Thane Blackthorn

I hope for some of you that you are going with enough people to take over the theatre. I myself will not go to see this movie until it has been out for sometime. I hate going to the theatre anymore and will only go for a special movie. This is one of those special movies so I will go to a theatre to see it, but not now. Not until the movie has been out so long that the theatre is almost empty. People don't know how to shut the f$#% up. People don't take care of their refreshments or restroom going before the movie starts. People don't come on time. People bring their unrulely children and screaming welps. People push against the back of your seat. People don't turn off their damn cell phones. Etc, etc.... It makes the whole thing almost unbearable and all I want to do is enjoy the movie. I have literally gotten into more fights than I have fingers at the movies. In general people are inconsiderate a$$holes and the theatre folks do little or nothing about it, and I am just not going to put up with it. But that's just me, and that's my rant for the day. `Blackie`

You have the mind of an artist, even if you haven't developed the talent yet. Expressive and aware, you enjoy finding new ways to share your feelings. You often feel like you don't fit in - especially in traditional environments. You have big dreams. The problem is putting those dreams into action. Your strength: Your vivid imagination Your weakness: Fear of failure Your power color: Coral Your power symbol: Oval Your power month: November Exact same as Sirens, and yet my B-day is not the same. Months away in fact.

I looked and didn't see a thread like this anywhere. Maybe I'm the only one who likes it. Who knows? Guess I'll find out. Post your poetry here, if you are so inclined. Jaded Blues Timeless, seamless lifetime from beginning to end. Deep, dark blues. So old, so old. Sleepless words express and capture despondency. Shattered mask, pieces on the ground. Turnstile existence matted within beating breast. Sweating blood and tears. Crimson eyes close, and then awaken with no remembrance of dreams. Far away... so old and far away. `Blackie`

Your past life diagnosis: -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I don't know how you feel about it, but you were male in your last earthly incarnation.You were born somewhere in the territory of modern USA North-Center around the year 1175. Your profession was that of a leader, major or captain. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Your brief psychological profile in your past life: Artistic personality, always transforming the ugly into the beautiful, gray into bright colors. You would find an opportunity of creative self-expression in any situation. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The lesson that your last past life brought to your present incarnation: Your main lesson is to develop magnanimity and a feeling of brotherhood. Try to become less adhered to material property and learn to take only as much, as you can give back. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Do you remember now? No I don't remember dammit!! `Blackie`

Very good bumpersticker sayings here I must admit. I think I'll add a couple, though I doubt I can do any better than what's already been said. "Scallywag" "Take all ye can. Give nothin' back" "...and on the eighth day God created the Jolly Roger" "Shiver Me Timbers" "Name Yer Poison" "Hands off me Booty" "Hands off me Chest" "No Quarter Given" "Beware the call of the Siren" "Map? We don't need no stinkin' map" "Women who behave themselves rarely make the history books." "Aye, it be a puffy shirt. Ye want to make somethin' of it??" `Blackie`

Once a year we are forced to listen to music about the cold and snow. And it lasts at least a month or so. Haven't you ever heard the music they play at Christmas time? You can't go anywhere without having to listen to Christmas music between Thanksgiving and Christmas. Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow. `Blackie`

I have worked in a pub for the last 7 years. We get all kinds. Now some, of course, have the excuse that they were drinking, but many do not. Pub's having a bit of a slow day. It happens. People, on many different occasions, come walking into the pub, through doors that are wide open, during the middle of the day, with a few tables with people eating at them, a bartender in plain view, a server walking right by them, and some people for some reason have to ask........."are you open?" Now here in America, or at least this part of it, it seems that people have to be lead by the hand. I work in a traditional Irish Pub. When we opened we did not have a hostess because most Pubs in Ireland don't have a hostess. Big sign in front of the pub says, "Please feel free to seat yourself." How many people stand, at the door, next to the sign no less, and wait to be sat? I can't count that high. How many people walk by the sign into the pub and ask, "Do we just sit anywhere?" I usually respond with yes, but if you choose to sit at a table that already has people on it you may want to ask them if it's o.k. with them first. Of course once they know they can seat themselves it becomes a game of musical chairs. They now have to go from one empty table to the next trying to figure out where they want to sit. Sheeeeeeeeesh. Needless to say we had to go out and hire a hostess. Here's a bit of frustration. A big group of people at the bar. They call you over like they are ready to order. They give you a small list of drinks and you make them and hand them over...........and then they add one more. So you get that and..........they add one more. You get that and........they add one more. Making you run back and forth, back and forth, for drinks you could have gotten them in half the time if they'd just give you the whole "F"n order at once. I mean it's not like I don't have other people waiting for drinks at the bar on a Friday night!!!! Please, nickel and dime me to death!!! Sorry, Sometimes thinking about it gets me a bit hot. But I'm all better now. `Blackie`

Velvet Revolver `Blackie`

Seven Blunders of the World: Wealth without work Pleasure without conscience Knowledge without character Commerce without morality Science without humanity Worship without sacrifice Politics without principle ```````Gandhi `Blackie`

I was searching the web for fighting styles. Namely information on the Florentine fighting style. I don't remember exactly which place I was in that led me here. I saw the front page of this site, it looked interesting, but I didn't have time to really look it over then so I added to my favorites so I could give it a look over later. A day Later I came back to this site and started to check it out. It had the right mix of fun and information on a subject I have always had an interest in....Pirates. So here I be. `Blackie`

Well wit all this bakin' goin' on ye be needin' a sweet drink to goes wit it all. Take equal parts of chambord, frangelico, and vanilla vodka. Add a bit o half and half, and a dash of genedine. Shake the bastard up in a cup filled wit ice and strain into a martini glass and adds a cherry. Me own creation so it tis. I be callin' it a Black Forest Cake. And ye be callin' to the porcelain gods ye drinks to many I be tellin' ye. edit I be forgettin' me manners. Tis a new establishment I be walkin' into and not even sayin' hello. Hello. `Blackie`

Publican Bartender Server Host Baby Sitter

Here's a tune I like. Back Home in Derry (Gordon Lightfoot / Bobby Sands) In eighteen-o-three we sailed out to sea Out from the sweet town of Derry For Australia bound, if we didn't all drown The marks of our fetters we carried In our rusty iron chains we cried for our weans Our good women we left in sorrow As the main sails unfurled, our curses we hurled On the English and thoughts of tomorrow At the mouth of the Foyle, bade farewell to the soil As down below decks we were lying O'Doherty screamed, woken out of a dream By a vision of bold Robert dying The sun burnt cruel as we dished out the gruel Dan O'Conner was down with a fever Sixty rebels today, bound for Botany Bay How many will reach their receiver Oh oh oh oh oh I wish I was back home in Derry Oh oh oh oh oh I wish I was back home in Derry I cursed them to hell as our bow fought the swell Our ship danced like a moth in the firelight White horses rode high as the devil passed by Taking souls to Hades by twilight Five weeks out to sea, we were now forty-three We buried our comrades each morning In our own slime we were lost in the time Endless night without dawning Oh oh oh oh oh I wish I was back home in Derry Oh oh oh oh oh I wish I was back home in Derry Van Diemen's Land is a hell for a man To end out his whole life in slavery Where the climate is raw and a gun makes the law Neither wind nor rain care for bravery Twenty years have gone by, I have ended my bond My comrades' ghosts walk beside me A rebel I came, I'm still the same On the cold winds of night you will find me Oh oh oh oh oh I wish I was back home in Derry Oh oh oh oh oh I wish I was back home in Derry Tune: The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald

Now why ye be tellin' me that? Ye must know I'm a man who luvs to eat cherries. Plain is just fine by meself, but coated ye say? Ah, the finest kind. To be Capt'n Morgan. Tis a wish I have now that ye have said it. Morgan with a face full o cherries, or just one if ye please.

And here I be forgettin' what religious men these plunders, killers, and scallywags be. Where be me head? I'm sure there is plenty to be said about yor cherries :) but I'll avoid the slap in me face and keep mum. For now.

STORMBRINGER

We could not live if we did not dream, so I know I dream. But I almost never remember them when I wake up. The exception being when I have a high fever. Then tis the only time I remeber my dreams, and they are not pretty mind you. If all me dreams is that way I prefer not remembering them.

Not to be spoilin' anyone's fun, but on a more serious note; there is a difference between sexuality and sex. While I don't profess to know how many pirates, or any seafarers of the time were homosexuals, I don't doubt there was plenty of sex on those long voyages. And I don't doubt that in many cases the sex was not consentual. In many cases those ships were just floating prisons. And we've all heard what happens when ye drop the soap in prison showers have we not? And with that out of the way, where be the chocolate and the lesbians?