h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

*********INVITATION**********

You are all formally invited to

SAINT IORETH'S VIRTUAL GOING AWAY PARTY

To be held in the Egroups chat room
Tuesday 12pm thru wednesday 12pm

Refreshments to be served by Jeltz & co. Catering Service!



if you have yet to sign up, do so asap, and SOMEONE will approve your membership!
Let's give IO a GRAND SENDOFF!!

Woo-hoo!
Another party!!!!!
Wonder if we could just have them going one after another (my 6 month h2g2 birthday's up in a few weeks- I'm already planning that one )

St.Peter - Hello Everybody !!!

I have been trying to make it easier for new user's to ask questions & apply for a Guardian Angel...

Consequently, there are three new threads over at the main Guardian Angel Page...

Could you please bookmark the Questions thread & the Applying for a Guardian Angel thread...

Thanks...

St.P.

ANNOUNCEMENT:

Party at Tweetie's tomorrow night.
Basically a continuation of FC's party
The Angels have a special invite

*thinks*
Free alcohol!
*thinks- better get reinforcements...*
Where's Ras got to?

*Another crystal clear day in heaven, and the saints are spread about the lawn, soaking up rays and nibbling the various cheeses and crackers supplied by Saint Cheese et al. *sprawled on a large silver checkerboard blanket, Zax, surrounded by busy cherubim and seraphim, is enjoying the novelty of being fed grapes and recieving a massage simultaneously while getting a manicure and having his goatee trimmed.... *catching the pointed look GOD is directing at him from the other end of the glade, Zax has the decency to look abashed. With a wave and a pat or two on a couple of the slower moving hineys, he disperses the munchkins. He then stands to his full height, dusts the wrinkles and blades of grass from the silk threads, and smiles at the assembled saints.* Um... well.. *looking around realizing something is missing, he grins as one of the more rotund of his cherubs waddles forward to hand him a tall champagne flute* Ah... much better, thank you! *watches fondly as the wee rump scuttles out of sight* Much better. Fellow saints, may i have your attention? *thirty nine faces turn to face him* uh.. excuse me? *GOD turns from his contemplation of a small pink flower, and nods in Zax's general direction. Accepting that as the best it's likely to get, Zax decides to continue without HIM.* Well, uh.. since you are all here... we felt now would be as good a time as any for this little ceremony! You all were great sports, putting up with, and even participating in the poll for the next Archangel. As you no doubt have gathered I've been a bit swamped lately. Our ranks have grown to the point where even an octopus would have it's hands full! A toast! TO FORTY SAINTS!!! *forty saints raise their glasses, and forty saints raise their voices* ~~TO FORTY SAINTS!!~~ The decision to put the question of the next Archangel to a vote came about mainly because of how difficult the choice was. However, by forming an all-way tie, you all have confirmed what we suspected from the beginning. They each deserve it. So, with no more ado... LET THE CEREMONY BEGIN! *a cherub runs forward dragging the Golden Sword. Taking it, Zax points it toward a saint* SAINT TWEETIE! *Tweetie, in human form, comes to stand before Zax, who turns and points the golden sword again* SAINT BIG 'EVIL' DAN! *Dan meanders toward the front of the group to stand beside Tweetie* SAINT BRUCE! *as Bruce comes forward, there is a general ripple of sensation as the gathered saints realize what is about to happen, and realize that they are witnessing a once in a lifetime event... A TRIPLE ARCHING!* *Smiling at all and sundry, Zax turns to address the crowd* Yes sisters and brothers, WE will be four! As there is an unbroken all-way tie at the polls, and more than enough w*rk to go around, i would like to introduce the new ARCHANGELS! Saint Big 'Evil' Dan! *swings the Golden Sword from the ground next to Dan's left foot, up over his head, and down to touch the dirt beside his right foot.* You are hereby named Big 'Evil' Dan, the ARCHANGEL. *a vibrant red heart materializes on Dan's shirt, pulsing lazily. Zax hans him a thick, package apparently wrapped with little attention to detail* Your towel...:-) *turning to Tweetie, the arch is repeated with the Golden Sword, and a bright red heart is seen fluttering on her shirt. Zax hands her a yellow package.* Your towel, ARCHANGEL Tweetie...:-) And Bruce, for the job you already do- your endless, tireless efforts in the face of a never-ending flow of new researchers... A title of recognition... *the Sword swipes up and over, and a bright heart materializes on his shirt, pulsing with streaming data. Zax hands him his package* Your Towel, ARCHANGEL Bruce! CONGRATULATIONS ALL! *looking over to GOD, and receiving an approving nod, Zax grins in relief, hands the sword back to the cherub, and takes to the air* Celebrations are takin

Woo-hoo!
Awww, thanks you guys
*hugs Bruce and Dan, grins at Zax and hugs him too*
Ok, change of plan...
SPECIAL INVITATION:
Archangel celebration, my place, tonight.

* HE ponders what a lovely ceremony... *

* Especially considering that HE didn't have to lift a finger... *

- Simply, High Spirited.

So go and have a look at the new page above...

- Simply, Knackered..

*walks in and looks around*

Hey the place looks great. Very nice graphics.

St.Peter - Thanks, that saves me from a lot of embarrassment...

St.P.

Ummm...I think I was supposed to come here. Just wandering around.

Yo alicat, how are you getting allong with this flying biz?

*wandering closer*

Yesterday I nearly missed a ceiling fan!

;0

The worst is when your halo just catches one. 3 hours it was before anyone found me.

That's why God just redid heaven. Too many new Saints stuck to the roof. St. Peter was so busy with that ladder and broom that he had no time left to do the rest of the Big Guy's work.

NO! Not the Broom! Aaaaagghhh!! Make the voices stop.....

*mutters: don't see why we *can't* get Freud out... bloody good shrink... ok, little freaky and creepy but still...*

St.Peter - Brooms ?

No it was more like bats in the belfry...i.e. most of them managed to get airbourne O.K, but unfortunately they then ran out of puff, so they were left clinging to any high surface they could reach...

St.P.

Hi GOD!

You left before I could say thank you, so thank you very very VERY much!

I'll do anything for Zax, even getting rounded up - although I'm still having problems with the 5 kilos the doctor said I need to add .....