Okay, who ordered the phoenix?

So, who ordered the Phoenix?

Isis in ancient Egypt did it, but Flavius Philostratus made it a household name in ancient Greece.

In the last millennium a guy in Japan called Tezuka made it familiar in modern times. Then some guys at Marvel got tired of bringing superheroes from the dead so many times, that they made a superhero that had a good excuse to come back from the dead…

But in Arizona, Jack Swilling did order it in 1868!
http://thenaturalamerican.com/phoenix_history.htm
However, never mind that arcane info, now seriously:

Who will win a fight?

The order of the Phoenix or Jean Grey-Summers? :smiley:

Sorry I’m late. I got picked up by an eagle and had a really good time.

No, not at the Eagle; by an eagle.

What a bummer. I saw Andy’s name as the OP on the main page and clicked in to see if he returned. Sadly, no.

I still dislike that he left. In the trainwreck that was the last thread he participated in, I completely agreed with him. I think he got hosed.

I would warn you all about the gloom and doom that befalls those who eat phoenix or resurrect long dead threads but no one ever believes me anyway.

You are named Wile E, not Cassandra. :stuck_out_tongue:

Um, Tracy Lord isn’t named Orpheus, Gorilla Girl isn’t named Helen and Mr. Boy1967 isn’t named Damocles either. What’s your point? :stuck_out_tongue:

THERE! THERE!

That’s my point.

What’s your point?

How appropriate, now that Flight of the Phoenix is back again as well.

Now where’s the valet with my wheels? Has anyone seen Ixion?

I’ll get to the Vulture, as soon as I’m done dripping this venom on Loki’s head.

Yes. the service here is very slow.

Here’s my point!

Pardon me, but why doesn’t the “Two for one” deal cover the Phoenix?

I’m back from the war!

Sorry it took so long, you would not believe how hard it is to get anywhere these days…

Dad! Welcome back! You wouldn’t believe the creeps that have been hanging around Mom…

(The previous post is IMO one of the rare occasions when zombie revival is justified and funny.)

Boy, took a while for that one to rise from its own ashes.

Archimedes ordered water from my restaurant, but my waiter got screwed on the tip.

I read a bad review of this place on Yelp by someone named Cassandra but I didn’t find it credible.

I slung him out last time he came into my place. He was still dripping from his bath, and it’d done a mighty poor job of cleaning off his smell, too. “You stinker!” I told him as my toe met his malodorous butt. Guy like that, you’d think he could manage better than I-know-you-are-but-what-am-I, but “You reeker!” was all he could come up with.