On Fri, 17 Mar 2006 14:12:23 -0500, Robert Juliano wrote:

Peter Twydell wrote:

As the Iron Duke said: 'If you believe that, you will believe anything'.
Even this paragraph is incomprehensible.

This thread looks as if it will outlast Cats or Phantom. Is there a
chance we could get Andrew Lloyd Webber to set it to music?

sounds good. Let's figure out a few of the murky areas, and we can set
it up. some points of question...
1.) Should this be a set piece, or a moving stage?
2.) do we want dance routines? (the dancing guth-boys?)
3.) should we have an intermission? should we sell meds at the intermission?

4.) does Guth die in the play? Does his spirit live on?

Bob

Some of the songs are already written by
Pat Flannery. And yes, Guth dies... as
strangely as he's lived

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"Brad Guth" wrote

There's life on Venus; obviously NOT as we know it,

And there's Klingons off the starboard bow, Jim.

Given the temperature, I'd suspect something more along Horta/Tholian
lines.... but I think Murderous Magma Monsters; inherent enemy
of the Vensian Firewomen and their Pterodactyl allies, are the real
threat of that sphere shining in the twilight with it's
unholy light.

And since Brad was nice enough to send the
post to all these different groups- three
times to sci.space.history alone; it's about
time for a little retaliation...in song of
course; to the tune of "Venus" by Banarama:

"She's Got It!
Her weapon is a silver light,
flaming in a dim sunrise,
driving Brad Guth crazy,
with images hazy;
but that is no surprise!

She's Got It!
Hey Brad, She's Got It!
She's your passion,
in your mad fashion,
shining forth just for you!

Her Fire Women leave the ground,
burning like living flames,
and fly the whole planet 'round-
in a dirigible full of dames!

They've Got It!
Hey Brad, They've Got It!
They're your madness,
with their hot badness,
pulsing Laser beams that say "Let's screw!"

Cities are hidden there,
far beneath the sulfurous air,
cities that are made of fire-
your reason's funeral pyre!

They've got them!
Brad says they've got them-
"They've Got Bridges!
Built Between Ridges!"
For that is what you say!

But Venus is drifting off,
orbiting so far away...
it'll be a couple years,
before she comes again to play!

She's Had It!
Hey Brad, She's Had It!
She's your madness, and
your site's badness,
now go away and stay."

And of course the Venusian Pterodactyl Corps
Cadence, as they drag the ISS off to the
Lagrange point:

"We have got the ISS;
Movin' it is quite a mess;
It's to Venus we must go:
Vulvator's orders, don't you know;

Flap-Flap, One-Two;
Flap-Flap, Three-Four;
Venu...sian....
Pterodactyl Corps.

When we finally get it there;
The Firewomen will stop and stare;
Interplanetary communications post;
Boobalator will say: "It's the most!"

Flap-Flap, One-Two;
Flap-Flap, Three-Four;
We flap all day...
We work for whores.

And the day when we arrive;
Is the day for which we strive;
When the damn thing's at L-2 at last;
Our wings will be busted, and all in casts;

Flap-Flap, One-Two;
Flap-Flap, Three-four;
The sad remains of....
The Pterodactyl Corps!"

And the Death Dirge Cadence of the
Pterodactyl Corps:

"Now we are on Earth at last;
Flying from Venus was quite a blast.
Finding Guth's place wasn't hard;
"Venusians Welcome" mowed in his yard.

Flap-Flap, One-Two!
Flap-Flap, Three-Four!
We're all hungry...bust down the door!

Chase him round the living room;
Hungry Pterodactyls are his doom.
Pin him to the kitchen table;
He acts odd...a bit unstable.

Chomp-Chomp, One-Two!
Chomp-Chomp, Three-Four!
We're well fed...Guth's no more!

But this meal will give us gas;
Deadly gas that we must pass.
Synchronize those deadly farts;
This is how an earthquake starts.

Shake-Shake, One-Two!
Quake-Quake, Three-Four!
Vulvator's Vibrators...The Pterodactyl
Corps!"

I cannot say enough for Brad Guth's posts;
they are Charlie McCarthy to my W.C. Fields;
and Margaret Dumont to my Marx Brothers.

Pat

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--
Chuck Stewart
"Anime-style catgirls: Threat? Menace? Or just studying algebra?"