MadL

As one with th' proverbial 'Empty Cup', but other backgrounds what follow choreographed moves (karate kata & skydiving RW), I would say a book would be a great idea to get people from different regions on th' same "script" and set a standard of moves and combinations. Where karate of like schools tend t' teach th' same kata (but no book), their students go into meets with students from across country and participate in public events without hurting one another (speaking 'exhibition' now, not 'competition of course), but of course such first time meetings they will stick strictly 'to the book' - yet they have no 'book' but do practice the identical routines of their particular style. On th' other hand; skydivers do use Books! Every skydiver will have one or more books in his/her gear bag of 'jump routines' that been tried and proved and then documented in small stick man like drawings, each logging each step from beginning to end. Each of these books document from basic choreographs (1 on 1) to advanced choreographs (8 people); from there we have little rubber stamps we use t' create and document our own choreographs as we learn and grow. These books also make it easy when we travel and get together with others to share any interesting moves we come up with. We all know the same basic defined choreographs and know them by the same name and in the same sequence as we all learned from th' same book sold at all the drop zones everywhere (in our case here - Faire and Ren faire) With such a standardized book then standard names can be given to each offensive and defensive move, also a standard of 7 or 8 can be determined and agreed upon. Short of using a book type system it seems to me that word of mouth never really quite gets th' same word out t' everyone and becomes too easy as time goes on for the excuse "But I heard...." t' be used when an accident occurs. But then it could be done without a book system....look at karate, it only took them many generations for such a non-book standard to eventually work; however they still do not have a "single system" the way skydivers world over all know what a "Star" dive is and how to perform one with others, depending on skill level with 2 to 50 people even. I know such books in th' skydive circles sell from $15 to as much as $30.

Sila Thatcher: Well, they do have th' mounted flintlock I am waiting for them t' issue me. Naught serviceable but in good condition so will be a nice piece on ME wall, Naught yers! Also they have th' original Disneyland POTC poster, th' big one naught th' new one I see today, this one tis from th' 1960s when me mum stole it from a local shoe shop what had it in glass. She say there be some other ship items but I have t' wait until they get t' their new home 'n unpack/ As for this wee item, she say she purchase'd it from somewhere she do naught remember, she use'd t' wear it around her neck as part o' her SOCA costume when she 'n me younger sibling one were members. Silkie McDonough: He's daughter naught really be too far off ye know. During me edumacasheeun train'n in high schoolz, me own laser instructor brought in a few o' th' very first original optical disk (CD) that was invented by Xerox Corporation where he once was employed as a design engineer. Xerox made them back around th' 60's (1960 naught 1760 btw) for th' government o' his magistrate. Hold yer arms out as if ye be hug'n yer lover, now reach around 'n touch yer finger tips - aye, that be how large th' first Optical Disk once was! As fer rid'n meself o' this little trinket....I must think first, would like t' know what it be...after all, a pirate 'n he' booty naught easily be part'd...except fer when he come ashore 'n there be rum involved ;p BTW Silkie McDonough, have ye heard th' song about Silkies? I came across one one naught long ago 'n have th' link post'd in th' Sea Shanty forum, MP3 song is available for download: http://www.ibiblio.org/jimmy/folkden-wp/?p=7085 (be sure 'n find th' "seafaring" link on th' left as well for other song!) Lady Cassandra Seahawke: Ah sweet Lady Cassandra Seahawke, t'would be nice indeed t' find a mage o' chemistry who could tell us what secrets th' inner residue must hold - t'was it a tale o' romance 'n intrigue or t'was it a tale o' tragedy 'n deceit? Perhaps it merely held a locket o' some fare maiden's lover's hair....or perhaps someth'n much more devilish?!!? Alas, but if I coin enough for for such a service then I think I would prefer a second frock 'n new sabre, perhaps even a brace o' pistol instead of but one. Aye, be damn'd with Romance 'n such folly! Give Me Blood Let'n Weapons So I Can Set Forth Me Own Tells!

RustyNell! Now ye just be TRY'N t' get me in trouble with house proprietors now are ye naught?!!?

So ye be need'n her posed from other angles eh? (ye people be sick!! ) Ok, here be her back side: Here she be from th' side: (kinda flat chested she be) and here be her butt with her panties pulled aside: and here be her...uh, ye don't wanta know... note th' "striker" on th' lid, 'n th' corrossion on th' inside (me thinks she needs better hygien!!)

Here's th' link: Voodoo Shack at SwagArts (click on the Voodoo Shack link in th' left) Now, as for th' original question: Would I find a pirate with shriveled up apples tied t' he's belt Funny 'er just Stupid? Well mate, me first thought would be: "SURVEY! HE DID NAUGHT EAT HE'S FRUIT!!" The next thing I would think would be: "Bet he do naught get many whores, naught with all them worms what must be crawl'n in he's breeches"

I have naught had th' honor t' practice any "stage" combat as I have found no one else in my own area interested; however, I would like t' inject a word o' CAUTION. The Caution would be when stepping up t' combat (stage or otherwise) with one ye be unfamiliar with, one ye have naught actually 'practiced' with before. Mean'n; ye go t' a faire, meet someone 'n say "Wow, might that be a nice sword or ye just glad t' see me?!" then th' two o' ye decide t' show off fer th' common folk feel'n 'heck, we all practice th' same moves now'.....Naught really a good idea! Reason be; ye can still hurt someone really bad weather th' weapon o' choice be steel, aluminum, or wood....or even plastic (oh ya, now we're reall PC!) I only say this as having practice martial arts and even my 15 years o' skydiving....when ye practice with someone ye gets t' know them, ye know their reach, ye know their force, their week points 'n their strong points; but upon a New Greet, ye do Naught know a thing about them! Are they apprehensive, do they shy away; are they overly aggressive, easy t' forget this just be show 'n naught competition; individual's endurance issue, perhaps ye can fight for hours but they tire quickly, 'n naught want'n t' look a look attempt t' keep up with ye - recipe fer disaster! OK for backyard meet 'n greet, but bad news in front o' a public crowd. I also relate this t' me skydiving, I was (before me arm injury) one o' th' best skydivers around, I had No Fear o' any kind o' dive, me mates even creatively came up with ones o' our own that blew others away as they watch'd th' video after. BUT, I learn'd th' hard way when it comes t' taking th' skill o' others fer granted. One day I was introduced to a newbie, I was told "He jumps like he has 300 under he's belt he does" so with that I took he'm up with another newbie who I knew only had 60. I designed th' dive around th' 60 count jumper, let th' "like 300" guy swoop in (something I later learned was a Mistake!). Twas a simple jump, just four points planed, I jumped out with th' newbie 'n kept control o' he'm th' entire way (I was well adapt at fly'n for two, even three - one on each side o' me) but when I had expected th' other guy t' show but he did naught I began t' look around, that was when it happened - *BLAMM* - th' addlepate broadsided me, in full Track (that be 'arms t' he's side, do'n around 150+mph). Aye, we collided in mid air, that be two human bodies NAUGHT in a car colliding around 150mph, aye, it hurt...I thought he was dead, last I saw was his body spinning violently out of control as if he were unconscious; Me, I was near unconscious as he broadsided me head (I don't wear helmets....still did naught even after that...guess me motorcycle and skiing accidents knocked me stupid). Anway, we both survived, he's face gashed open pretty bad, me ear cut 'n noggin a hurt'n a whole lot. I came t' find out he ONLY had 80 jumps Naught th' 300 I was told....had I known that he NEVER would have been allowed t' swoop in and the accident never would have happened. Moral; even if ye knows yerself, ye do naught know another until ye have actually flown with them. Since that day I learned that no matter how 'good' someone tells me they are upon first meet, I say "Prove it" and make them prove it in a SAFE manor. Now more closely t' topic at hand - Martial Arts I have known people who just do naught have discipline for sparing, perhaps someday they will, but at the moment, they just get too carried away. Now I be speaking 'Hand to Hand'; it is bad enough t' get wacked with a fist, or spinning jump kick in th' face or chest - but t' be cracked in th' noggin by an aluminum blade because he could naught keep a 1/2 or 1/4 speed going. I know even from friends that I used t' spar with, after a year together some just felt they had t' go faster, harder, faster, harder! Now like I said, that was Hand to Hand....a chuck o' metal, be it steal or aluminum can still crack a skull like a melon! Anyway, just want'd t' add a word o' caution - me? I am game t' spar with anyone who will have me....but in public view, at a faire, I would like t' know who I be cross'n blades with....unless th' blaggard be a for reals bad guy - then th' gloves come off!

There be one other place, have one for similar t' Oderlesseye's and be made o' leather 'n real hair; sells for about $37 only th' link I have at home 'n naught on this computer at work. They sell real chicken's feet (naught fake ones like Jack wears!) 'n plenty o' skull beads. If no one else has posted th' link, 'n if I can get int' me computer when I get home, then I will post their link tonight....

Begad! Now see what ye done Rumba, I gotta wash butt prints off me screen again t' see what th' others wrote!! Aye, the backside look pretty much like th' frontside only th' hinge get turned around I will see if me computer be done rendering (making a picture) when I get home and I will post the backside. Odd thing is that it must have been use'd t' hold something as th' inside be pretty stain'd, almost like black powder would do t' untreated brass or perhaps sulpher or other such stuff. It appears t' have been used t' hold something that reacted with th' metal yet did naught spill over t' effect th' outside....then I keep com'n back t' that odd inner lid - kind'o indented 'n definably rough as if use'd t' strike a match against, or something else that was 'struck' against a rough surface of such small size Maybe it was just purddy for a lady o' finery t' wear 'n thus make gentlemen go "what's she got 'round her neck?"

Another trinket found in me parent's attic, but this one does not appear t' be military nor would I say GAoP. Any idea what this may be? Th' lid is rough on th' inside, perhaps a match strike surface? The leather strap is naught as bad as th' last piece but it may naught be original either, it tis barely long enough t' wear around yer neck, but why would ye wear 'matches' around yer neck? Perhaps a small sewing/needle case? But then why th' rough area on th' inside o' th' lid? ...now if we can just find Capt'n Kidd's treasure map up there!

every since i fired Braze's blunderbuss the voice in me head has been sayin' the same thing. a blunderbuss me thinks would be a mighty fine birthday gift to meself. mojito ps listen to the voices A me hardie! Wives be a plenty, ye can swap them, ye can mail order them, ye can even bid fer them on th' Ebay wench block these days. But th' voices in yer head be there fer a life time, ye be stuck with them ye be. But remember, there be no need t' waist good oil on a wheel what squeaks, just replace it! So, I says Listen t' th' voice in yer head, if th' wife nags then tell her 'bout th' "squeaky wheel"

Dice, *pfffft* ::Mad L heads fer th' local brothel t' play 'Spin The Rum Bottle' with local wenches::

Well, a reindeer poop'd on me welcome mat; suppose I can use them as pistol shot Then I caught some elves skiing in me freezer, one pee'd he's name in me ice tray....suppose that could be a Nativity scene (specially after I ram'd th' BBQ spike up he's.....er) Now I got th' jolly ol' fat guy he'm self stuck up in me chimney; I guess I could force feed he'n some beans 'n cauliflower then lite th' fire below and call it me Christmas cannon. But on Christmas Eve th' postmaster did bring me my brand new stage cutlass! Just in time for me t' hide it from meself for Christmas morn!!!! Had a 'ell o' a time get'n it into me stock'n though! ....anyone got a needle 'n some thread, like that was me last sock

but are th' lights naught safer Outside th' house then In? I mean like, if one o' them candles was t' topple it could catch th' whole house a'blaze, but if'n it where Outside then ye could just close th' door t' keep it out there till it goes out. 'n o'course ye should bring th' trees Inside, ye do naught want t' set them on fire!!

Ah, I have a port in that MySpace place too.....now where'd I put me map? I had it here somewheres....::candy wrap'ns, toothpick, dagger, gold doubloon, silver doubloon, more candy wrap'ns, dirty kerchief....:: BELAY THAT SCAUF'N!! Like ye ever bother'd t' remember yer own phone number either; like when does one ever call one's self?!!?? eh? how old be I? is it naught right there on me license now officer???? Oh, MySpace....ahhhh, here it be: Sail twice 'round th' Horn then cross th' Cape, go left at th' island what looks like a dead cow (hold yer nose for it really be a 'dead cow'), then slalom through th' Caribbean islands till ye reach...... Ah Scupper All That!! Just click this link, 'n do it handsomely now, before I change me mind 'n move it! http://www.myspace.com/jeff_mad_l

bod'us wanta see ye in a bodice!!

Did he just call me a Parlie Voo?! I KNOW fancy pants did NAUGHT just call me a Parlie Voo!!! Oh, he be buy'n drinks...well then.. Good Meet t' ye fine sir! ::*snif - snif* he be smell'n funny too:: I be have'n a'nuther chug o' Sea Wynde if'n ye donts mind...but will take it back t' me seat o'er thar be'fer some ilk grabs it again 'n I be sit'n on th' floor.

Ye Let Our Holiday Feat GO?!!!? ALL That Venison - GONE?!!? Ye be DEAD t' me Zephaniah W Nash! D E A D t' Me!!!

I got arrested; turns out there be a law against hunt'n reindeer with black powder in yer back yard on Christmas morn in Port o' Los Angeles! Down at th' prison th' Constable he ask'd me "Now what would make ye think it t' be ok t' hunt reindeer in these parts?" So I told 'em "The voice in me head o'course" Th' Constable then ask'd me "Does this voice in yer head always speak t' ye lad?" "Nay" I explained t' he'm "Sometime it yells 'n screams so I must tell it t' use it's Inside voice..." Th' Constable t'was stunn'd, he proclaimed "Begad Man! Ye be as consummate a addlepate as there ever was! Now me own voice in me head be scream'n I should lock ye up fer good so as t' protect th' good citizens o' this town!!" I told he'm "Ye should tells yer voice in yer head t' use it's Inside voice..." With that they toss'd me back out in street, said somethin' bout naught want'n t' endanger th' other prisoners.... Marry Christmas All!! ....was that a reindeer o' there?!!?

We's would like Lady Renee t' wear a bodice too!

A topic in another thread got me t' think'n about shanties sung in a bit more traditional manor then what we hear them at faire today then I remembered this link I found. He has four CDs it says but ye can sample some full tracks here: Roger McGuinn's Fork Den He has nice handful o' 'seafaring' song such as: Whup Jamboree Perry’s Victory Haul Away Joe Heave Away Bonny Ship the Diamond 'n be sure t' check th' links on th' lower right for a wonderful score o' "The Gallows Pole", he also does a right fine version o' "Silver Dagger". ...now if we can just get Capt'n Scapegoat t' cut a CD, I would love t' hear "Sirens on the Shore" again!

::glances at me tiny Charlie Brown Christmas tree in th' corner:: I Need A BIGGER Tree A'fore Santa Get Here!!

Pick'n at th' chain what hold this bloody cannon ball t' me leg. If'n this bloody iron do naught give in th' next 15min then I WILL CHEW ME LEG OFF!!!

LIKE A CAGED ILK PIRATE SEADOG!!! 'NOUGH WITH THIS WORK PLACE!! THAR BE A SCARY CAPT'N SANTA A'FOOT!!!! I Wanta Go Home Now Gov'!!!

gunk = guns (now we be talk'n!)

they have t' model them; assemble them like a ship in a bottle do they??? ....gee, I sure hope they use Elmer's glue, it do naught hold up well in water!