ATTENTION, IMMATURE PEOPLE WHO READ THIS BLOG

Here's a headline for you.

(Thanks to Jim Gilboy)

Comments

[SW]

You rang?

[Beevis and Butthead]

Heh heh heh, he said, "Uranus".

[ellie]

Jim McKeegan drew the short straw, did he?

[Wench Dunkin' Punkin o' Poo]

Well, I did just have it bleached. *blush*

[Cap'n Brett Roughknuckles]

Must be all of that anal bleaching paying off.

[Cap'n Alana Sagginsails]

So the boy is carrying a sloshing bucket below Uranus?

[SW]

Note the attempt in the first line to get us to mispronounce it.

[Jack Watson]

Never sneak up on a gorilla and hoof it in the nuts. Turns out they take umbrage at that. Just six more weeks in this body cast.......

[Cap'n Brett Roughknuckles]

Nice psychic-simul their, Wench!

[SW]

Will it be having an annular eclipse?

[Grace O'Malley, Irish Pirate Queen]

Funny how it coincides with Boss's Day.

[insomniac]

so if uranus is foaming-a-lot maybe it's time to lay off the peroxide...

[Jazzzz]

....There's NO anus like Ur-anus, There's No anus I know...

[Grace O'Malley, Irish Pirate Queen]

Arrrr, shouldn't it be Yar-anus?

["Chocolate" Jane Slasher]

snorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrk! (in honor of TLAP day)

[Wench Lizzy]

Arrrgh, I really be takin' no interest in Uranus!

[Wench Lizzy]

Arrrgh, I really be takin' no interest in seeing Uranus!

[Pirate Burt the Off-White (aka WriterDude)]

*snork* @ Jazzzz.

OT alert: My blog received official International Talk Like a Pirate Day recognition here. Whether this is a ringing rather than stinging endorsement, I will leave for others to interpret.

We return you now to yAAAAAr regularly scheduled bleachings.

[Wench Lizzy]

ARRRRRGH! Cursed be thy name, Bot!

[Cap'n Brett Roughknuckles]

That Moby Dick be a bleached whale!

[Grace O'Malley, Irish Pirate Queen]

Nor do I care for the likes of yer Lil Dipper.

[Grace O'Malley, Irish Pirate Queen]

Hey, Ishmael. Call me.

[Cap'n Alana Sagginsails]

OT but funny to me/
I was setting up my new Schwab® account and was deep into discussion with the financial dude at the other end- all business. He had to put me on hold to look something up (or gossip to all the other folks at the other end about I have the financial management skills and attention span of a chimpanzee on crystal meth- I can never tell which), so I checked out the blog. Just as I finished re-reading the pirate-with-the-itch post by SW and figuring it out, and laughing REALLY hard, he came back to tell me how to fix the problem. I couldn't stop laughing and so I had to explain that it was TLAPD, a piece of information that clearly had not made it to financial circles, and I just finished reading this really funny joke and did he want to hear it? He said yes, because Schwab hires people that will humor crazed hyperactive chimpanzees, so I read the joke to him. He laughed too, and we managed to finish the discussion about mutual funds through giggles and while i was wiping tears from my eyes. Apparently, the S&P 500 index for investors requires a $50,000 minimum investment, but I didn't have that and I told him I suspected that most folks who had 50K laying around waiting for mutual fund placement didn't know that it was TLAPD. I made a vow that if I ever DO have it, that I will still remember TLAPD.
/OT

[Edgar Greenbeard]

Yar, Always remember it be TLAPD, and one day ye may find yurr treasure. But you'll probably just die a pauperrrrr

[Grace O'Malley, Irish Pirate Queen]

Arrr, EG, after that dreary comment, we should Schwab the poop deck with yer ugly puckered mug.

[Wench Dunkin' Punkin o' Poo]

Aaarrrrrrrrrrr! There be weevils in me bunghole!

[Edgar Greenbeard]

Arr, I be one depressin' matey. And th'ts wi'out th' grog.

[Grace O'Malley, Irish Pirate Queen]

Pipe down, frivolous wench, lest the rest be wantin' weevils, too.

[Grace O'Malley, Irish Pirate Queen]

Yes, EG, y'are, and yer drivin' CJ's nuts.

[Cap'n Brett Roughknuckles]

Not Me! Or at woist the lesser of two weevils!

[Edgar Greenbeard]

It be my gift to the warld.

[Cheryl (of the plunderin' Cheryls)]

I'm busy pillaging up in Connecticut. First mate Meanie the Bluebeard -- have ye docked at Barrrrrrnes & Noble yet? Do they be having bloggable wireless there??? Looking to hear from ye soon.

[Wyo make-it-noon Cowboy]

Thankee, Cap'n Brett, for the fond nod to to me ol' favorite second favorite writer, Patrick O'Brian.

[EB]

Me Hearties! I've a been beached here in ND.. some
Matey come save me..

arrrrrrr, EB (that's the best TLAPD I can do)

[Astro-boy]

Contrary to McKeegan's condescension it is quite easy to find Uranus by yourself with the use of a mirror

[Decrepit Eve Read (gjd)]

Bill Nye the Science Guy is teaching kids to pronounce it OOR-in-us. Takes much of the fun out of it...

[Cap'n Brett Roughknuckles]

Figured it's not plagiAAAaaarism if it be obvious!

[Cap'n Brett Roughknuckles]

Anybody else be thinking it amiss that the DaveBlog be sponsored by a low-flow toilet? That periodically flushes Real Estate TV?

Just me, then.

[Cap'n Helga Beerbong]

ARRRRRRRRRRR me mateys!! I be back from going to my daughter's parent night at the HS plunderin' an' pillagin'! where's me rrrrrrrrrum?? I be needin' s'me o' that!

[Cap'n Brett Roughknuckles]

Avast ye deck apes! Load grape shot boxed wine and fire!

[Just Ducky]

YARRRRR! How was Pirate's Parent's Night, Helga? That be thirsty work, scarin' all the scurvy teachers!

*slides a mojito down the barrrrr*

[Wyo Cowboy]

*snork* @ "grape shot = boxed wine"

[Cap'n Helga Beerbong]

*snorrrrrrrrrrrrrk* @ Wench Poo an' Cap'n Brett's urrrrranus bleachin'!

It be me first thought when I read this fine arrrrrrticle, it be!

Aye, Cap'n Brett! I thank ye fer the fine boxed wine grog.

[Cap'n Helga Beerbong]

It be a fine night, Cap'n Abigail, but not a one be talkin' like a pirate. They be arrrrrrrrtsy landlubbers, the lot o' 'em!

*chugs the mojito*

ARRRRRR that be quenchin' me thirrrrrrrrst!

[Just Ducky]

I remember feeling very strange going to Parent's Night when the boyduckling was a senior, and realizing it was my LAST ONE EVER.

[Cap'n Helga Beerbong]

I know Ducky!!! This WAS my last one at the HS level. We did go to the college girl's Parent weekend last year and I plan to go this year as well.

oh...ARRRRRRRRRRRR!!

[Betsy]

I'll keelhaul the lot o'yez if ye don't be sharin' them mojitos with yer hearrrrrrrty band o' blogsisters, Cap'n Helga. (That scurvy lot o' blogbrothers can fend fer themselves...)

[Long Jane Silverrrrplate]

I'll keelhaul the lot o'yez if ye don't be sharin' them mojitos with yer hearrrrrrrty band o' blogsisters, Cap'n Helga. (That scurvy lot o' blogbrothers can fend fer themselves...)

[Just Ducky]

*slides mojito down to Long Jane* Cheerrrrrs!

[Cap'n Helga Beerbong]

Aye, Long Jane!! don't ye be gettin' yer pantaloons in a bunch! there be plenty o' grog fer us here at the blogbarrrrrrrr.

[Pirate Burt the Off-White (aka WriterDude)]

Hey, JD -- sorry, Cap'n Abigail -- if you're still around, please don't flap off for the night just yet. I'm sending an email to you in a few minutes.

[Cap'n Brett Roughknuckles]

Long Jane be firing to port and starboard! Turn three sheets to the wind!

[Just Ducky]

All rrrrighty, Pirate Burt!

[Smugglin' Ian Scabb]

Ahoy mateys! Ya know it be a fine day when your fellow ship mates be speaking the language of the sea with ya! Especially when your boss be givin' ya your review with it. Oh, and real pirates don't drink frilly wench drinks like MoeJeeToes, they drink a fine ale or rum.

[Cap'n Helga Beerbong]

AYE, Smugglin' Ian!! I be drrrrrinkin' the rrrrrrum with ya on this fine e'enin'!

Where be the blogbarrrrrr wench???

[Pirate Burt the Off-White (aka WriterDude)]

Ahoy, ye should have it now, JD.

[Meanie the Bluebeard, Pirate Bureaucrat]

Blast ye landlubbin' rumsuckers, thar be Meanies aboard!

[Just Ducky]

Got it, Burt! Cye.

*Mixes up new batch of mojitos, slides cold one to Cap'n Helga* Anyone else?

[Cap'n Helga Beerbong]

ARRRRRRRRRR Meanie the Blueshirtbeard!! An' a fine lot ye be! How be the strrrrrrrumpetin' with Cap'n Dave??

[Just Ducky]

Ahoy, Meanie! A finer group o' pirates I have never seen! With Cap'n Blog, no less!

*Turns green from envy*

[Meanie the Bluebeard, Pirate Bureaucrat]

Cap'n Blog had total command over a full ship of mutinous sea salts, including this Layzee scalawag.

I also spotted the ghost of Admiral Lairbo, who ran like a rat from a camera.

Best line of the night was when a woman asked Dave why he would allow his column to be published in the likes of a rag like the NY Daily News. After explaining that he had no control over what newspapers his syndicated column appeared in, he buried a cutlass deep (very tongue in cheek) by asking the lady "And just how many papers have you been published in?"

[Cap'n Brett Roughknuckles]

Belay that, Ian. Mojitos be water (ice) and rum and that be grog! The mint leaf be for the scurvy!

Meanie, Little Meanie already looks uncertain... me thinks she sees through ye!

Just for fun and OT\

A building I never thought would survive the past Millenium is going to be saved. This is not one of my projects, but that of the worthless chum buckets I am proud to call me deck mates. It will be nought but(t) arses 'n' elbows for that crew for many a mile to come, trying to save that founderin' vessel!

End OT\

[SW]

Tomorrow's annular eclipse of Uranus will be best viewed from High-anus-port.

[Cap'n Brett Roughknuckles]

Nice blue shirt, Lairbo.

[SW]

Torpedoed her? I nearly sphincter!

[Meanie the Bluebeard, Pirate Bureaucrat]

I see you've finally found your colon, SW.

[SW]

But your view may be blocked by the assteroid belt.

(lol, meanie. I knew I'd find it in the end.)

[Cap'n Helga Beerbong]

Arrrrrrrrrr Bluebearrrrd! Seems like a grand grand night! I be gettin' my beerbong ready fer our Cap'n come next week when he be sailin' back to our waterrrrrrrrs!!

[Meanie the Bluebeard, Pirate Bureaucrat]

Good night and thank you, pirates and germs, you've been great, try the bilge rat, don't forget to tip your wench, and get home by dawn.

[Edgar Greenbeard]

There be only 17 minutes left me hearties.

[Cap'n Helga Beerbong]

How can he not find it?? it's right behind him.

[Pirate Burt the Off-White (aka WriterDude)]

Arrr, thank ye for sharing, Meanie. What be ye "Close Encounters of the Dave Kind" count now? Ye be making me look like a landlubber with only two.

Noticed that flickr added a little Jolly Roger to their logo in honor of today. We need to lobby Google, which did not, for the next 364 days, methinks.

[Cap'n Helga Beerbong]

Aye! I be gettin' me booty off to me bunk now...I be a tirrrred ass lass. Drrrrrrrink up me left hooked hearrrrrrties and I be seein' yer scurrrrvy mugs in he marrrrrrrrrnin'!!!

[Cap'n Brett Roughknuckles]

Ah jeez, punctuation. Is there going to be a test?

[Just Ducky]

Sweet drrreams, Helga!

[Mr Death]

What, nobody else read through the arrrticle to the second paragaph?

Finding Uranus for yourself can be a challenge, but a little persistence pays off.

I think the copywriter had too much fun coming up with that sentence.

[Shark Tooth John]

Not quite sure why none of ye picked up on this line from the referenced article; to wit:

Even naked-eye, Uranus looks slightly bluish

and

Like other gas giants, Uranus has a system of rings.

Now, given the don't ask, don't tell policy, has somebody been looking?

[Moon]

I'm tickled to see that Uranus is considered a gas giant.