I have one of my oldest and dearest friends visiting this weekend.

And those buccaneers drowned their sins in rum.

I need to come up with more staples for my kitchen that are not goddamn grains.

Every man aboard would have killed his mate for a bag of guineas or a piece of eight.

My cashier at Old Navy had a shirt with a tournament bracket between zombies, ninjas, pirates, and vampires, and the zombies won hands-down.

I have made Ninja Guacamole.

i did see Pirates last night before i got sick (or while i got sick... the ride back to the house was pretty uncomfortable) and my capsule review is that it was not as good as the original trilogy but it would have made an above average episode of the Captain Jack Sparrow TV show they have on Earth-2.

"Lookouts clapped on Paradise, and souls bound just contrariwise" is one of the most cleverest lyrics ever written.

It's as dark a tale as was ever told of the lust for treasure and the love of gold.

In addition to the traditional observances, I found out today that my Frankenstein poem got nominated for a Rhysling Award, officially making this the best shangyday of my life.