Aedon

When I look at the NASA Cool Robot of the Week image, the number forty two keeps coming to mind. Odd, but I guess that's mostly harmless.

On the other hand, Boilerplate is the coolest robot in my life, the Universe, and pretty much everything.

So long, and thanks for all the fish.

Pardon my ignorance but... zzZZzzz... Egh, oh, yes. Where was I? Oh, aye. English Country Dancing?

Like, Trace Atkins in a leisure suit dancing on top of a red phone booth?

Aye, it's always something ye feel like ye should have seen coming that blindsides ye isn't it, Ransom? I had a spaniel who lived about ten years, who died of some gut malfunction that's rather common in her breed. I never knew a thing about it until it happened, but hey, that's how life is. Chin up and face the day, I suppose. It gets better with time.

Warren, a Gaelic word meaning guard, guardian, shield, tower, fortress, etc.

Take your bloody pick. I've no clue as to how it applies to me personally, other than I'm paranoid and physical-defense minded.

Lucky is my middle name, and oddly enough my nickname.

I usually end up slipping through unharmed, or dumb luck putting me in a good spot, or serendipity sticking me in a rather sticky wicket only to fish me from the gaping maw of oblivion.

^ Jill Ross, bodhran player, occasional ukelele

player and very occasional backup vocal, has

been a percussionist for over twenty years.

To be honest, I really don't remember NOT being a pirate. My family has been on the Carolinas' coastline for well past three centuries, and not all of them were shipwrights and blacksmiths.

Aside from a supposed blood pull towards rum running, sailing, death and intrigue on the high seas, and good old fashioned sustenance pillaging; I would guess that the first time I really considered being a pirate as a choice rather than a birthright would be in third grade when I discovered Treasure Island. Barbecue, the man with one leg, and a thousand started pirate careers.

Edit: Ooh, dear God, I love that term. Sustenance pillaging. It just sprouted from my head, Athena-esque. 'Tis a beautiful thing, aye?

..."I want to sing and dance, I want to sing and dance, I want to be a pirate from the pirates of Penzance"...

^ Large, grand type schemes, but not plans. Overarching egomanical goals, possibly.

< Hehe, rocking the boots at 5am.

v Forward X2

^Like a drowning man needs a life preserver.

<I need to haul my arse of the computer and get on the road.

V Kermit- sexy yes?

So, apparently, my favorite group of late isn't well known.

Have you heard of Gym Class Heroes? I know I'm younger than the average pub member, but music is universal.

If you haven't, I recommend looking them up on Youtube and watching a couple videos. My personal favorites are "The Queen and I" and "New Friend Request."

Happy. Rather happy.

I just bought a new hat, it always cheers me up.

Hooray, hat. Hat hat hat.

That's Bath North Carolina, mate. On the Pamlico River; a lovely town if I say so meself.

Bath, South Carolina is in Aiken County, Northeast of Augusta, Georgia; just to clarify.

Watch your step around us North Carolina Pyrates. We're territorial.

Now I'm wondering where Aedon's Guinness hat is...

One of me favorites...

1) Limes

2) New pistol

3) Me old Man, let's call him Pops MacG.

4) Me brother, lets call him Bro MacG.

No, I've just got that way with ladies. Swooning over my cold electronic messaging capabilities.

I'll take this opportunity to comment on how much I love your avatar. I stop and watch it loop several times every time I see one of your posts.

*is rather easily amused*

I used to know a mate named Waylan, although that's not your name. He was good fun, if a little bit tipsy at all hours. Speaking of tipsy, did I hear you say you were buying?

^Lemonade

<Tired for no good reason.

V What serialized... anything do you read?

That is rather strange. I'm afraid I'll never find that type of coincidence in my own cypress tree. It seems my family has always been fond of Ephraim and Zebadiah type names.

I identify with Sirius Black from the Harry Potter series, if ye ken what I'm saying. Odd names abound in both trees.

Snickle Frickenchunks...

Rather dissapointing. You rigged that to get Chickenbiscuits. I know it.

Don't lie!

McDonalds

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I had a very interesting dream, that seems pub-esque now that I recall it to conscious memory.

I was on the bow of a sloop, very Titanicish, blood red sunset lighting everything with the maddest glow. Off port aft comes another sailing ship, and suddenly the entire picture is infused with a shot of adrenaline- shot are fired, everything is blasted about, blades are drawn, glinting red in the unearthly glow even before they meet lifeblood spilling from the veins of hellish, red lit sailors. I wake up with another jolt to the ship.

I'm down, mate. I'll sign in me own blood.

I've got weight from me cancer treatments that needs to go bye bye, soon.

I'm (pre-illness) 160lbs, I've got some 40 to go to get there after the bloody treatment. I'll not set a numerical goal, but I'm on the wagon hands down.

Hehe, slightly under-aged, so it's just a bottle of Love Potion #69.

It's what you might call specialty soda. I am to soft drinks as a wine aficionado is to the fruit of the vine.

Photos- Do Not Bend

by Intellekt and Dirty Digits