Sep 19, 2009 10:39
Yarr, as it do be International Talk Like a Pirate Day, this 'ere entry will be a-written in Pirate Dialect, savvy? An' if ye take issue wit it, ye can feel me cutlass up against yer scurvy throat. See if I don't.
It be a week since the move, an' what has transpired since? Arr, I mus' inform ye, I do find the pace o' life here passin' strange an' rather different from me former experience. Somethin' I hadna considered be the geography of this fair town, bein' so spread out an' distant as it were. Aparrrt from walkin' to class, which do be a good fifteen minute journey, a body mus' take the bus everywhere; there bein' no metro round these parts, ye must even take a bus to git to th' metro. Garr! This do make it difficult to get out an' about, see people, meet people, an' so on. I feel as tho' I ain't makin' the most of opportunities what present thesselves, for such fortune is a rare thing; tis a rarity that be unknown to me.
'T might be easier if I had a carrr to git to the barrrs, which arrr all rather farrr from the aparrrtment. I canna just walk out four blocks to Tavern anymore, which seems a trifle unfair; I dinna want to be shut in all the time. What I need, perhaps, is a crew what will accompany me for the swillin' an' pillagin' an' fine dinin' that the town has on offer. Meanwhile, me eyes are givin' me a fair bit o' hurt from starin' at the computer, as I have few other activities to do. (Tho I did starrrt aikido agin.) Arr, but the bottom line is that I do miss all o' yehs, what could go dinerin' at a moment's notice or wherever. Now I just don't know... it's lonely waters here. S'pose I'll hafta make the most of it, aye?