The Whistler's Dream

Everybody needs a dream...
Mine is to go to Oklahoma and play whistles for The Pioneer Woman. (Having been invited, not in a "creepy stalker" kind of way, for the record.) Heck, I'd play in a pup tent in the backyard for the joy of the cows and critters. What can I say? I'm a fan.
Everybody needs a dream...

Random Fluffy Foto!

Random Fluffy Foto!
Writing in bed, and Beka editing by ear. Really. The ear typed some letters. Really.

Tuesday, September 18, 2007

Wednesday - it's that time again. ARRRR!!!

Avast, ye scurvy goat-kissing mule-brained dogs!!! 'Tis time once again for that grand celebration - International Talk Like A Pirate Day!!!!!!! And, as usual, I got me a pirate name. I actually like this one better than others - it's from fidius.org

My pirate name is:
Mad Sam Kidd
Every pirate is a little bit crazy. You, though, are more than just a little bit. Even though you're not always the traditional swaggering gallant, your steadiness and planning make you a fine, reliable pirate. Arr!

And, as usual, I also ran Vicki through the thing...

My pirate name is:
Dread Pirate Flint
Like the famous Dread Pirate Roberts, you have a keen head for how to make a profit. Like the rock flint, you're hard and sharp. But, also like flint, you're easily chipped, and sparky. Arr!

There ye be. Hoist the colors!! Swab the poopdeck. Prepare to fire!!! ARRRRRR!!!!

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