The Doctor

I'll take that as an "I give"... "Storm" by Blackmore's Night. (Ritchie Blackmore was a founding member of Deep Purple. Candice Night is a former model, and still incredibly hot, both physically and vocally) Diego, I've not a clue. I typically walk away from women that act like a walking freezer unit.

I'm sure I've got an old turtle shell around the garage somewhere...

Play, Minstril, Play - Blackmore's Night (with Ian Anderson)

bi-labial frickative (the fart noise you can make with your lips)

Part of my family history, really. That is, if the tales hold up. Story is, part of my kin, Clan Burns (Burrnes), sought employment with a lady named Gráinne Nimhaille. And they found quite a bit of profit in the relationship. When I was a wee lad, a favorite aunt in Florida (my dear departed Aunt Lyndal) told me the family tales, bought me treasure maps, and took me to museums that held the salvage from ancient Spanish wrecks. Silver. Gold. Jewels. I was just a kid, but I wanted it. All of it I saw, and more if it could be had. I guess I got the pyrate gene, if there is such a thing. Every time my parents took me to Walt Disney World, I'd drive them nuts wanting to ride "Pirates of the Caribbean" over and over again. My attention drifted to other things as I got older, but things got jarred back to life, thanks to Jerry Bruckheimer and his little film, "Pirates of the Caribbean". And I have no intention of looking back.

Petee, ye nailed it perfectly. I grew up in a Navy family (4 generations United States Navy, 6 generations Royal Navy, and a few un-numbered generations in the service of Gráinne Nimhaille if the family history holds any water). I served for two years on assignment to the United States Air Force, and gave another four to the United States Space Program (NASA) for DoD mission support. (Not discussable, at least until I'm dead. Even then's a toss-up.) But you're spot on, mate. You miss the feel of your weapon, your only real friend when your ass is on the line. :) And ye do get a bit numb to it all, especially if it goes down when your face to face. That'll numb you faster than anything.

R-O-L-A-I-D-S

My flagship is named the Flattery, because it gets me nowhere.

Needin' a hint? Deep Purple

... or "Diego Tonto Santana de la Vega y Tortellini"?

Young Americans - David Bowie. Here's a nice little obscure one for you all... She seems to come from everywhere; Welcome to the Dragon's Lair. Fingers running through your hair, She asks you out to play…

PLease know that my prayers are with you and yours. May your troubles soon be a pale memory. :)

It depends upon the booze, really. Tequila - Extroverted, comical, adventurous Rum - Out of control party animal Wine - Mouthy, mildly extroverted, easily confused Beer - Mischievious, loud Vodka - Not a nice person at all, which is why I never touch it anymore Whiskey - Sick Moonshine - I can't remember, nor can anyone else...

The last few from the playlist... Be Mine Tonight - Blackmore's Night Wiccan Dance - Loreena McKennitt We Be Pirates - My Lady's Cutlass Scarborough Faire - Ian McFarlane

Groggy, and not in the good way. Trying to get used to the anti-vertigo meds they've got me on now. And worst of all... no drinking. Somebody shoot me.

Fires At Midnight - Blackmore's Night

I can't believe that in my earlier post I neglected to mention that I've played saxophone (alto, tenor, and soprano) for some 25 years now... :)

So many lovely women here to bewitch and beguile us, and ye expect us to choose?! Ye must be daft!!

Spirit of the Sea - Blackmore's Night

I keep a neatly trimmed beard, because without it, no one believes I'm over the age of 20!

Jack completed his daily inventory of the Armoury, meticulously accounting for every last shot and flint. His neck was still stiff from the clout he'd taken while searching the hold days before, and while the laudanum the doctor had prescribed allowed him to rest despite the pain, he was less than pleased with how overlong it made his slumber. As he entered the companionway, he heard the caterwalling the ship's latest "guest." He chuckled at her extensive vocabulary of epithets, and was hardly surprised to hear them abruptly stop at the lest than gentle behest of Miss Smith. He locked the door and headed topside to learn the news of the day.

Frantically trying to keep up with a ridiculous workload.

Laying in supplies for the first winter storm of the season.

Jack. I know, you're all shocked.

Thank goodness, the (abnormal) dizziness is gone!