Thanks to the great imagination and creative initiative of our intrepid Captain, we have this wonderful site and fabulous forum for discussion and debate on all things Science and Science Fiction.
Many glorious returns of the day, my friend, and more exciting future essays, stories and surprises.
Marie
Happy Belated Birthday, Captain. Sorry that I didn't send greetings sooner, but the evil empire has me quite busy these days. Best wishes and hope all is well!
In a somewhat belated manner and to celebrate my return to the site, I would like to wish our Captain a very happy birthday.
As a sort of celebration, I will include an Irish blessing my best friend sent me once for my own birthday:
May you always have work for your hands to do.
May your pockets hold always a coin or two.
May the sun shine bright on your windowpane.
May the rainbow be certain to follow each rain.
May the hand of a friend always be near you.
And may God fill your heart with gladness to cheer you.
The good little Pagan that I am cheerfully replaces the word "God" by "the Spirits"!
Cheers,
Eloïse
PS: I'll soon tell you about Scotland. Gah! And I thought I missed the speed of the city...
"First, you see the world in black and white. After a while, you begin to see the shades of gray. And if you but have the courage to try, you then get to see all the colours of the rainbow." My philosophy of life
Happy belated Birthday,Dear and Beloved Cpt. May you be blessed with the Best in this world and in the hereafter.I sincerly pray that we have you for many more great advnetures.
Weapons and Architect officer
Raging waves of the sea, foaming out their own shame; wandering stars, to whom is reserved the blackness of darkness for ever
Thank you for the wonderful wishes, dear Angel. I am still battling health issues... I'm trying to resolve them, so that I can get back to my friends and my life!
For I come from an ardent race
That has subsisted on defiance and visions.
Godspeed beloved Cpt,Godspeed. And dare you not think of ever giving up hope,even if it be a fools hope.for their is always hope.
loving regards.
arms and architect officer
Raging waves of the sea, foaming out their own shame; wandering stars, to whom is reserved the blackness of darkness for ever