Ahoy! Once again it be that time o' year when the Dread Cleolinda an' her crew o' salty dogs steer Good Ship Split Infinitive into port. And with us, we bring a fine haul o' linkspam from the four corners of the seven seas ( Read more... )

Begad, me old swabs, I be the Dread Captain Cleolinda, and I would sing ye the chanties of the Good Ship Split Infinitive except that it was BOARDED this black morn. I already had me eye on the horizon on behalf o' me stepfather, who be expectin' a barrel of swag from the Privateers in Brown, when--avast! There be a rapping at the foremast! So I ( Read more... )

Begad, me old salts, it's come to this: me poxy sinuses mutinied and put me out to sea in a longboat wi' naught but maggoty hardtack, a blackjack o' water, and me last linkspam. I'd've been set out to feed the fish but for the bonny crew that came and weighed me up like an anchor. Up then strode a buccaneer with a monkey on his shoulder and a glint ( Read more... )

Yarrrr, me scurvy knaves and salty dogs, 'tis a misty morn on the Good Ship Split Infinitive, and we've a strong breeze in our sails. Nathless, yer good cap'n, the Dread Cleolinda, spent yonder night tossin' and turnin' in her bunk. Me sniffer be bunged up, and I be hackin' up slime beasties since the wee hours o' the morn. It be not me timbers ( Read more... )

Arrrr! Greetin's, Salutations, an' "Yar" from Blackhearted Cleo, Princess of the High Seas, Terror of the Spanish Main, an' Cap'n of the HHS Split Infinitive. (Aye, o' course it be no longer HH Her Ship, it be HH my ship. ARRRR ( Read more... )