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TLC Final Push

It’s begun. No more updates here until it’s over. Hopefully not more than a day. Talk amongst yourselves until then.

It’s begun. No more updates here until it’s over. Hopefully not more than a day. Talk amongst yourselves until then.

By John Scalzi

I enjoy pie.

87 replies on “TLC Final Push”

Earlier tonight, I finished David Drake’s “Some Golden Harbor” (latest in Lt. Leary series), good,but maybe not as good as earlier entries.

The point is that finishing that one brought “The Ghost Brigades” to top of the pile. I’m up to page 54 and I really, really, REALLY want a BrainPal. But where will I get that? I don’t even have a freaking flying car yet.

So, anyway, Scalzi suggests we talk among ourselves. May I suggest mutiny? We could discuss macrame. Possibly our obsesion with snow globes?

The point is that I’d be asleep right now if I hadn’t started TGB. I’m awake now and it’s Scalzi’s fault.

DAMN YOU SCALZI!!!!

(This is going to be a recurring theme in my posts ’cause I like blaming others and I like typing DAMN YOU SCALZI!!!)

I pre-ordered the “You’re Not Fooling Anyone When You Take Your Laptop to a Coffee Shop: Scalzi on Writing” on April 25, 2006. Am I the only one who has to wait until February for it’s push-backed release? Darn. Oh well, make that a “whatever.”

Aye, Jeff. He’s high o’ the breakers and naught being off until the tides change. There be a lot o’ sails flappin in the breeze, but naught a knot of movement.

As of the fair maid Austin, what a prideful wench is she, but I may be prejudice. But her three sisters, aye, they be full of love and friendship.

Avast Squinty

“As Sir George and Lady Harcourt were superintending the Labours of their Haymakers, rewarding the industry of some by smiles of approbation, & punishing the idleness of others by a cudgel, they perceived lying closely concealed beneath the thick foliage of a Haycock, a beautifull little Girl not more than 3 months old”.

I percieve a total lack of pirates, BrainPals and flying cars.

Do you really think he’ll be able to hold out until noon? Since when has Scalzi not posted half a dozen times after saying he would be incommunicado all day? I’m thinking no later than 10AM…

Oh yeah, ARRRR!!!

Ye just knows that that scurvy landlubber be checkin this board every few minutes, just itchin’ to walk the plank and join this piratey discussion.

Arr.

Argh, the lubber be keepin his mangey head low. He must be below decks. I hears a clatterin sound, not of cutlasses, but like nail clippers. Ways too fast fer dem nails to stand a chance.

We’d make him walk the plank, only there’s only a sea o’ grass below and slugs aren’t the same as sharks.

men, men, men, it’s a ship all filled with men. It’s HMS not PMS, a ship all filled with men.

Avast!

He is the very model of a modern science fictional,
He’s got information vegetable, animal, and baconal,
He knows things of the heartland, and he writes the fights drunkenal
From Athena to Krissy, too, in order quite hysterical;
He’s very well acquainted, too, with matters so semantical,
He understands evasions, both the simple and the comical,
In a bloggy delir’um he’s teeming with a lot o’ news –
With many cheerful facts about the cat while grappling with his muse

Aye. An hour past the mast, I’ll wager, ‘fore he swaggers from his cabin.

Ye birthday falls on Talk Like A Pirate Day? Aye, ye be truely blessed by Davy Jones himself. Do not concern yeself with pies or cake. Ye should be rounding up wenches, quaffing ale, and singing shanties with ye crew! For sustenance, ye might partake in some mutton and limes. It prevents the scurvy!

So is it:
1) a pirate poet
2) a poet pirate
3) a poetical pirate
4) a pie radical poet
5) a pie rating poet?

“He who would pun would pick a pocket.” Lucky thing, I’m not a ‘he’.

So is it:
1) a pirate poet,
2) a poet pirate,
3) a poetical pirate,
4) a pie radical poet, or
5) a pie rating poet?

“He who would pun would pick a pocket.” Lucky thing, I’m not a ‘he’.

Yarr… ’tis a mere bit before noon where we be plunderin’ the hot dog wagons on the surly banks of a village called Chicago. Cap’n John “Thunderplanks” Scalzi has himself a wee bit o’ time to drag his scurvy hide topside ‘fore we turn to mutiny.

Avast me hearties!

here be a song for Talk Like a Pirate Day from Arrogant Worms (http://www.arrogant-worms.com/index.php):

I used to be a farmer, and I made a living fine,
I had a little stretch of land along the CP line
But times were hard and though I tried, the money wasn’t there
And bankers came and took my land and told me “fair is fair”

I looked for every kind of job,
the answer always no
“Hire you now?” they’d always laugh,
“we just let twenty go!”
The government, they promised me
a measly little sum
But I’ve got too much pride to end up
just another bum.

Then I thought, who gives a damn
if all the jobs are gone?
I’m gonna be a PIRATE on
the river Saskatchewan!!!

Cause it’s a heave-ho, hi-ho,
comin’ down the plains
Stealin’ wheat and barley
and all the other grains
It’s a ho-hey, hi-hey
farmers bar yer doors
When ya see the Jolly Roger
on Regina’s mighty shores

see the whole thing here: http://artists.letssingit.com/arrogant-worms-lyrics-the-last-saskatchewan-pirate-c73bzxw

Arr… all yer talk of piratin’ has made me day. If ol’ Thunderplanks Scalzi were to be hearin’ such amusin’ be’avior he’da squawked by now. ‘E must be below decks slavin’ away under the stern eye of One-Eyed Patrick.
Arr!!! If I coud read I’d bless ‘is black ‘eart!

[quaffs another cup o’ grog and falls over backward, snoring]

Years ago I appeared in a production of “treasure Island” playing a Pirate dick. I mean a pirate named “Dick.”

We pirates had numerous opportunities to ad-lib but very quickly the Director squashed any more use of the interjection “Arrr.”

It turns out that “Arrr” is the very first thing that everybody uses when they are a pirate and it is hard to come up with much else.

So I’m sorta all pirated out.

Matt,

We do, in fact, have a proper ship, but as it has been dispatched to Rigel to pick up the plank, (“Rigel: home of the best hobnails in the galaxy”),
it will be unavailable until sometime next Tuesday.

Arrrrrr, forgot to speak Pirate.

Matt,

We do, in fact, have a proper ship, but as it has been dispatched to Rigel to pick up the plank, (“Rigel: home of the best hobnails in the galaxy”),
it will be unavailable until sometime next Tuesday.

Arrrrrr, forgot to speak Pirate.

Tripp,

Does this help?

“Hop to it, dogs: Thar be leftover catering booty in the break room for plunderin’.”

“Arrr, matey, have your parrot call my parrot and we’ll partake of noontime grub together.”

“Be that a peg leg, or arrr ye just happy to cast yer eyes upon me?”

“Ye bent my ear with yer lubberly questions WITHOUT tryin’ a reboot first? Arrr! It’s the plank for you, ye mangy cur… and thank ye for calling Microsoft Tech Support!”

“Aye, if it’s a large treasure chest and amazin’ booty ye seek, fix yer gaze upon the receptionist.”

“Avast, ye demon copy machine! Taste the wrath of my arse!”

I agree there’s an over abundance of “Arrrs”, but then there’s so much more.

Tripp,

Does this help?

“Hop to it, dogs: Thar be leftover catering booty in the break room for plunderin’.”

“Arrr, matey, have your parrot call my parrot and we’ll partake of noontime grub together.”

“Be that a peg leg, or arrr ye just happy to cast yer eyes upon me?”

“Ye bent my ear with yer lubberly questions WITHOUT tryin’ a reboot first? Arrr! It’s the plank for you, ye mangy cur… and thank ye for calling Microsoft Tech Support!”

“Aye, if it’s a large treasure chest and amazin’ booty ye seek, fix yer gaze upon the receptionist.”

“Avast, ye demon copy machine! Taste the wrath of my arse!”

I agree there’s an over abundance of “Arrrs”, but then there’s so much more.

Concerning cake vs pie for a birthday:If you have pie, it has to be a one-crust pie. A top crust tends to interfere with candles.39 is indeed a young laddie. I have a daughter who is 37. But it was entertaining watching the Earth’s crust cool back when I was young.

Alas, me mates, me wager has hit the drink too. Ol’ Thunderplanks surely is becalmed in the void or worse! lost in the tortugas questing fer the secrets of the lost colonists.

Wait! Has any ye seen the cabin boy?

Best wishes to ye, Matey Jim, but cake and pie on a pirate ship? Bilge! This ain’t the royal pleasure barge, yer lordship. It’s hardtack and apples for you, I fear. But buck up. Back in the day ye would have got 39 with the cat, and one to grow on. An old pirate tradition, that is, what I just made up.
Tell you what. Next merchant vessel we board, I’m putting the steel to a swab in your honor!

Best wishes to ye, Matey Jim, but cake and pie on a pirate ship? Bilge! This ain’t the royal pleasure barge, yer lordship. It’s hardtack and apples for you, I fear. But buck up. Back in the day ye would have got 39 with the cat, and one to grow on. An old pirate tradition, that is, what I just made up.
Tell you what. Next merchant vessel we board, I’m putting the steel to a swab in your honor!

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