it was not Xena but, the twins who rescued their sister from kidnapping by Theseus. Perhaps Xena's rescue was a different one, for, Helen was a hot item.
There are two stories with these fellas I came across. The first is their Argonautical voyage with Orhpeus in which the twins became good luck seamen Gods just by being there. The second is when they went to war/farming (depending on the mythologician) and Castor got killed. Pollux, then, in grief, asked Dad to trade his life for his brothers. Dad, Zues, decided to either a. give them alternating lives between Elysian Fields and earth or B. give them their own stars on the celestial way. Depends on where you go to read this stuff. That a. story reminds me of the Xena ep with the night/day between Gabby and Xena (too tired to look it up).
Anyway, they died young and became famous and, also, didn't have kids to my extensive knowlege (which is a bit unusual for Gods, I think). The did get a temple in the Forum next to the Temple of Vesta, the Goddess of mopeds.
Okay, the choco is not wearing off, but I should go try to rest anyway. Goodnight to all. May the Gods be with you.
-------------------- phalon1 Registered Member Posts: 1591 (11/3/03 9:43 pm) Reply Gulls Just Swanna Have Fun -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hang on there, Gabbin. I just swanna make sure I've got this right. So Zeus raids Bjork's closet and comes out looking like Don Swan, all lovey dovey like. Oh wait, swans and doves - same species, different family. But since when does that seem to matter around here.
He swan dives, and up from the depths of Leda comes an egg containing Castor and Pollux. I wonder who had the honors of incubating? Interesting image, if it were Zeus - squatting on the egg, (and men brag they don't need to squat), thigh bulging with Dionysus ready to come into the world, twins bursting at the shell. Surely they were free range swans, since Hera seemed to have quite a time of keeping Zeus reigned in.
Don't you find all these stories pertaining to births quite odd? Birds, animals, and who-knows-what-else. The adage "birds of a feather, flock together" in no way applies to procreation in Greek Mythology, although there does seem to be a whole lot of flocking going on.
What ever happened to the good old stork bringing the baby theory? Of course, no one ever said where the babies the stork brought came from. I'm not buying that cabbage patch thing. Perhaps there was a behind the scenes couple who did all the reproducing. Stork and Mindy? Although we never saw them get stork naked on television - it was, after all, prime time television and not Must See TV.
-------------------- phalon1 Registered Member Posts: 1598 (11/5/03 11:18 am) Reply Re: Gulls Just Swanna Have Fun -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Do you and I just entertain ourselves, Gabbin? I don't know if we entertain anyone, but I'm figuring someone besides you and I are at least reading, (do you read any of this, Gabbin? Boll). There's Xie, of course, who will pop in every now and then. Thank you, Xie. Joxie stops by occasionally too.
But let's count the numbers here, and do a little math - my oh-so-favorite subject. 92 posts and just over 900 views. At least 10 views per post. Minus one for me, (you and I don't count here as viewers), and one for you. I proof-read mine, because I don't want to screw up the Gods' stories anymore than they are already, or at least, anymore than I intended. So minus one viewer half of the time. So I'm figuring maybe 7.5 viewers here. Who's the .5? Who know's - the majority of us here just hover around 5 feet.
Hhmm, maybe it's our choice of Gods? Perhaps we should take requests? A question put forth to the Mything Persons Viewers: Which Mything Person, Gentle Reader, would you like to watch Gabbin and I slaughter shamelessly in bad puns next, and care to join in?
Ah, excuse the above. Painkillers, novicane, writing and arithmatic. Not a good mix.
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1 Xwpfan Registered Member Posts: 1111 (11/5/03 8:33 pm) Reply Re: Gulls Just Swanna Have Fun -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Phalon And gabbin rest assured you do have a following..of stalkers or maybe in this case lurkers lol- I always enjoy your pov on the gods and their doings .. occassionally I do do a little research and jump in...
Edited by: 1 Xwpfan at: 11/5/03 8:42 pm
-------------------- gabbin Registered Member Posts: 654 (11/5/03 10:11 pm) Reply Re: Gulls Just Swanna Have Fun -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hello Joxcie, and X. How do?
Gams, I know you entertain me . Okay, well good math there.
So, the Swan, formerly known as Zues, feather the lady in question knew it or not, she ended up getting laid and then laying. There it is, layed out for all to see. . And that, Prince, is what it sounds like, when the doves cry. doo be doo be do...
And so it seems, yet another story of misguided love. It is interesting (philosophical boring mode) that we tend to sometimes think one is duped or tricked into loving someone who turns out to not be who they appeared to be. Then again, perhaps the moral is not to sleep with fowl types in the first place. Wow, deep thoughts. Okay, well so another sordid chapter in mythology closes. Who is next? I was thinking of Midas mufflers today. Hmm. Or, maybe the Amazon.coms soon, they could be a post to themselves though.
Alright, babble on Mything Ps.
-------------------- phalon1 Registered Member Posts: 1603 (11/6/03 9:38 pm) Reply Re: Gulls Just Swanna Have Fun -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- So no requests, eh? Then the muffler man sounds good, Gabbin. My, das touch ist gut, ja? Forgive me, I know not what I write. Do you know the muffler man, the muffler man, the muffler man? Well, no, actually I don't. Take it, Gabbin, while I conduct my two minute search.
-------------------- gabbin Registered Member Posts: 668 (11/9/03 9:00 pm) Reply Re: Gulls Just Swanna Have Fun -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I am balking now. Hmm. Give me a few days. Any thoughts?
-------------------- DrDite Registered Member Posts: 83 (11/22/03 10:43 pm) Reply Re: Gulls Just Swanna Have Fun -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Well, Phalon brought up this area in chat tonight, and i thought id better scope it out again after so much time. Very hilarious indeed. I do know a tad about Midas. None of it matters though. In the end all he did was make an ass of himself. In that way, he and I are bonded.
I move that when you are done with him, in keeping with the ever popular themes of bestiality and sons of Zeus, you work on Minos. Moving on down through the alphabet. Two M kings in a row. Another interesting guy but his wife Pasiphae kinda steals the show. Certainly one to grab the bull by the horns though it seems she was pretty eager herself. Still you have to give her credit; Sex with a bull is a lot of work. He must have been quite a stud to warrant all that effort. What's that you say? Beef is what's for dinner? Thanks, but I'll Pasiphae.
Edited by: DrDite at: 11/22/03 10:46 pm
-------------------- phalon1 Registered Member Posts: 1660 (11/23/03 6:46 am) Reply Pasiphaeing the time away -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Boll, Dobs. Yep, I'm thinking you need to visit more often.
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Post by Phalon on Jul 9, 2004 22:49:10 GMT -6
phalon1 Registered Member Posts: 1763 (12/19/03 10:28 pm) Reply Midas Life Crisis -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I thought I Midas well get off my Midass, stop goldbricking around, and as threatened, get on with discussing the King with the Golden Touch. Midas. Poor guy, (figuratively speaking), been hanging out in the gold all this time. So please, sit down, relax and alloy me to tell the tale. There’s not much of an element of surprise here – a god or two metaling in the life of a mortal, thereby ultimately destroying it in some fashion. [shrugs shoulders]. Same old, same gold. What comes around, golds around. You know how those gold sayings go.
So the story of Midas and his Midas Life Crisis. Remember it as a kid, but thought I’d look it up, just to get the details straight. And we are such sticklers for detail around here.
Midas was the King of Phrygia. One day, his guards brought one of Dionysus’ satyrs into the palace. A satyr is a part man, part goat thing. Goat head, (to borrow Lola’s pun), and laugh. Part man, part goat? I kid you not. A crude and lecherous lot, they are also dipsomaniacs and thus Dionysus and his Maenads had a heavy following of them, tagging along where ever they went, looking for free booze and loose women. This particular satyr, Silenus, imbibed in too much wine and women the night before and got himself lost in Midas’ rose gardens, and spent the night there, sleeping it off.
Midas treated Silenus well - fed and entertained him for a week or so. Silenus was Dionysus’ mentor, so when Silenus told Dionysus what a generous king Midas was, Dionysus offers to grant Midas one wish. Midas asks that all he touched be turned to gold. Dionysus, shakes his head in disappointment, and asks “won’t he reconsider?” “Nope, I’m going for the gold”, Midas replies. So it was done.
Midas, giddy with his new power, runs around giving everything in his path the goldfinger. Orders a great feast set in celebration, but dang, he can’t eat, can he? His carrots turn to carats. Midas, in his fasting, is fastly wasting away, unable to eat. Dionysus takes pity on him and allows him to wash away his curse in the river Pactolis, but not before saying, “I gold you so”. The river forevermore is filled with flecks of gold.
The last part there, is where the story differs slightly from the one I remember as a kid. In the version I remember, Midas hugs his daughter, now renamed Goldilocks. A heart of gold, that kid had. “Oh, I gild her”, he wailed. In his grief over turning his child to gold, in this version, he then asks for the gift to be taken away. I could only find one brief reference of the Golden Child though, in all the sites I checked, so I’m thinking it was one of those dramas-based-on-a-true-story-but-embellished-made-for-TV type things. Or maybe theatre. Greek Tragedy.
Midas, most likely, thinking he could make a quick dinar telling his tale, took his show on the road. Now appearing in Athens, Live from the Attic Theatre, Midas and his Solid Gold Dancers. The show didn’t last long though. Midas was a bore, and the dancers stiff. I think he probably would have done better in the Golden State, if he have headed out to Hollywood. He shunned the Screen Actors Gild though. His dancers, after all, were solid, and not gilded.
After the acting career fizzled, Midas turned music critic. He wasn’t very adept at that either, apparently, because after judging a musical contest between Apollo, on the lyre, and Pan on the reeds, Apollo gave him the ears of an ass. And there you have it. Assk and you shall receive.
-------------------- gaggin Registered Member Posts: 226 (12/20/03 9:54 pm) Reply Re: Midas Life Crisis -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- LMBO, Gams, too funny. Finally we have made it past the 100th post.
Well, I believe I saw the movie version of his life-Goldfinger based on the goldigger himself. Ted Nugget was in it singing You're so Vein. I had in mine (mining mine) gold storage banks a thought of Midas as touching himself (gasp) and turning to gold. Maybe that was just an g-old version of the story. So, in my version I suppose Midas would end up in a golden state, say California, where many have ended up. Living there many a person would be heard saying reach out, reach out and touch someone, but not to Midas. They feared he would take songs like Diana Ross' Touch me in the morning....then just walk away-literally and they would frieze like a statue. Many would be in fear of him when ordering a Fresca and think he may mistake it for fresco and touch them into art.
Okay, just a few musings on Midas. Thought I would just touch on the subject. Guess I need to start thinking about a new old myth.
Edited by: gaggin at: 12/20/03 9:55 pm
-------------------- phalon1 Registered Member Posts: 1768 (12/21/03 12:34 pm) Reply Re: Midas Life Crisis -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- One hundred posts? Oh, wow. I didn't even notice. It's been awhile, so I might be kinda rusty. Ahem...[clears throat to sing]
One hundred mythical gods on the wall. One hundred mythical gods... Take one down, mix it around. Ninety-nine mythical stories to maul.
-------------------- gaggin Registered Member Posts: 234 (12/23/03 9:24 pm) Reply Re: Midas Life Crisis -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- So, I am sitting here thinking to myself (always dangerous) and wondering about seasonal Gods and Goddesses. I was thinking (watchout) why it is that their isn't a deity to snow/rain. Is there? One to thunder/lightning, earth, sky, sun. Huh. Okay, well let us do one to sun, then. Whish me luck.
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Post by Phalon on Jul 9, 2004 22:56:35 GMT -6
gabbin Registered Member Posts: 754 (1/4/04 8:56 pm) Reply Re: Midas Life Crisis -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Apollo, this is your life, so come on down...Let us take a look at a little Apollo-inghistory here. Gasp!
Apollo began with the usual boring Godly beginning. His father Zues (Oh, no, not Zues, again?) had a tete with Leto...rode the boat that night....and Hera (remember her? Zues' wife) found out and persued Leto (where you lead, I will Apollo) to know ends. Well, Posieden wanted this posion chasing to end, so he deliriously made an island rise up, Delos, just for her to give birth on. Kind of an old fashioned version of an ambulance, I guess. I think later this island became a sort of haven for wedlock births, Birth of a Nation of illigits, too legit to quit, they continued coming to Delos. Perhaps Dom Deloise was born there.
So, another run-of-the-mill birth. Apollo is one of the 12 Olympians. Being in the Big 12 division is quite an honor. And Apollo is one of the few Gods/Goddesses to not have a different Roman name. So, when you travel you needn't take out your Roman name book. He does have other nicknames, though; Phoebus, Pythian (because he slayed the big ole Monty Python), Dilian from Delos island.
God of prophecy, music (Apollo Theater), healing, archery, and , well, cattle. His symbols are the laurel tree, tripod, because he was quite a nature of photography, no, wait, not that kind of tripod, sorry. It is a holy book stand. Let's see, dolphin, wolf and swan are some animals associated with him so he is pretty much taken care of land, water and sea.
Oh, gosh! He has a twin sister. Do you know who? Sure, Xena, think Amazons. Artemis. Actually she didn't get much time on the show, dang it. Anyway, she was born just before him and then helped act as midwife to help with his birth. Wow.......Artemis just doesn't seem to get the fame, does she?
So, Apollo, was a musician and taugh Orpheus to play the lyre lyre pants on fire gig. And he helped defeat Hector at Trop and then turned around and Helped Hector kill Archilles with the arrow. What the hector?
Okay, a small bit on Apollo, with Apollogies for any arrows.
-------------------- phalon1 Registered Member Posts: 1826 (1/6/04 8:32 pm) Reply Light Show -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Am I late? I apollogise. I was out on that information highway and ran into a traffic jam. Apollo. Yep, a member in the Big 12, and way, way too much info on him. Probably enough to go into double overtime before we reach that final goal post. I think I’ll just take the ball here and aimlessly run with it, maybe tackle a couple of points along the way.
Point of light number one. The two minute search drill shed some light on the situtation, and I came away a bit more enlightened. Apollo was the God of Light. He is not to be confused with Helios, God of Sun – although he often is. Each morning at dawn, Helios rode his chariot across the sky, from east to west, lighting the sky as he went. I wonder if Helios had any children? A son of the sun, and when the son was born the Sun beamed? I kind of remember a neat story of him and how the sunflower came to be. Don’t remember all the facts though – sunblocked. It might be kinda fun to discuss the Sun God sometime, perhaps on Sunday.
So anyway, back to Apollo, God of Light, and not of Sun. An all-around-good-god. The God Next Door. Voted most popular among gods and mortals alike, (ok – so there was that one tiny incident when he brought his wrath down upon the Greeks during the Trojan War and fired plague arrows upon them. Just a tiny thing and the details are way too plague to remember). He was the perfect god. An archer and runner, he was the first winner at the Olympic Games. He protected young men, as sis, Artemis protected young women. He was also a god of agriculture and healer. He was thought to be the most beautiful of the gods. All that, and he could play the lyre as well. Don’t ever call him one though. He was also known for never telling a lie. “Father, I can not tell a lie. Twas I, who whacked that tree.”
Oh wait…Different father, different son, different tree and no whacking took place. Which brings us to the story of Apollo and the laurel tree. Apollo was in love with Daphne and pursued her relentlessly. Daphne shunned his advances and hid from him whenever she could. “Look out, here he comes. Daphne duck!” She begged his father, Zeus, to do something. So Zeus goes off to his thinking throne, and ponders the situation. We have a god, a mortal, and unwanted, unreturned love. What to do? Lightbulb. We just figured out Zeus’ clues, we just figured out Zeus’ clues, we just figured out Zeus’ clues, cuz we’re really smart. Somehow the three added up in Zeus’ mind to one thing – Tree. So he turned her into one – the Laurel tree. Apollo wood never forget her though, and broke off a branch of the tree, placing it on his head; "Since you cannot be my bride, you shall at least be my tree. My hair, my lyre, my quiver shall always be entwined with you, O laurel." Apollo. Ovid, Metamorphoses 1.557 What love. Makes me quiver.
The laurel of this story? Well, actually there are two. Never watch repeated episodes of Blue’s Clues with a two year old and then try to write anything intelligible. And someone will always get burned with Lighted matches.
Edited by: phalon1 at: 1/6/04 8:35 pm
-------------------- phalon1 Registered Member Posts: 1887 (1/21/04 9:36 am) Reply Re: Light Show -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Shreeeee-ooooo. Shreeee-oooo. That is me trying to make wind sounds. Somebody help me here. Where's Trix - she's pretty good at sound effects.
So we are under another Winter storm warning. Heavy snow and a high wind advisory. (yes, those winds get mighty testy when under the influence). So in keeping with the element theme we have going here, I thought maybe the Winds next. Boreas, Zephryrus, Notus, and Eurus. I'm not quite sure which direction is which, including up, so off to the Information Highway. I hope I don't get blown off the road.
Hhhmm...speaking of winter storms, I wonder if there is a God of Snow? And I wonder if that is an agnostic question? Is there snow god? There's snow business like snow business, there snow business I know.
Ok, off to my search. This could get deep so don't wait up for me. I'll call when I get there. So long as youth is green and testy old age is far off. Horace
-------------------- HobsonsChoice Registered Member Posts: 11 (1/21/04 3:40 pm) Reply Re: Light Show -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Shree-ooooo eh? Sure, I'll buy that as the sound wind makes. As long as it's wind disguised as a bob white quail. Kinda makes me want to do that grass whistling thing. And you know, I've read several times that apollo is the one with the chariot. I guess it was hard to keep a story straight in the pre-telephone days. Never trust an ancient civilization. That's what I always say.
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Post by Phalon on Jul 9, 2004 23:02:07 GMT -6
phalon1 Registered Member Posts: 1888 (1/22/04 9:54 am) Reply South Windy City -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A Weather Bulletin. This just in from Phalon, reporting to you live from some remote area on the information highway.
Shreeeee-ooooo. Shreeeeeee-ooooo. Ack! Dang, these Bob-o-links. Where’d they come from and why are there dozens of them surrounding my legs? And how come I didn’t notice them before now?
Speaking of notice, let’s notice Notus, the South Wind. Not much information on him and he seems to have been pretty much blown off in the annals of Greek Mythology despite his jumping up and down, waving his arms frantically, yelling “Notus me, Notus me!” Few did, save for one small group of worshippers. They threw caution to the wind, and headed far west, and settled in a remote land so they may worship in peace without ridicule. “We are the worshippers of Notus”, they cried. Time passed, and after a while interest waned, and the cry became a disinterested comment, “I’d only notice Notus if I were paid to do so.” Notus took notice and did - paid them handsomely and through the nosetus. Others, outside the clan, wondered how the Notus worshippers quickly became so wealthy. “I am the Mistress of Notus”, would be the reply when asked. More time passed and slang entered the language. Now, when asked why all riches, the reply became, “I the ho of Notus.” Eventually the phrase was shortened to Idaho Notus, and the place they inhabited Notus, Idaho.
For all you Notus, Idahoans reading this, (and I’m sure there are many), sorry to have break the sordid details of your ancestral history like this. Consider it tough love, and I was not paid to do so.
Ok, so off to search the rest of the Winds. I’ve got to get outta here before the Bob-o-links attack. Back, I say, get back.
So long as youth is green and testy old age is far off. Horace
-------------------- gabbin Registered Member Posts: 819 (2/3/04 8:57 pm) Reply Re: South Windy City -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Gams I was going to join in on this but wanted to ask first....Did you do your extensive reearch under Mythological winds? I have a feeling if I do that I will end up in the string section.
Oh, and my 7th grade science teacher was Mr Boobolink. Maybe related to the birds, I think. Hey, rhyme time.
--------------------- phalon1 Registered Member Posts: 1936 (2/4/04 10:45 pm) Reply Blowing Hot Air -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I dunno Gabbin. I’m just kind of shooting the breeze here, wind tunneling through airroneous information until I find something in which I can totally blow the facts.
Which brings us to Zephyrus. Zephyrus is the west wind…known for being a warm and gentle breeze. HA! Again, I say HA! The Zephyrus I know is anything but warm and gentle. Gust ask anyone who lives on the eastern shore of Lake Michigan. Fierce, cold and frigid. I suppose it’s all location, location, location, but considering some of the tales surrounding Zephyrus’, I would still challenge that warm and gentle bit.
Zephyrus had a mixed bag of whirlwind romances. Who’s that Gale? Zephyrus had a few of them. With Podarge, one of the Harpies, he had three children. Zephyrus’ wind brother, Boreas, was in love with Chloris, (or the Roman counterpart, Flora), the mother of flowers, but I guess Chloris thought Boreas full of hot air, and went for the gentle blowing in her ear and the whispering of sweet nothings of Zephyrus instead. Iris, (oh, those Iris eyes are smiling), the Goddess of the Rainbow, was his wife and with her he had two children – Eros and Pothos.
Then there was Hyacinthus, a boy who Zephyrus was in love with, as was Apollo. Apollo was playing a discus game with Hyacinthus one day, and the jealous Zeph blew the discus while it was air-borne, causing it to strike Hyacinthus in the head. As he died, the first Hyacinth grew from the pool of blood where he lay. Gentle? Warm? HA!
And his band, Led Zephyrus? Not a musical ensemble of woodwind instruments sweetly playing gentle lullabies. They blew into the scene of hard rock, (Sirens’ wail. SLAM! Ouch!), with heavy wind jamming sessions punctuated by fierce air guitar licks. Produced albums such as PhysiGale Graffiti and Windmills of the Holy. Their songs stormed the airwaves…Gale Times, Bad Times, Communication Windbreak Down, D’yerigible Maker…and, oh, my favorite, Ramble On. Words I live by.
So long as youth is green and testy old age is far off. Horace
Edited by: phalon1 at: 2/4/04 10:50 pm
-------------------- phalon1 Registered Member Posts: 1963 (2/9/04 10:34 am) Reply Winding down... -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- So we’ve been moved in that whirl-wind fashion. Whoosh…Picked up, landed Oz style, and are not in Kansas anymore, Toto. Kansas I just say I’m reminded that all we are is dust in the wind? Whoosh reminds me, I need to wind up the Winds here, before I forget about this thread and it’s blown away into the archives. (Archives considered a vegetable?), and then we’d have to file a mything persons report. Norway, I’d swede it unfinished, because I so hate unFinnished business, and keep my business in Swiss bank accounts. Oh geeze, I’m all over the map on this one.
Two down, and two to go:
Eurus was the West Wind, and not much info on him except that he was the least liked of the Wind Brothers. He brought the rains and was pretty much considered a drip. He brought everyone down - pour Eurus. A real rain in Eurass. His symbol was a tilted vase, pouring out rain.
Last but not east was Boreas. Boreas is the North Wind and considered the rudest of the bunch. A real blow-hard. He was also thought of as the god of winter, snow and ice as he brought on the cold with his icy breath, (and who said there’s Snow God?). He had purple wings and serpent’s tails instead of feet, which is why he had no need for windsocks.
At one point, he fell in love with Orithyia, the daughter of King Erechtheus of Athens. She would hear nothing of it, but he was unrelenting and forceful. They had two sons, Zetes and Calais, the winged warriors who accompanied the Argonauts expedition.
Boreas also fell in love with a herd of mares that he saw grazing in the fields. He transformed himself into a dark-maned stallion. Horsed around a bit, and after the mane attraction, twelve immortal stallions were born. Mare I just say, I find this quite odd, and it’ll be a colt day in Tartarus before I believe this foal-fetched story.
I guess I should mention the brothers’ parentage. Astraios, a Titan and the god of stars and astrology, was the father. Eos, the Goddess of Dawn, was the mother. After months of Morning sickness, it dawned on her that she might be pregnant, and then at last, she delivered and passed wind. (Sorry for that infartile bit there at the end. Ooo baby, it stank, I know.)
So long as youth is green and testy old age is far off. Horace
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Post by Gabbin on Jul 9, 2004 23:09:06 GMT -6
Good job Phalon. Are you doing the horrorscope or Kiwi next? Go girl.
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Post by Xie on Jul 9, 2004 23:15:51 GMT -6
I think i qualify more as a missing persons then a mything person but just wanted to say you're doing a Great job Phalon!!!!
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Post by Gabbin on Jul 9, 2004 23:25:02 GMT -6
Pah, wanna posting contest X? Try to outpost me. We can play here while Phalon works.
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