Katie Nameless

I'll be grabbin' for the ball an' powder afore I go anywhere near the ball an' chain. *orders a drop of paddy* Some people say that I'm a tad erm, bitter. I'm onto love. And all it's dirty little tricks. I 'ave meself a theory love's really a mental disorder. Stay with me. When yer first in love, yer all floaty feelin' right? Nothin' can bring ye down. Ye can't think about nothin' but this fella/lassie. Over time ye get to love the person so much, ye'd do anythin' for 'em. Die for 'em. Risk the world for 'em. Be bitten by the fleas of a thousand dogs for 'em. For someone who you have no bond with. Humans're pack animals and naturally have a bond with the clan. As fer animals an' courtship an' matin' fer life, I dunno. All I can say is the afforementioned feelins are not stasis in the human brain. Love is not efficient and I feel it should therefore be classified as a mental disorder. Heh. I can see it now.... Patient: Doctor! You have to help me! Doctor: Hm? What's the problem? Patient: *panicked face* I think I've got....love! *Doctor and attendant gasp, an intern faints down the hallway*

Oh, gods! Not Meet Me In St. Louis! Now that song'll be stuck in my head all night! I saw The Unsinkable Molly Brown! Heehee. That's one of my favorites. *sings* Belly up! Belly up to the bar boys, let your money be seen. Only drink when it's day or night or somewhere in between! I have to say, though, I'm partial to Michael Crawford. Old enough to be my grandfather or not, he makes 65 look DAMN sexy! :) You know it. You want some.

Ooh, creepy. Good creepy, I mean. I love ghost stories. I've always wondered what having a ghost experience would be like. I live in a really old town, but no tragic past or anything (dammit.), so it's hard to find ghostly activity. I do have some alleged ghost photographs (black and white film is the key, ectoplasm shows up better that way) but that's about it. *sigh*

Thanky for the info, Bess! Should tide us all over for a while. I realize what yer riskin', satisfyin' our greedy little fantype mouths. Do what you has to, leak what you can, an' we'll be happy little pirates. Bruckheimer KEPT the ship!? NO FAIR! I played pirate ship EVERY DAY in my back yard when I was a kid and all I had were some stupid cardboard boxes. I demand that he DONATE the Black Pearl to me!

I got most of my TLAP weekend mapped out already! I'm plannin' on a big weekend at me Dagorhir game (we're convertin' our squad o' Barbarians into Pirates, just for the one Saturday :) )Then we'll have raft building/races at Alum creek the next day. Until the rangers tell us to get our weird little arses out of the water cause we're not allowed to do that. Then, o' course, movies, Pirate's Booty, and whatever sort of booze me mates and I can get our dirty little paws on. I'll bring me camera.

*knocks on the door, pokes her head in* I'm not too late, am I? *shifts eyes around, completely doesn't wait for an answer and tosses her bedroll, pillows and Captain Jack Sparrow plushie into the corner of the room* Ello, all! *nests*

I am in love with that pattern. That and a Louis the XIV-esque style coat two sizes too big and I shall be happy as a clam. I am going to need a sewing machine if I'm going to be making breetches. That....don't....fall apart.

Mostly, Capt. Bloodheart, they're goin' after the oil in the ships, they're on a mission te' do in the ship's Captain or they're just pillagin'. I got involved in Greenpeace fer a while. Sometimes considered pyrates, they are. Word of advice-- never do it.

Katie's BACK! *strikes a pose* Sorry for going AWOL on all of ye for a good bit there, but I been sortin' through things out with the family, not teh mention me computer's been crashin' constantly over the course o' the past month and a half. If ye all don' remember me, well, then yer shucks outta luck, cause I ain't been that memorable unless ye count a few threads where I managed a bit o comedy or me ever controversial love triangle thread SOME things never change. Anyway, I be back, for this week anyway, then I be charting off for Pigeon Forge, Tennessee for a vacation for a short week, then I be back for the rest of the summer. :) I gotta say, it's good ter be back.

Tom Waits, are you serious!? I has te go see it now! I was gonna skippit, but yer all sayin' it's so good, an' I trust a pirate's review. :)

Jesus H. Christ on a pogo stick, that is one large keg. I say we take it.

Random Tidbit: There's a town called Waynesville and a town called Harveysburg there. Jus' so happens I know a man called Wayne Harvey....thought I'd share. Ahh, the Renny. Got me first kiss at the Renny. Strapping young lad at the wax flower shop, Kevin was 'is name. If yer lookin' te buy a period sword or pistol, that's the place. They've got tons, but even pirates gotta keep 'em peace-bonded. They've got shows and things to show em off in, too. Like "The Swordsmen", Dirk & Guido- Bold and Stupid Men (and any lady knows tha's jus' how we like 'em!). I can't wait!

I be somethin' of an artist. I jes' don' have a SCANNER. Mos'ly I do photo manipulations now 'cause o' that purpose. I have a DeviantArt account. Nothin's in it currently 'cause I'm lazy an' a little bit stupid. Ye can find me account here. I'm also doing a lot of research on coat-of-arms for different families, particularly Irish ones, an' I'm in the midst of makin' a Pyrate family crest for all ye to share. With credit do yer dear sweet Kate, of course.

Damn double post....

Oh! Pennywhistle is fun and rather easy! Blow softly coverin' all the toneholes fer the lowest sound, then pull up one finger at a time 'til there's no fingers left, then blow a little bit harder, then snap all yer fingers back down. The pitch should jump an octave from yer original note- an' congrats!- ye got yerself a C scale! If ye half-cover the holes, ye can get half tones an varying breath support can bend the pitch, too. Best o' luck if ye so choose ter continue yer pennywhistling ventures. Sjoroveren....that instrument is so neat lookin'. 'Bout how much does one o' them go for?