Sunday, September 17, 2023

In Which We Aargh

Compare and contrast.

 One of my favorite holidays of the year is coming up, Talk Like a Pirate Day is Tuesday, Sept. 19.  So haul up your mizzenmast, bitches, and prepare to be boarded.   The day is the brainchild of two scurvy dogs who freely admit it is nothing but a bucket of hornswoggle. I think every long time group of friends probably has some inside joke that helps bond the scallywags together and this has all the markings of being one.  Sadly, their website that originated the madness is no longer.  One assumes it now rests in Davy Jones locker.

There's a number of helpful sites that will get even the lamest of landlubbers in ship shape.  I have to say the quality of the pirate name generators (here's one that's OK) has declined.  Diane von Austinburg was in town for the festivities a couple of years ago and we spent an amusing evening crafting pirate names for ourselves.  Mine is Deadman McStubby and my ship is the feared Barnacle Bucket.  Cast your peepers on our sails and weep, you yellow-bellied cur.

So greet your fellow hearties by shouting "avast!" and tell the humpy barista to surrender his booty because it's Talk Like a Pirate Day. Aargh.

Buccaneers with whom I wouldn't mind sharing the poop deck.

Nappy time is happy time.

Men who can cock their eyebrow like that fascinate me.

I tried looking for naked pirates, but the selection was mediocre, so maybe I'll just post guys who look like they could be buccaneers.

Very pirate-ish.


The terror of below decks.


Captain Hook

Unburied treasure.

I love that snazzy little jacket or bolero or whatever it is.  Smart, very smart.

This photo is an old favorite here at Captain mrpeenee and I think it is rather pirate-y, somehow.


  1. Shiver me timbers!

    "Avast behinds", indeed... Jx

  2. My gunnels are awash with pic 10's salty spray.

    1. Glad I could bring you two lovebirds together.

  3. I'll be a frigging in the rigging.

    1. I'm not sure if "frigging" is a noun or a verb there, but you go, girl.

  4. I'd like to have some of these cabin boys swab my decks. Where do I apply?
    Anonymous, too

  5. That is quite the harpoon on young Mr. Bolero Jacket. A person could swing from that all night long. Naturally my favorite is the sweet sesame seed buns of Unburied Treasure!

  6. Every time I see your screen name, my semi-dyslexia makes me think I been contacted by Steve Buscemi. I am never disappointed to find out it's you.


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