Neural Gourmet Archives | Feed Your Brain
Neural Gourmet Archives | Feed Your BrainAarr, shipmates, if I may make so bold as to board yer clean-lined galleon, and mull over a few thoughts from this addled brain o' mine. If it were a navy ship, I'd be salutin' the poop deck, and doffin' me cap, but I'm sure you're all a bunch of easy-livin' rogues who don't hold with such stiffness.
I've seen and admired this stately vessel of yours a few times on the high sea, and I've served on other boats with one or two of you, but I never got round to signin' my name in blood to make a pact with this crew o' outlaws. Makin' lists ain't somethin' a true pirate does anyway.
But then yer good cap'n, under his nom de guerre 'Salvor Hardin' in the busy port o' Democratic Underground, warned there was a filter on today on Neural Gourmet, so that yer talk might be a bit more pirate-like than usual. So I scanned the horizon on this point o' the compass, and sure enough, it's as if the ghost o' Blackbeard himself is back amongst us. I got to wonderin' what might happen if you try to piratify true pirate talk? So, I'm swingin' a line into these waters, to fathom the depths of that question.
But the real spooky thing, that'll send a shiver down your spine as if you'd been giv'n the Evil Eye, is that the sea shanty I was listenin' to, at the very moment I looked at this site, was "Pirates" by Cap'n Emerson, First Mate Lake and Cook Palmer. I hadn't been on the high seas o' the Internet for most o' the last sennight, so I had no idea o' International Talk Like a Pirate Day when I put on the CD nearly an hour 'fore.
I ken well such talk o' coincidence or fate here on Neural Gourmet is like chum to a school o' sharks. But there be a paradox here: Neural Gourmet may be a nest o' clear-thinkin', rational lubbers as has ne'er been seen on the Spanish Main before, but, on International Talk Lie a Pirate Day, should the crew be thinkin' like pirates - an' we all know pirates and such seadogs are the most superstititous, fate-fearin' bunch in the Seven Seas an' beyond?
So, in that spirit, I say that ELP ditty was a sign, tellin' me I should sign on wi' this scurvy crew, sharpish.
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Ye be asking a real 'ken question there. Oh sure, we pirates be all superstitious and such in the olden days but it's 2006. We've gone high tech. So though we be keeping with tradition, protecting our cultural identity and all, we'll happily pillage any chest'o'knowledge like it were filled with the finest gold you ever did see. Yarr!
And I agree, Cap'n Emerson be one of the saltiest dogs that ever did sail the sea and didn't take no gruff from no ivory.
