Arrrr! and Avast! and Such Things

Aye, me hearties, 'tis International Talk Like A Pirate Day, so commence with the speechifyin' or I'll gut ye from stem to stern! Landlubbers, one and all...

Ahem.

For those in the mood for a piratin' type story, or portions thereof, checkout Act One of L'Abbatoir - which starts here - the tale of a steampunkity vessel in an otherwise (attempted) historically accurate 1630's (if I remember correctly, it's set in 1632) Caribbean. It's a couple years old, and I haven't received a word of feedback on it, so I expect it's no good, but hey, it's there for the reading. When I get a chance, I may actually finish Acts Two (which is almost there) and Three (which is an outline)

Crossroads Headcutting Alternate Ending

And wrapping up the Crossroads theme, I give you this, which most assuredly is not, aurally, a part of Crossroads:

( After watching, make with the clickety... )

Brandonisms

Mr. B: Do you capisce me?
Me: I capisce you.
Mr. B: Thank you. I'm glad you capisce me. I really appreciate that.