September 19th is International Talk Like a Pirate Day.
This is important for a number of reasons, but for Pastafarians it provides a convenient source of pirate-behavior data to substantiate the Pirates Vs. Temperature correlation which serves as a keystone of our religion. We expect to see a considerable drop in temperature worldwide on Tuesday the 19th, due to the widespread pirate activity taking place.
I will be collecting quantitative temperature data via the interwebs, but if you have anecdotal (or specious) evidence of unseasonably cold weather, please describe it for us as a comment to this post.
Also, if you’ve done anything amazingly piratey today, please leave a comment about it. We all need to do our part to reverse Global Warming.
You can expect a thorough report of my findings on Wednesday or Thursday.
-bobby
Arrrrr,
Shiver me meatballs.16 cannolies on a dead mans chest.
Yo ho ho and a bottle of Vino.
Stuck in Davy Jone’s locker,
Cap’n Chumscrubber
TRACKBACK
http://www.whistleblog.net/2006/09/18/pastafari/
Yar! I be new tho the pastafarian faith, but I’ve already got three converts, and thirty-odd bilge rats to join us on this day!
Yarrghh! Oi be from Australia too & Oi can vouch for the fellow Aussie poirate above that today were definitely a few degrees colder than recent days. Arrrgghh! Oi feels me timbers shivering as Oi be speakin’ these words.
BTW:
1. Fifteen men on a dead man’s chest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
Drink and the devil had done for the rest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
The mate was fixed by the bosun’s pike
The bosun brained with a marlinspike
And cookey’s throat was marked belike
It had been gripped by fingers ten;
And there they lay, all good dead men
Like break o’day in a boozing ken
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
2. Fifteen men of the whole ship’s list
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
Dead and be damned and the rest gone whist!
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
The skipper lay with his nob in gore
Where the scullion’s axe his cheek had shore
And the scullion he was stabbed times four
And there they lay, and the soggy skies
Dripped down in up-staring eyes
In murk sunset and foul sunrise
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
3. Fifteen men of ‘em stiff and stark
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
Ten of the crew had the murder mark!
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
Twas a cutlass swipe or an ounce of lead
Or a yawing hole in a battered head
And the scuppers’ glut with a rotting red
And there they lay, aye, damn my eyes
Looking up at paradise
All souls bound just contrawise
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
4. Fifteen men of ‘em good and true
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
Ev’ry man jack could ha’ sailed with Old Pew,
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
There was chest on chest of Spanish gold
With a ton of plate in the middle hold
And the cabins riot of stuff untold,
And they lay there that took the plum
With sightless glare and their lips struck dumb
While we shared all by the rule of thumb,
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
5. More was seen through a sternlight screen
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
Chartings undoubt where a woman had been
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
‘Twas a flimsy shift on a bunker cot
With a dirk slit sheer through the bosom spot
And the lace stiff dry in a purplish blot
Oh was she wench or some shudderin’ maid
That dared the knife and took the blade
By God! she had stuff for a plucky jade
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
6. Fifteen men on a dead man’s chest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
Drink and the devil had done for the rest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
We wrapped ‘em all in a mains’l tight
With twice ten turns of a hawser’s bight
And we heaved ‘em over and out of sight,
With a Yo-Heave-Ho! and a fare-you-well
And a sudden plunge in the sullen swell
Ten fathoms deep on the road to hell,
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
Yaaarr!
I be educatin’ new converts in the delights o’ the noodly appendage.
Ye can’t argue with science – the correlation is clear. Does Al Gore know a pirate-shortage is to blame? ‘E must be told.
Sanity ahoy!
Arrrgghhh. Just got back from swabbin’ the poop deck. Tis as cold as a witched teat hear in pennsylvania. Calling for snow possible later in the week.
Ahoy Matey! I be Capain McFeather The Third! For all yee landlubbers I come barin’ help so that you be the best Swashbucklin’, Buccanneer, ever to be sailin’ the grand, mighty sea!
http://www.yarr.org.uk/talk/