the front door bend my ear that was Zen this is Dao

Jour du Travail (Sept. 19, 2003) - 4:15 p.m.

In which our plucky young zero says "Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of butterbeer!"

Well, I was meanin' to spare ye the festivities. Even seein' what those saucy wenches Audrey Bonney and PeeJee Read did to young Davan wasn't enough to make me change me mind. Then I saw that the Captain of the Cauldron was celebratin' the day ('tis an important date to her and hers as well), and that was all she wrote. (And now I sees that Captain Blood and Guts is joinin' the fight, takin' piracy back from the right.)

I wouldn't be sailin' over to the Talk Like a Pirate home port today, mind you — it took me longer than I'd hoped to get docked. I'm thinkin' too many swabbies tried to board the page and ended up scuttlin' it.

Oh, and Tom is celebratin' his first blogday, and takin' stock o' what's happened since he first set sail. Mayhaps I'll do likewise, when I round the horn to three years on from me own launch.

You are a Pirate Second Class



Do you remember the last time you took
a chance? I do. It was when you decided
to leave the security of your mother's womb
and headed for the bright light. It's time
to head for the next bright light, my friend.
Creativity is not your strong suit. You
are good at doing what you are told to do
and that, in itself, is a gift. It's not a
gift to you, mind you, but rather a gift to
those who will be there to tell you what
to do. You like long walks on the beach and
cuddling, but would never admit that to your
Guy friends who think you are okay but can't
always remember your name. Tapioca pudding
seems a bit extreme for a fellow such as
yerself, what with all the bumps and stuff.
It's a good thing ye be on a pirate ship,
otherwise, ye'd would be walkin' because ye be
positively pedestrian. Have a nice day.



What's Yer Inner Pirate?
brought to you by The Official Talk Like A Pirate Web Site. Arrrrr!

And on that note of takin' the piss out've meself, this be Jagged Johnson, alias Mad John Rackham, shovin' off. Weigh anchor!

last time, on The Slack Shack - our next inciting exstallment

that ye may know me who am us, anyway? tell your friends the front door