Aedon

Where I come from, this is the part where we all chant "Ohhhhhhhhhhh."

Here's to down home, the Old North State.

Tacking a question on to the OP's- What about water-borne theft in the coastal rivers and sounds of North Carolina? I know it was common enough after our period, but What about during the GAoP? I ask because I am trying to base my persona on family legend. My ancestors came to this area in 1704, and we still haven't left. It is accepted as fact among locals that the economy here at that time consisted of opportunistic theft supplemented with sustenance fishing and gathering, but the specifics are hidden or forgotten.

Speaking of Wikipedia, were you aware that Sir Walter Raleigh was raised by a herd of cows? It's quite remarkable that a calf would grow up to one day be knighted, and have a colony's capital named after it. I suppose that is something we can all aspire to. On a more sincere note, can someone please explain to me the types of vessels we are discussing? I have an "English Pewter" tankard with a glass bottom in my possession. It is my understanding that that is not period correct. When does it come from, and why is it glass bottomed? I also have (an obviously modern- large seam on the sides) tankard in the same shape and pattern, but made entirely of glass. What is that even supposed to be? If this is not forum correct, please tell me. I didn't think it was a big enough question for Twill.

Every time I think I can innocently read a topic without the sudden, overwhelming need to go out and build something... one of you scalawags posts pictures like that. Tell me, MacNamara, exactly how I'm supposed to resist trying my hand at building a sea chest after looking at your handiwork. You need a disclaimer.

I think I'm going to throw my Millennium Edition PC off of my school's roof.

A friend just "donated" a crate of fresh strawberries. I'm fairly certain they'll be long gone by the time he comes looking for them.

Falling-apart Chuck Taylors. I just cannibalized a pair that had literally come apart at every possible point. The back rubber tabs now reside on me keychain. In the mean time, I think I'll use the ankle patches for hat badge thingies.

My fiddling has really died out. It's a shame, really. I used to enjoy it, but after a small incident with an irate fellow with a knife, my left index is too funky to play well. The scar is all over the tip and side, and the nerves are slightly screwy now and tender or numb, depending on which side of the scar it is. The vibration of a string just gives me fits.

Mole [the Mexican food, not the thing on your face. Moe-lay. Say it with me, Moe-lay.] The glory of the Coming of the Lord, his truth is marching on? Cans of spraypaint, I guess. My boss... The village drunkard. Addendum -- one thing I DID today: Finished a beast of a canvas. Wrestling with it was enough, let alone painting it. I cheeeted. Spraypaint and stencils are my bestest friends. They never said I couldn't use them... (Hold up, wait a minute. St. George has a day? I thought it was just Patrick. Heh, heh... Whoops.)

Indeed. The dude influences large portions of my daily life.

"What do you do for recreation?" "Oh, the usual. I bowl. Drive around. The occasional acid flashback."

About a Boy! I just realized I'm a Hugh Grant fanboy. That's a painful realization.

I've got it- A big flotilla off of the coast, a mile of so is enough. Two or three sloops, nothing massive. Tethered together and anchored, acoustic music and forty of my closest mates. Lots of Nelson's blood and uisce beatha. I suppose a stowed armament policy would be in order, as well. And big hats for all.

Err, oh... listening to D'yer Mak'er by Led Zepplin.

Coffee beans... heh, heh... Saw the bottom fall out of the sky today. Got locked outside in a lightning storm while painting, and Calypso knocked the paint all over me. My slightly deranged ex., who hates pirates, smoking, and fun. Anyone worthwhile, at least face to face.

Jenny, you are now my hero-ess.* Pirate + ska = love. *Heroine sounds too much like heroin, and nobody replaces that.** **Just a joke. No extraneous needles here.

[Free] dregs of coffee and leftover Irish cream. Is that a perk, or punishment?

I have a list of quotes I love. I'll just dump them here for lack of a better activity. "Flip it over and nail it." - [My Sci teacher, about a test he passed out upside down. He still doesn't know why I couldn't stop laughing for hours.] "Aye lord, he wore his beaver up." - Shakespeare's Hamlet (Horatio) [Hooray, outdated English. That is, a beaver is the visor of a helmet.] "Us Yellowbeards are never more dangerous than when we're dead." - Yellowbeard (Yellowbeard) [i mean, come on. Maybe I was out of it when I saw the movie, but that is soooo deep. Metaphysical and stuff. Well, it made perfect sense at the time. "He was born with a gift of laughter and a sense that the world was mad." – (Scaramouce) Raphael Sabatini

Ehh, at this point, my boss is driving me nuts. Won't tell me what he wants, but won't accept anything I've done. I think I'm going to Somalia with some Kalashnikovs and a fast boat. Simpler way to make a living.

Stargate series all over again. I just finished burning my copy of "The Bluest Eye" by Toni Morrison. AP or not, those discussions will haunt me to my bitter end.

Blasting "Magic Carpet Ride" by Steppenwolf, surfing the net, and halfheartedly working on a bigarse painting for work. I see this going on until eightish tomorrow.

Oh, be proud. What good is it being a pirate if ye canna revel in your debauchery?

Well, I can play a violin if the situation demands it, but mostly I caterwaul with my own God given pipes.

I am reading the ABoK. Not just picking up knots and such as need as in the past, I am forcing myself to go page by page and READ. That's an undertaking, and I fully expect my head to explode at some point in the near future due it it's magnitude. The undertaking, that is, not my head's magnitude.