Archive for September 19th, 2005


I’d fergotten that today be Talk Like a Pirate Day. I first heard tell of these goings-on Saturday night, when me mates and I were having a bloody good time (what with the grog and all). We gathered round belowdecks and every man jack of us (including the wenches) got pirate names. I can’t be telling you what they are, mind, because they’re too filthy for the likes of you.

This past Sunday was a day for looting and pillaging the local crafty store, where me First Mate and me found some precious booty (paints for him, yarn for me ScarfMe pal’s scarf). I don’t have none of yer fancy pho-to-graphs of the yarrrrn, because I’ve been a lazy bastard. I may deserve to be sent to Davy Jones’ locker for it, but I’ll fight everyone o’ ye who tries to send me there, ye scurvy dogs!


My pirate name is:

Bloody Charity Rackham
Every pirate lives for something different. For some, it’s the open sea. For others (the masochists), it’s the food. For you, it’s definitely the fighting. You have the good fortune of having a good name, since Rackham (pronounced RACKem, not rack-ham) is one of the coolest sounding surnames for a pirate. Arr!

Get your own pirate name from fidius.org.

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Melty Brain

I’m at work and starting to process a DVD (meaning “put stickers all over and make it look like the Library owns the darn thing”) called Musa: The Warrior. It’s Korean, or possibly Chinese and I have to type up a label that says “Foreign Language Film” and my brain just cannot handle the word “foreign” this morning.

I just kept staring at it and the word kept looking weirder and weirder to me. In fact, the word “weirder” is looking very odd right now.

I should have stayed in bed this morning.

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