The Doctor

And we love you too, Rumba! Did you have a good vacation?

Found it, liked it, grabbed it.

One stone gone, one to go.

To alleviate your confusion... <shameless plug> Here's a nice long read for you, and it's getting better as we go. The Bilge Pump Pub </shameless plug>

The story I'm current writing with the amazing Honour Bright.

Hah!! NAILED it! A new character roars to life!

Girl's Night Out The other night, a woman was invited out for a night with "the girls." She told her husband that she would be home by midnight. "I promise," were her last words. The hours passed and the margaritas went down way too easily. At around 3 a.m. they piled into a cab and headed to their respective homes, quite inebriated. Just as she walked through the door, the cuckoo clock in the hall started up and cuckooed 3 times! Realizing that her husband would probably wake up to this, she quickly cuckooed another 9 times. She was quite pleased with herself for coming up with such a quick witted solution to cover up her tardiness. Even with her impaired judgment, she could count 3 cuckoos plus 9 cuckoos equaled 12 cuckoos! The next morning, her husband asked what time she got in, and confidently, she replied, "Midnight...like I promised." He didn't even raise and eyebrow and went on reading the morning paper. Phew! Got away with that one, she thought! After a moment, he replied, "I think we might need a new cuckoo clock." A bit nervously, she asked him why, to which he responded: "Well, last night our clock cuckooed 3 times, then said, 'Oh, crap,' cuckooed 4 more times, cleared it's throat, cuckooed another 3 times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, then tripped over the coffee table and farted."

I was Googling "Catmobile", and guess who turned up? Our own Christine!

Close, mate. Why I even bothered, I don't know.

No. darlin' Jenny. Jack's really, really angry. Let down, and incredibly pissed off. I feel... cold.

Don't ask.

Welcome aboard, lass! You've picked a fine lot to learn from. And I'd be much obliged for a bit of Irish whiskey.

Anxious...

I think we just wrote "Epic Movie II".

How about leveraging the Disney-MGM aspect? Jack, in his quest for the Fountain of Youth, stumbles across a StarGate. While pondering this incredible find, he accidentally spills rum on the Dial-Home Device, inadvertently dialing a valid gate address while trying to mop up said rum. A contingent of seahorse-headed Jaffa step though, followed by Poseidon, who is in fact a Goa'uld system lord. Mayhem ensues.

I posted the lyrics some time ago as performed by "My Lady's Cutlass". Run a search on this subforum, and you'll find it.

Join the ranks of the addicted, mate. Buy the game.

No good... That much rum, and my shoulder still hurts!

Ouch, Rumba! I think that's a pun-ishable offense!

As much as I try to stay away from Wikipedia, they have a pretty good write up on the subject of the Flying Dutchman - Linky Personally, I've referred to Will Turner as the Dread Pirate Skippy for a couple years now...

Nope, not mine. I got the picture from "I Can Has Cheezburger". :angry: And that kitty can (and apparently does) nibble on anything it wants to.

I have to agree that while "Empire" was a fun summer read, the Peter Earle book is proving to be a much better work over all.

It would make sense that Will pick up the mantle of Davy Jones. Less paperwork and no PR campaigns. Figures that Turner would get his heart cut out in order to get a charisma transplant.

Here's an idea that combines a comic remake of a film noire classic with a "re-imagineered" ride - Walt Disney's "Throw Mamma from the Monorail." Or how about a Hitchcock-esque treatment of "The Enchanted Tiki Birds"?