The ants go marching one by one…

This evacuation has been made possible by Rita.

Yes, we are leaving the Keys. It’s 7:30 pm and we’re in Miami, but we haven’t figured out where we are staying yet.

We have a couple of options:

A.) Sleep outside in the truck.
B.) Go back to the Keys.
C.) Catch the next shuttle to the moon.

As you can see, all of these are interesting options. I guess we could just be dull and get a hotel.

Actually the situation is much more complicated that this but the details are too detaily and boring and it’s much more fun to pretend we’re gonna camp outside during a tropical storm/hurricane.

Signing off…. uh, I mean, ARRGHH! Landlubbers! I know ye be jealous of our plundering and pillaging! Put yer fingers to the keyboard and write us a wee comment.

Hmm… my pirate sorta turned Scottish there at the end.

Aarrgh! Shiver me timbers!

Two posts in one day! I know. I’m being indulgent.

But we have breaking news that can not wait.

Tomorrow, September 19th is Talk Like A Pirate Day.

Oh man, I can not wait.

Go here to get all your websites translated. Here’s an example.

“Hey, what’s going on? I’m having a boring day but I thought I’d sit here and tell you all about it. I clipped my toenails earlier after writing a poem about the full moon. Then I thought about how great it would be to sail the seas as a pirate. So now I should probably figure out what I’m having for dinner. Bye now!”

would read as…..

“Hey, what’s goin’ on? (Aaarrrrhhh!) I’m havin’ a borin’ day but I thought I’d sit here ‘n tell ye all ’bout it. (Weigh anchor!) I clipped me toenails earlier aft writin’ a poem ’bout the loaded t’ the gunwales moon. (Sink me!) Then I thought ’bout how hearty it would be t’ sail the seas as a pirate. (AAARRGGHHH!) So now I should probably figure out what I’m havin’ for dinner. (Aaarrhhh, me parrot!) Bye now!”

So me hearties, keep yer deadlights open and yer ears too! Ye might run across a fellow landlubber runnin about like a true pirate. So don’t go bein a bilge rat and spoilin all the fun…. lest ye want to dance with Jack Ketch.

Stinky Cheese

I’m not sure when “cheese” became a humorous thing to me. I’m sure it’s been an evolution and my “cheese=funny” point of view is a product of many things.

Wallace and Gromit definitely contributed. (“It’s CHEESE Gromit!”)

I couldn’t tell you exactly why, but I have a sneaking suspicion that Monty Python might have something to do with it as well. (Thank you Brian and Tim.)

I just watched an old episode of The Muppet Show starring a very young and suprisingly unfunny Steve Martin. The funniest bit was Gonzo dancing the Flamenco with a wedge of cheese.

Here is a piece of cheese knowledge that might come in handy when socializing with the Cheese elite. Or if those Sargento Mafia types ever hold a hunk of Gouda to your head you can impress them with this: Hard cheese generally gets better with age.

It’s true. I learned it from Trivial Pursuit. When I read that card I actually, and purposefully, got a piece of paper and a pen and wrote that puppy down. I carried it around with me for weeks because no matter what life threw at me…. I didn’t want to forget that hard cheese is best when it’s geriatric cheese.