Ransom

What could be more sublime than a BLT for lunch? Especially when the L and T came from your own garden? Whe have a place here called Hog Wild, that serves great BBQ and pulled pork. Their sample platter is killer!

Google, to Bilge Monkey, to the Pub. Watched ya all for about a month, to gets the lay o the land, saw ya were scallywags to a man/woman, and figured it'd be a safe place to drop anchor. First and only site I've joined.

Well, I saw the movie this weekend, and it was kinda of a yawn. I'm no Tom Hanks fan, and to me he was totally miscast in this part (face of wax), and seemed to be sleepwalking through it. Paul Bettany, whom I do like, played an okay Silas, but where were the red eyes, which Brown made such a point of in the book? Best is show was Ian McKellan. As for the premise that Jesus was married—why not? For an adult Jewish male of the period, it was almost an obligation. He was raised "human" so why not marry? To me it makes more sense than celebacy. Were I to find out that he did mary, it would not "rock my world." I'd probably go "cool," and then wonder who or if there is a decendant. Like it has already been said, Religion isn't usually about faith, so much as power. The Catholic church has been really good at, "If you can't beat 'um, assimilate 'um" (or burn them at the stake). I think it's sad that in all major religions, there are tenets for getting along with your fellow humans, yet so few seem inclined to follow those tenets. The planet is getting more and more crowded. When we're all living nose to nose, maybe we'll finally figure it out. Then again ????

The pub needs a print shop. These are great. I love "Pirates aren't PC." Patrick's "thumb your nose" Jolly Roger is perfect. You print one, I'll be taking an order.

I have read both Da Vinci Code and Angels and Demons—mainly out of curiosity. The books are okay, although the helicopter scene in A&D is rediculous. I also think the books needed a bit more editing, as Mr. Brown has a love affair with the word "now", which I find myself mentally skipping over as I read. I find it funny that books like this, and Harry Potter, can get so many people's undies in a pucker. Where I live, there are people picketing the theater, demanding that Da Vinci Code not be played. I do belive that it is a little (well, okay, a lot) arrogant to think that we on earth are the only intelligent lifeform in the universe. Sometimes I think intellegent, and life on earth, is an oxymoron. It's the same kind of arrogance that makes some people think we are more "alive" than animals, birds, trees, etc. Anyone who has owned animals knows they have emotions, moods, and feel pain just as we do. Is a giant redwood, on earth for a thousand years, a lesser "being" just because it can't talk? Bottom line, eventually we all end up as compost. It sounds sort of doom and gloom, but I figure before the next hundred years are up, this planet will be a burnt-out cinder with a nuke cloud hovering over it—destroyed by religious fanatics. Isn't it odd that only mankind desperatly needs to know "Why am I here? Where did I come from?" so invented religion as an attempt to answer those questions. Instead of bombarding a supreme being with our petty problems (if there is one, he/she probably wears cosmic earplugs to drown out the noise), why not just enjoy the ride? Watch the movie Eric the Viking, who gets to Valhalla and discovers the Gods are a group of squabbling children playing games.

Been a long time since I cruised this thread. Just spent a good hour checking everyone out. All I can say is, WOW. What an inspiration to those of us still putting our gear together. As for Cascabel and Patrick Hand — OMG. Awesome!

When I got bombarded by e-mails from the pub, I was automatically suspicious. Pyrates don't do spam—unless the voyage is a really long one. I deleted them right away. But, I also have a Mac, and use Safari to access the pub, so haven't had any problems so far. Keelhauling sounds to good for 'um. Tar and hang 'um in irons.

By the fish's expression—or lack there of—tis either dead or dead drunk. But I still don't ken the meaning.

My two roosters hurling insults at each other. Large Black Barred white, "Ahhh, yer mother was a parakeet!" Small Bantam puffs out chest, "If there weren't a fence between us, I take that waddle of yours and strangle ya with it!" Roosters!

"These are my summer diamonds. Some are real, some are not." From one of the McNally books by Lawrence Sanders. "You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth. I was born to take it out and hock it." From Hot Ice by Nora Roberts

Arggghhhhhh!!!!! ***runs through the house with hands over ears***

I think this site is a little short on imagination—it's already repeating itself! For my pirate name I got Sugar Buns. (Sounds familier) For me real name (not telling) I got Lush Slip! Yikes!!! I think I need one of those rum martinis.

As a fan of the gin martini (with dbl olives, please) I can't wait to try this.

Very interesting topic. One that I had just had a conversation with a friend about not long ago. Being female and straight, I am still not of the opinion that all men are ravenous for sex 24/7. (Although some might want you to think so! **LOL**) I agree that buggery was probably no more prevalent on board ship than on land. I agree with the quote above—most pirates, if propositioned by a ship mate—could make it very plain the attention wasn't wanted. If it was, then I suspect secrecy would be the order of the day (night). They were a close, violent society prone to drunkeness. The wrong proposition to the wrong man might find some poor devil stabbed and tossed overboard for his mistake. Thanks to the other mates on this thread for the book list. I'm sure they all make for an interesting read on an interesting subject.

The wench saw him hiding behind the curtain and, leaavin' the pirate, thought she'd take a peek.

Sorry, I'm not an old grunt! So, I don't get it. As for me, DSL. I just switched from *&^#$@ dial-up, and I'd never go back!

Excommunication can only be a problem if you're a true believer.

Peppermint Patty

Ah, tis good to be back at the pub. I been so long a time away, there's many a new face. Mr. Kent, Firebird, and Cyneful, pleasure to meets yas all. And, um, Mr. Kent, I be a lassie, nay a gent. It be my name as causes many a confusion. Rummy, dear, I'd buy ya a drink anytime ya like. So glad ta hear ya be happy and in love. Ya deserve both in plenty.

Due to the frustratin', agrivatin', *&^%@# problems with me dial up modem, I had to head out ta sea for a few months to keep me sanity. Fortunatly, it were a profitable voyage, and I came back with enough swag to get DSL. Now I be flying — wind in me hair, cheeks a flappin, eyes tearin' and hangin' on to me keyboard fer dear life. Eeeehaaaa. So, I've dropped anchor and reefed sails on the Rakehell, and am buyin' all here a round, ta celebrate me homecomin'. Cheers.

I dream all the time, in glorious technocolor. Most are fun, or weird, but not scary. When I was young, for years I dreamed a truely frightening dream of running through an abandoned neighborhood, trying to avoid a Godzilla-like creature. I'd be slinking between houses, see the creature far on the horizon, then turn a corner and it would be in my face. More frightening than the creature was the "booming" sound it made when it walked. Years later, when I was in colledge, me and a few friends were standing out in my front yard, and somewhere far off came this booming sound, and my heart started racing and it gave me gooseflesh. So, apparently the dream's aftershocks stayed with me for a long time. I also had flying dreams, but I wasn't flying, I was riding a winged horse. I had four of them, each a different color, that I could call from the air whenever I wanted. My favorite one was coal black. Which might explain why I alway ride the black horses on carousels.

Hugs back attcha!! > ;=} < Blimey, ya all makes a girl feel welcome, even before the event has started. I truely hope to be there, and I be plannin' for it. But a lot can happen in nine months (NOT that sort o "nine months" though), so I be crossin' me fingers and toes and hopin' everythin' works out. It would surely be a thrill ta take the tour with such awesome pirate wenches! I used to do SCA stuff a lot, so I kinda know the scenerio, Ren Fair wise. But piratin' be new. And, yes Diego, it has been a long time. And that Vegas trip was a sort of Kamakazi—jet in, jet out deal, as me husband was returning a Pepsi trailer to the plant there. We left Riverside at 1:30, got to Vegas at 5:30, watched the volcano erupt, saw the white tigers, ate at Excaliber, and took off. Got home at 3:30 in the morning. This was the day before we moved to Oregon, which was another 14 hr drive in a giant U-haul.

Well, the barley soup looks fine, but I'll pass on the coffee. I never touch the stuff meself. Tea be my non-alcoholic drink of choice. As for the Fogcutter, here be the recipe to add to yer menu—taken from me favorite source book "Trader Vic's Book of Food & Drink (Mainly drink, mainly rum drink), printed in 1946, before politcal correctness. It even has the complete poem "The Derelict" in its opening pages. Fogcutter = 2 oz Puerto Rican rum (Ron Merito,Boca Chica, Brugal) 1 oz Brandy 1/2 oz Gin 1 oz Orange Juice 2 oz Lemon Juice 1/2 oz Orgeate (almond) Sherry to float on top Build in a 14 oz glass, shake with cracked ice, pour into a tall glass with ice. Trader Vic's comment: You can get pretty stinking on these. No foolin'. BTW, you know what they say about Manuel—he's from Barcelona!

Ah, Bunny me dear, I be plannin' to be there, with me husband, ifn we can save enough plunder between now and then ta pay fer the trip. Twould be grand ta meet all me Pub mates in person. And, I gotta tell ya, right now, doin' anythin' in the sun sounds good ta me, as the Northwest hasna seen ol Sol in weeks/months! I havna been ta Vegas since 1990, sos I'll be like a stranger in a strange land. And I've been to no pirate raids at all, so I'm likely ta be overwhelmed by the spectacle of it all.

I don't mean ta interupt yer breakfast, but I'm in dire need of a fogcutter and maybe a bowl of somthin' hot—but not that chili, it looked a bit past its prime. The weather here in the northwest be bleak, very bleak. Fog, rain, fog, rain, fog, rain—well, you get the idea. I'm thinkin' a fogcutter might clear me brain, before I go headbangin', bug-eyed crazy with cabin fever.