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Ye'll walk the plank, ye scurvy dogs!
To celebrate Becky's birthday, we went to see Pirates of the Caribbean again. Watching all of the credits like a true member of my family, I found my calling: pirate dialect coach. Not a dialect coach for pirates in movies, of course, nor dialect coach for the Pittsburgh Pirates. I'll sail the seven seas, teaching novice pirates to sound more authentic.
In other news, I decided I was tired because I was dehydrated, so I've been drinking vast (avast!) amounts of water today. It hasn't helped so far, so I've decided that since I can't remember the last time I had anything citrus-related, I have scurvy instead. Much more pirate-appropriate, anyway.
srah - Tuesday, 29 July 2003 - 12:07 PM
Tags: health, job search, movies, pirates of the caribbean, pirates of the caribbean: the curse of the black pearl
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Comments (10)
katie - July 29, 2003 - 2:10 PM - ℓ
You REALLY need to play the Monkey Island computer games. Seriously. REALLY seriously. Even the first ones, though the graphics look ancient now. Plaaaay them. Plaaaay them.
For some odd reason I've taken to calling my can 'me hearty' lately. She looks at me like I need to get a life. I think I'll sew her a little eyepatch...
richard - July 29, 2003 - 3:33 PM - ℓ
I'm really good at Donkey Kong N64, but I don't really play any other monkey games.
richard - July 30, 2003 - 7:38 AM - ℓ
WAIT a minute!!
your can????
I can only hope you meant to say, "my cat"
mental image is just Wa-a-a-a-ay too scary
haiku richard - July 30, 2003 - 2:21 PM - ℓ
I speak to my can
With single eye, she stares back
I do need a life
avast, ye scurvy knave