Maggie Pricklebottom

I have road runner, it played fine for me. I wonder if it was a project for some college kids film class? It may have been cheesy, but as far as amature film, it was creative and well done. I especially liked the "brig."

The new book "The Gospel of the Flying Spaghetti Monster" by Bobby Henderson was released today (3/28). At it's core it is about intelligent design, however, he uses lots of pirates in his own creation theory about FSM. For instance, the reason pirates are not as numerous...global warming. The book offers explanations on why men have nipples (why, pirates used them as portable weather stations). This is a silly read on a serious debate. Mags

Well Mimi, ye be welcome. I still be surprised to be seein' Cap'n Sparrow there with the Frosted Flakes and the Rice Krispies! AND, games on the box too! Almost worth gettin' up in the morning to play games and eat little piratical themed marshmallows! BTW...got them at Wegmans if anyone has one near them. Mags

Mags, struggling to get get up from the floor, snidely remarks, "I thought I smelled fish Foxmorton..."

"Well, well..., " Mags muses, "...since Bismuth has gone, returned, and gone again...STILL without his peg leg and hooks, are we legally bound to share the proceeds with him when we sell them on eigh-bay?" Mags leans back on her chair, just like the teachers be tellin' you not to, and smiles a sly, knowling little smile. She knows she is a peg leg and two hooks closer to the coveted prize for her treasure trove....the COMMEDIA SHOES. Then she wonders, just what does a large stone coin, perfect for usin' as an end table, fetch on eigh-bay??????

Mags, seeing Bismuth leave, wanders over and picks up the coins that had been tossed at him, ceptin' for that giant Indonesian stone, which she rolls over to the corner for later use as a table. She will miss the salty little man....he DID sing a good rendition of Mr. Bojangles. She then walks over and sits at a table next to Mimi...who proudly proclaims to the room, ..."Let's see how far that pirate gets without THESE!" as she pulls a pegleg and two hooks from underneath the folds of her skirts.

Ah yes, Uncle Topaz....and one fabulous, flamboyant pirate he would be. Are there enough plumes for Topaz?

Mags hears Black Dog/Willie the Rumrunner, and wistfully looks out the window, into the distance, over the vast sea.... ...the year, 1746, the spring, a particularly cold and chilly time 'o the year, as Ostara's promise, winter was yielding to spring. The sound of dozens of clan pipers from all oer the Highlands, piping for the loss of their own. The hope of Scotland, the brave, dashed with their mournful tones, and the realization that a new era twas upon them. Yes, I was there, in the aftermath. Twas none too pretty a sight to be beholdin'...proud plaids here and there, never to display their fierce pride, determination and loyalty in the same way ere again. But off, at the edge of that bloody field, I found a sign, a wee bit of hope that all was not lost, that it was not truly over...the symbol of me Scotland, a thistle, tall and proud. And then somthing moved, a flash of ancient MacFarlane hunting ...twas a man, a fine man at that, and he be alive still, though just barely... With this Mags recalls where she is and snaps to. A bit flustered and embarrassed to be caught in such day dreamin', she hollars over to Ray to pass another round to the room, as she knows the patrons, grateful to be having their tankards topped, will forget about her and move on. Once this comes to pass, and quickly mind ye, she smiles, knowingly, just how that story doth end, and saves that story for another day.

Mags, staying quietly in the corner, ofn' sleeping with her eyes open, waiting, amused, to see how the stranger with the hooks will be a placing scrabble tiles down, and wonderin' if it be a magikal type trick learned in some far off land.....AND wonderin' ifin he be the mythical scrabble shark from which legends be born and tales told o'er the seven seas, many rivers, a few lakes and a pond full o guppies, tended to by two island guys named Pronto and Gronto?.

I be excusin' meself....the horns came afore the vikings. But I would garner at some point some drunk viking wore horns around the house, and since he was drunk, maybe little else. I a seen people narry so drunk wearin' horns around the house, and that was just last midsummer. Sorry to be a rufflin' your feathers, maychance I need a double now. Who be hidin' the Stoli? Mags

Welcome lad. Since you be a yungun', I'll be drinking a root beer. I don't like to be encouragin' the bad behaviors, men learn enuf 'o them from just bein in proximity of each other. And Mad Jack...there is nothing like a good Monty Python bit...I be off to the magial, mystical Spamalot meself in just a few cycles of the moon. Slainte one and all, Mags

"Downing 'er grog in a fast, steady gulp...... she belches loudly......." Mimi, this not be a Murkland pub is it? Ifin' t'is, I need to be running with scissors and pokin' me eye out. 2 turns 'o the clock is more enuf of Murk bairns. Twas always me belief that vikings be pirates afore pirates even be pirates. And they be wearin' helmets with horns too! Wagner liked 'em too. Mags

Welcome aboard. Might nice of ye to buy the first round. Me mum and da both be hailing from the great white north, so I've a fondness for notherners. Slainte. Mags

I definitely be lookin' for the elusive kilted pirates...might even be inclined to show one me pricklebottom bloomers. We mighten make due haste to steer the Bloomer towards the highlands....might be kilted pirates lurking in the hills. Where is Saltina that navigator of ours....she can't ne'r git us where we want to be goin'.

Mimi....if ye and yer scurvy dog kin be so inclined...i be needin' a double, the natives be actin' like natives and drivin' me crazy. I hae bin a researching new garb for me next actin' job, can't let me fans down ye kin? Me wonder's what this group be thinkin' if they seen our ship's flag? Tis a wonderous site, seein' our own flying in the four winds! Mags

Welcome, and make mine a rootbeer float as well...don't need ta be encouragin' bad habits at a young age...you will learn enough o'them just pirating on it's own. Mags

Welcome aboard Capn...you don't be having a terrier do ye? harharhar I still be quite new here myself, but am finding the crew to be a right friendly group. Mags

Tis truly wonderous to be welcomed so warmly by so many...even if some do equate "Pricklebottom" with cactus...me thinks those priates somehow got lost in a desert, I be hopin' they not be navigatin' my ship any time soon. Me bloomers' secret tis known by only a few...how'ere...ye stand a better chance with a good strong Irish brogue or an understandable Scots burr. I need to figure out what to be feedin' Mimi Foxmorton when we be viewing "Blackbeard" weekend next...drinks are obvious, but me supply of hardtack is getting low. Barkeep, order up another round all around! Huzzah!

Cactus??? They be for landlubbers. Pricklebottom has to do with me bloomers. And not being a blatherskyte I won't be discussing me bloomers just yet.....

I just be checking in...I be new here. Tis my understandin' that be needing to buy drinks for the entire ship, so help ensure my safe passage. No girlie drinks mind ye...none with umbrellas or pink or cutsie names. Where is Foxmorton? I be owing her a double.