A Dissipated Mind

Knitting, spinning, sewing, weaving, and ranting my way through the French farce crossed with a Greek tragedy that is my world.

Beer is living proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy.
-- Benjamin Franklin, statesman/inventor

Monday, September 19, 2005

Avast!

It's Talk Like a Pirate Day! How could I forget! I should go home and make myself a cabin-boy/girl outfit and figure out to hoist the mizzen or something. Arg!



My pirate name is:


Bloody Bess Flint



Every pirate lives for something different. For some, it's the open sea. For others (the masochists), it's the food. For you, it's definitely the fighting. Like the rock flint, you're hard and sharp. But, also like flint, you're easily chipped, and sparky. Arr!

Get your own pirate name from fidius.org.

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