Yarrr...gh.
Well, me hearties, I remained in pirate character for twelve hours yesterday. From 7:00am to 7:00pm, every word I spoke or typed had the distinctive flavor of buccaneering. In addition to driving my mother and her co-workers mad and disturbing the nice people at the local Subway, I gave myself a fine sore throat and a lasting tendency to type "me" for "my" and mutter "arrr" in moments of frustration.
Because I couldn't find any official records on the subject, I hereby declare myself the International Champion of Talking Like a Pirate for a Long Time. Challenges must wait until next year.
In other news, on my doctor's advice, I'm keeping myself hopped up on high doses of anti-inflammatories, which seem to be helping my knee quite a bit. Speaking of which, I'm due for another 800mg of Motrin. Mmm.
And now, an anecdote:
When my brother visited home this weekend, he brought a copy of Advent Children that he'd burned to DVD but been unable to watch yet. Naturally, I was up for a second viewing, so we took over a TV and geeked way out. The next day, shortly before he left, we were re-watching our favorite fight scenes on his laptop, and my grandmother leaned over to see what we were doing during the skull-cracking awesomeness that is Tifa vs. Loz.
"I don't see why they can't be friends," said my grandmother. "It's a man and a woman, and they're both young and healthy, so why not?"
All I want for Christmas is an opportunity to use that line.
Because I couldn't find any official records on the subject, I hereby declare myself the International Champion of Talking Like a Pirate for a Long Time. Challenges must wait until next year.
In other news, on my doctor's advice, I'm keeping myself hopped up on high doses of anti-inflammatories, which seem to be helping my knee quite a bit. Speaking of which, I'm due for another 800mg of Motrin. Mmm.
And now, an anecdote:
When my brother visited home this weekend, he brought a copy of Advent Children that he'd burned to DVD but been unable to watch yet. Naturally, I was up for a second viewing, so we took over a TV and geeked way out. The next day, shortly before he left, we were re-watching our favorite fight scenes on his laptop, and my grandmother leaned over to see what we were doing during the skull-cracking awesomeness that is Tifa vs. Loz.
"I don't see why they can't be friends," said my grandmother. "It's a man and a woman, and they're both young and healthy, so why not?"
All I want for Christmas is an opportunity to use that line.