Merrydeath

What, not into aprons and pearls? havn't worn an apron in a long time.. but I follow the Jerry Hall approach to housework. My mother said it was simple to keep a man, you must be a maid in the living room, a cook in the kitchen and a whore in the bedroom. I said I'd hire the other two and take care of the bedroom bit.

poor Doc.. and here I sit so far awaay.. not even close enough fer a drink... Guinnes or Morgans or mead or ... Tried being a friend and got passed over for a hottie Tried being a hottie and got bypassed for a lot of someones.. and my cats love me.

Morgans does me well, but also a Guinness with have me cheerin..

we luvs ya all back.. except the one who stoled all the rum.. grumble..

okay.. the boots do help. and a leather tunic, or at least the caveliar hat.

LOL.. that is a grand answer.. someone told me that most men like Marian more then Ginger. but I know more men like Marilyn than June Cleaver..

welcome welcome.. buy us a drink and tell us some stories.. real and otherwise!

^^^ I knew that, and he looks wonderful as that lord.. and sire. I might get to play wench/ lady/ and pirate all in one weekend coming up.. I wonder which one will win?? :)

Dragonwagon

Only if they are singing.. Snow Patrol... Chasing Cars and Angel Eyes by Jeff heeley

I havn't been able to dream most nights; too tense to remember them. But I'm hoping that one of mine comes true.. a dream that is also a wish... wish me luck.

http://www.dorks.com/html/Talk-like-a-Pira...-Day-Today.html just another day in the life of a pirate

http://www.dorks.com/html/Talk-like-a-Pira...-Day-Today.html found this and its pretty funny.. but it loads slow. I noticed that the Dog from Dogpile is in pirate gear.

I think most men here would like a little pirate in his woman.. are you a little pirate??

Huskies

I was at home listening to the radio, and thougt 'what bad taste to talk about killing so many' then found out it was true. What a horrible thing to happen to the US. I"m going to quote this, without Pete's permission. He's offline now but it struck me as very poetic.. ---------------------------------------------------------------- Not doing too well today. It's September 11, and I thought very little special about it when I got up this morning. But we have overcast skies (here in Chicago) and non stop rain all day long... it appears as if the heavens themselves are in mourning. But during my morning commute, I was listening, as I do almost every day, to the local country station. Yes: patriotic rednecks. And they started playing clips of 9/11 news reports and 9-1-1 emergency calls from that day, and then some well-mixed montages of audio clips along with "I love you, I miss you, I will always remember you" type songs. ...And I started weeping like a baby. Here it is, five years later, and I think I have finally given myself the space and ability to really feel about the tragedy more than I have since within the first week that everything happened. I have been carrying this mood around with me all day long. Even as I write this, I am overwhelmed with emotion. I guess, deep down, I needed this... It just came upon me without warning, and I was not prepared to handle this sudden melancholy.

Heidi

I've seem pics of that before and worse at the Texas Ren faire. They wear chain mail there and not much else. This pic is not the most risque'. I can't help but wonder what kind of sun burn she has after 8 hours of sun. http://www.robynsroost.com/trf03/week6/TRF14.JPG

bump.. My uncle in NY barely missed being in the first attack in 93, and lives in Manhatten now. I still remember talking to him to make sure he was okay.. as if not losing so many friends would still leave him okay. His voice broke as he was telling me about the friends he had lost.. A salute to all who lost someone, to those who lost their lives, and to us to remind ourselves that we have it pretty damn good here..

Zephyr, I'm captain of me own ship now, the Fool's Gold out of the midwest with a grand crew of about 20. Tis mainly a good excuse to have drinks but its still fun! Me oldest chitlin went to school in So Africa for 6 months, then came home with an ideer to live in Europe. I guess she got that from me. Been going to some faires, but doing it without a conquest for good, so ta speak. Had a helluva good time at Minnesota RF, then closed the place down at our local faire (Amana ren faire) when Pirate Eric and crew laid into the rum and music. Have a new job but not sure its right for me.. still looking. Not a lot of the crew here, but Siren an Christine, Willliam Red Rake, Pete Straw and quite a few others.. some under different RPG names. and you??

It looks to be a fun time for all at this festival. I'm not sure if its pirate-full but I've heard that its fun and friendly. If you are near the western elge of Iowa or the Eastern edge of Neb, this may be a fun weekend! Riverssance Sioux City Iowa Sept 30 to Oct 1 2006 http://www.river-cade.com/riverssance.cfm

When you occasionally have a really bad day, and you just need to take it out on someone, don't take it out on someone you know, take it out on someone you don't know. I was sitting at my desk when I remembered a phone call I'd forgotten to make. I found the number and dialed it. A man answered, saying "Hello." I politely said, "This is Chris. Could I please speak with Robyn Carter?" Suddenly a manic voice yelled out in my ear, "Get the right number idiot!" and the phone was slammed down on me. I couldn't believe that anyone could be so rude. When I tracked down Robyn's correct number to call her, I found that I had accidentally transposed the last two digits. After hanging up with her, I decided to call the 'wrong' number again. When the same guy answered the phone, I yelled "You're an asshole!" and hung up. I wrote his number down with the word 'asshole' next to it, and put it in my desk drawer. Every couple of weeks, when I was paying bills or had a really bad day, I'd call him up and yell, "You're an asshole!" It always cheered me up. When Caller ID was introduced, I thought my therapeutic "asshole calling" would have to stop. So, I called his number and said, "Hi, this is John Smith from the Verizon. I'm calling to see if you're familiar with our Caller ID Program?" He yelled, "NO!" and slammed down the phone. I quickly called him back and said, "That's because you're an asshole!" One day I was at the store, getting ready to pull into a parking spot. Some guy in a black BMW cut me off and pulled into the spot I had patiently waited for. I hit the horn and yelled that I'd been waiting for that spot, but the idiot ignored me. I noticed a "For Sale" sign in his back window which included his phone number, so I wrote down the number. A couple of days later, right after calling the first asshole (I had his number on speed dial) I thought that I'd better call the BMW asshole, too. I said, "Is this the man with the black BMW for sale?" "Yes, it is", he said. "Can you tell me where I can see it?" I asked. "Yes, I live at 34 Mowbray Blvd, in Vaucluse. It's a yellow house, and the car's parked right out in front." "What's your name?" I asked. "My name is Don Hansen," he said. "When's a good time to catch you, Don?" "I'm home every evening after five." "Listen, Don, can I tell you something?" "Yes?" "Don, you're an asshole!" Then I hung up, and added his number to my speed dial, too. Now, when I had a problem I had two assholes to call. Then I came up with an idea. I called Asshole ..1. "Hello." "You're an asshole!" (But I didn't hang up.) "Are you still there?" he asked. "Yeah," I said. "Stop calling me." he screamed. "Make me." I said. "Who are you?" he asked. "My name is Don Hansen." "Yeah? Where do you live?" "Asshole, I live at 34 Mowbray Blvd, Vaucluse, a yellow house. My black Beemer is parked in front." He said, "I'm coming over right now, Don. And you had better start saying your prayers." I said, "Yeah, like I'm really scared, asshole," and hung up. Then I called Asshole ..2. "Hello?" he said. "Hello asshole," I said. He yelled, "If I ever find out who you are..." "You'll what?" I said! "I'll kick your ass." he exclaimed. I answered, "Well asshole, here's your chance. I'm coming over right now." Then I hung up and immediately called the police, saying that I lived at 34 Mowbray Blvd, Vaucluse, and that I was on my way over there to kill my gay lover. Then I called Channel 9 News about the gang war going down in Mowbray Blvd, Vaucluse. I quickly got into my car and headed over to Mowbray. I got there just in time to watch two assholes beating the crap out of each other in front of six cop cars, an overhead police helicopter and a news crew. NOW I feel much better. Anger management really works....

sparklers

Zephyr lass!! I have missed you, and wondered what you have been up to? Plundered anyone interesting?? Capt of your own ship?? Got all the rum from ol' Jack>? Tell me how you are, and your tales... RAY!! a drink for this lass every hour, til she's up to speed with us!!

Wylde Nept band from Iowa. The GALLOWS is a grand song..