Signor Ravelli says in an inoffensive mock-Italian accent:
“Ah, what do you do?! You craze!”


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So today be "Talk Like A Pirate" day. And inspired by today's theme, I wasted me time doing piratey themed Floyd pictures. Shiver me timbers and things like that.

This started out strictly pirate-themed but along the way, Syd and Roger became Cash Money Millionaires. Note Roger’s gold grill, which probably be an improvement:


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The Kid From Brooklyn is my personal hero. I wish he could be my grandfather. And I was always very proud of my sailor’s mouth but he outshines me magnificently.

The Kid on…

Starbucks

The deli

Italian-American stereotypesAnd ha ha, The Duke-Squire and myself meet Corpsey Raymond! (sadly you can't see the retarded half-shaved head and ( Read more... )

As promised, here are my beautiful Floydian animals. Just ignore my amazing incompetence as an artist. Oh, and prepare to wait for some very large pictures to load as well. Too tired to make any snarky accompanying comments tonight...or rather this morning.

First we have Mason, who is the resident rat:


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Rocksecret is fun. But rather than post mine there, as I don't find them terribly interesting, I'm putting them up here instead:


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We had our little going away party for Syd yesterday and here be some (rather small) photos from that event. Oh and um, I really hope that no one takes any offense to this. It's our own way of honoring his memory and showing how much we loved him.

The cake before:


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Dearest Paul,

This evening I sampled your late wife's frozen pizza for the first time. Unfortunately, however, they was no silver disk for crisping and the result was really crappy, soggy pizza. Please reimburse me for the food. KTHXBYE

Happy birthday, Gilmour. May you still continue to remind me of a baby/Udo Kier hybrid for many years to come.