Rosalinda

Happy Birthday Master Bates! Have a happy celebration!

I hope all turns out well, EP. I will be thinking of you and your family.

Thank you very much. Yes, watercolor on paper. Then drum scanned and digitized, final version as a poster. I really must credit Seaskull for the inspiration, though. It was one of those rare occassions when I was able to create something just for the joy of it, and not connected to a work project. It's not really my avatar. I was just trying it on... like a pair of socks.

Argh, well, thank you Sir. But I'm not exactly his mate! I just lust after that fine n' dangerous gentleman bandit black-hearted womanizing scurvy dog of a pirate. He's too slippery to get a rope around, so I don't even try. I just attempt to mezmerize him with the colors n' stuff. Get him in a hypnotic trance an alla that. 'at's why I got myself a big box of crayons.

Well, I wish I could have been there! Have a fabulous week, Sir! Sorry about that dancer

Well, it's not that. But if you go look under Rabble Rousing, find the thread titled "Happy Birthday Seaskull" you'll find it there.

Sometimes one must employ great imagination to pull these things off. Yes, imagine if you will, Rosalinda gettin' jiggy with the Skull !!!

So Barquentine, where are you now? What are you doing?

Finished the story, Barquentine. Was very, very good. I'd recommend it to everyone.

Ouch! See, I wouldn't dream of that kinda pain! No ma'am. Just a soft feather bed, a warm fire, and a nice bottle of wine. I must be getting soft.

that was beautiful,seven! where'd it come from? :) Thanks Cap'n Weaver. It came out of me little mind and through my fingertips. That's my brain on drugs, sorta. That good kinda drug. OK.. strippers, I promised strippers. An' dancers! See, we can still party even if the Skull isn't here!!!

Dude, I'm right there with you. Oh, come on! It's funny as hell. At least I think it is.

Thanks Captain Wolfy! Inspired it was. Lets have cake before we're too wasted to care..... Then we'll let the strippers in.

Waterfront John Lee Hooker I cover the waterfront, watchin' the ship go by I could see, everybody's baby, but I couldn't see mine I could see, the ships pullin' in, to the harbor I could see the people, meetin' their loved one Shakin' hand, I sat there, so all alone, coverin' the waterfront And after a while, all the people, left the harbor, and headed for their destination All the ships, left the harbor, and headed for their next destination I sat there, coverin' the waterfront And after a while, I looked down the ocean, as far as I could see, in the fog, I saw a ship It headed, this way, comin' out the foam It must be my baby, comin' down And after a while, the ship pulled into the harbor, rollin' slow, so cripple And my baby, stepped off board I was still, coverin' the waterfront Said "Johnny, our ship had trouble, with the fog And that's why we're so late, so late Comin' home, comin' down'

I have a feeling things are gonna get out of hand...

Argh! Thanks. Inspiration travels at the speed of light sometimes. Yes, watercolor on Bristol, then drum scanned, then digitized, then posterized. Now birthdayized. I'm on my second rum! Happy Birthday, Skull.

Happy Birthday Seaskull ARGH !!

Sea-Fever John Masefield From: Salt Water Ballads (1902) I must go down to the sea again, to the lonely sea and the sky And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by; And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking, And a grey mist on the sea's face, and a grey dawn breaking, I must go down to the sea again, for the call of the running tide Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied; And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying, And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying I must go down to the sea again, to the vagrant gypsy life, To the gull's way and the whale's way where the wind's like a whetted knife; And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover, And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over. Argh, I know this isn't the poetry thread, but anyway....

Crossing the Bar Alfred Lord Tennyson From: Demeter and other poems (I think this is about dying...not sure what the last line means?) Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there by no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place The flood may bear me far, I hope to see my Pilot face to face When I have crost the bar.

Nope. None of the above. I knew I shouldn't have made an avatar out of it. But the person for whom it was created now has it in his possession. Well, an electronic version anyway. I have the original in my possession, matted n' framed and hanging on the wall in color 36" x 48" and it's bloody gorgeous, if I do say so myself. Maybe you'll see it tomorrow. Maybe not. I'll let the person for whom it was made make that call. ARGH. Art for art's sake an all of that!

Seaskull.

No. Not a vacation promo. It's part of a watercolor I've worked on over the last several weeks. For a special thing. 'ats all I'm sayin'.

Better to have a tankard that's half full than no tankard at all?

This is a fabulous story. I'm only half through it, but it's is an awesome tale. Thank you very much for this contribution. And it's very nice to meet you. Yes, that was a smile.