PZ Myers. 2004 Sep 19. It's a pirate's life for me. <http://pharyngula.org/index/weblog/its_a_pirates_life_for_me/>. Accessed 2008 Dec 01.
Posted on M00o93H7pQ09L8X1t49cHY01Z5j4TT91fGfr on Sunday, September 19, 2004
It's a pirate's life for me
In case you hadn't noticed, it is Talk Like A Pirate Day. You're going to have to deal with this stuff all day long. And just think how my kids are going to feel.
In case you aren't quite feeling up to the challenge, you can let the computer do much of your work for you. Check out this page of pirate translators. If you're using WordPress, there's a nifty text-to-pirate filter by Dougal Campbell you can install on your web page. If you don't have your own weblog, you can process anyone's through the Pirate Page Translator.
If you are using Expression Engine, as all the cool kids do, I've written a pirate translator plug-in for Expression engine that you can download and install. I freely admit that I stole the core code from Dougal Campbell, but that's OK—pirate, you know.
Just a word of warning: all your comments get filtered through the pirate plugin, too, so what you type isn't necessarily what you'll get. That's all part of the fun. This is a seductive technology, though…I'm tempted to write a sycophant plug-in to manipulate the comments further.
- This be toooo hilarious.
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Obviously, I should have posted about The Pirates of Penzance a few days later than I actually did. Once again, I miss the boat
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Covington: No laffin' unless you be wantin' a pistol ball in the belly. Now swab th' decks.
Miriam: you're just ahead of the curve. -
Funny, though, the RSS feed was plain. I had to come to the web page to get the full pirate experience, argh!
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This looks like fun!
Some pirate talk...
I'm *fuel-injected*, I'll live forever and remember it afterwards! Yes, I'm the purple flower of China, give me wide berth; when I drop my drawers, Father Time swoons! I pick the boiling terror of the sub-human Men from Mars out of my *teat*! But YEEE HAW! let the dinosaurs bear witness! I do it for *fun*! *False Prophets* cringe at my tread! I *cannot* be tracked on radar! YEEEEEHAW!
I circumcize slabs o' wimp meat with my teeth and make 'em leave a tip; I change tires with my *tongue* and my *tool*! I am a fargin' *visionary*, I see the future and the past in comic books and wine bottles; I eat *black holes* for breakfast! I've sired dipsticks across the Bermuda Triangle, I cook and *eat* my dead; YEE! YEEE! I'm the Unshaven Thorn Tree of Hong Kong! I circumcize bodiless fiends with my teeth and make 'em leave a tip;
I make a *spectacle* of myself! I steer my *own* evolution! Yes, I'm the cosmic flower of the Atlantis Zoo, give me wide berth; when I drop my drawers, God swoons! I have my *own* personal saviors, I change 'em every hour, I don't give a crap if there's life after death, I want to know if there's even any *Slack* after death! They'll *never* clean *my* cage!
HaHaHaHa!!!!!#: Posted by Charlie Wagner on 09/19 at 09:22 AM -
Arrrr!
Also, I be applaudin' yer use of Zapfino. Ye scurvy dog.#: Posted by Andrew Willett on 09/19 at 09:51 AM -
Aye, Jenn, ye be subscribed to ye olde lubberly feed. There also be a new piratical-like feed, if'n ye'd like to read Pharyngula in pirate-talk evermore.
Arrr, and I do dearly love me Zapfino. I laugh at those Windows dogs who are high and dry with mere Monotype Corsiva, missing the swashbuckling swoops and swirls—it's like watchin' Costner when you could be readin' Sabatini. - YAR! I see no pirates here, only a bunch of jelly-legged, glasses wearin' land-lubbers with their infernal contraptions just beggin' to be sent to Davey Jones' locker with a cutlass in the guts. Ye be as funny as an itchy eye-patch ya mutinous bastard sons of jackals.