That time in September, when Sea-dogs remember that grown-ups still know how to play

It be "Talk like a Pirate Day," me buckos. So here be your morning announcements:

Wife-Swap be running a piratey episode tonight. We'll not be wantin' to miss that. Arrr, twere LAST night!

The De'il himself be on the "Law and Order: Criminal Intent" season opener. Step sharp, lads, or he'll be callin' the tune and you'll be dancing his hornpipe instead o' your own.

Your captain, Bloody Marie, she be going for physicking on the Forenoon watch, at two bells. I just be hopin' all me blood be stayin' in me body. Worse'n leeches, these surgeons.

For your readin' pleasure, what of ye that can be reading, here there be pirates. They be gay, but there be no bouncin' o the bunk in this works-safe snippet. (bunk-bouncin requests be fine, and met later) But avast, were ye readin pirate porn on my watch, ye'd need be worryin' about the cat!

( Adlai and Nathaniel among the boucaniers, From _Kestrel on the Horizon_, a Julnawrimo novel )

Also, the scurvy dog filkertom be having his chanty "Talk like a Pirate Day" out for the plunderin'.

I be askin', then I be takin'

Me store o' Sea Chanties be lookin' a bit thin.

Any o' me mates be havin' "Pirate Jenny" they'd be willin' to share?

In return, I be offerin out Barrett's Privateers

And some hearty sea-faring slumgullion

More singin' later, after the physickin' be done.

More mostly-work-safe pirates

There be no bouncing bunks here, neither, just much sharp wit.


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And now a word from the ship's surgeon

Pirate foolishness after dinner.

I went in to the dr. today for my back. I have muscle relaxants, pain meds, a diuretic and fungal cream for my feet.

The diuretic is because I have gained 12 pounds in a week from water retention. Once we get the water off, we're looking at some serious dieting. I refuse to be 300 lbs. And my cholesterol has been a bit high for 2 years.

I go back in October for my annual, and Mudd goes with me for his own. He's 40, so it's "bend over and say ahhhhh" time. Dr. Thomas is a gentle lady. He'll be fine.

In other news:
Mom is having tough times: she's lost her job (written up by her boss to cover her boss's mistakes), lost her car (starter is out) and is losing her husband to prostate cancer. Hence me being pushy with Mudd. Because cancer does run in his family.

Bun is catching up with school. She's joined FBLA. She's also reading Nocturne and loving it. She's on a big vampire kick lately: Anne Rice, et al. She likes the DDR we got.

Obi is enjoying his Talk like a Pirate Day.

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I said, we'll all sing and dance! Or you'll walk the plank.

I be havin' a whole bell's worth of pirate tunes and sea-farin' songs.

Haul away Joe by Maid in the Myddle

MacDonald's Raiders by the Irish Rovers

The Queen Anne's Revenge by Flogging Molly. Aye, that be Teach's ship.

New Sins for Old by Leslie Fish. Space pirates don't say arrr!

The Pirate Song by Ray Stevens

The Mermaid by Maid in the Myddle

Henry Martin Would I had Mudd singing this for you.


A lucky seven songs for ye.

Arr, here be the bouncing bunk!

( sexy pirates, not work safe! )

Watch Val confuse the het-boys!

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I'm still giggling at poor old C1, falling for Bagoas...
Can you blame him?