Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum

I have a slight obsession with pirates. I even wrote my Senior Capstone paper on female pirates during the Golden Age of Piracy.

Last night, a bunch of us played an awesome board game where you get to BE pirates, and sail around, plundering, blowing each other up, and burying treasure.

According to the internet, my official pirate name is...

My pirate name is:

Mad Mary Flint

Every pirate is a little bit crazy. You, though, are more than just a little bit. You can be a little bit unpredictable, but a pirate's life is far from full of certainties, so that fits in pretty well. Arr!

Get your own pirate name from piratequiz.com.
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Come on, you know you want to be a pirate.

Technology Gripes

My desktop is old. Almost 7 years old now. And I asked for a big, fatty jump drive for Christmas so that I could start moving files.

I got out my jump drive this morning, and tried to turn the computer on.

Nothing.

It died.

Now, I'm in the market for a new desktop, and I am wondering how I am supposed to get my files off of the old one.

Don't you hate it when things like that happen?

Poop.

Merry Christmas, Santa Clause

My class illustrated the poem "Twas the Night Before Christmas" this week. They were each assigned to copy one couplet of the poem, and then draw the illustration that would go along with that piece. (And believe me, I got some real gems.)

One little boy was assigned this line: "The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, And the smoke encircled his head like a wreath."

He came to me confused, and when I explained the line, his eyes grew really wide, and he blurted,

"HE SMOKES? HE WORKS FOR HEAVENLY FATHER, AND HE SMOKES?!"

Nothing like a little classic literature to get you in a holiday mood!