the wheel, she turns 'round again
Sep. 19th, 2007 11:31 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kageygirlO'course, me lovelies, today be
yet again!
(It's a barrel o'luck that The Boy be as pleased by the day as I be. There be lots of yarring comin' through me wee messenger box.)
I'll even tone down me colorful vocabulary, lest there be any confusion.
Ahoy, Potentially Crazy Guy on Subway,
If I've got a newspaper in my hand (and a pencil, while doing sudoku), I do not need ye t'be offering me a newspaper. If'n ye don't stop, I will be forced to actually look ye in the face, and if I find out ye be the same scallywag who plastered himself against me arse for four stops last week, then offered me--wait for it--a newspaper... well, I might be forced to break me sudoku pencil off in yer eye socket.
Savvy?
-The blonde trying to ignore ye, for yer own good
Ahoy, Writers of Transformers Crossover Fic,
I love ye, I do. I'd be happy as a clam t'see even more of it. But there's a wee problem that keeps interfering with me enjoyment o' yer fic.
(T'be sure, I can't say whether it's a problem within the fandom itself, or just w' people dabbling on the edges. I tried to do me research here, skimmed a comm, got distracted by the news that the movie be coming to the Jordan's Furniture IMAX theaters. Cap'n Kagey has a problem w' shiny objects sometimes.)
However mangled the pronunciation may be, it be spelled "sabot," as in "sabot rounds". With a T.
Thank ye kindly, and be about yer business!
-Cap'n Kagey, who hates wincin' in the middle o' perfectly fine fic
Avast, ye scurvy mangy dogs I work for,
Repeatedly askin' me opinion and then doing things yer own way anyway has produced within me a simmering cauldron o' rage that's likely to spill over whenever ye rock the boat. I'll take pure orders without a fuss, but to be pretending y'care what I think when y'don't is disingenuous, disrespectful, and disheartening.
Relying on me good nature to keep me from takin' a boxcutter to ye all is not a wise gamble. Me nature's not that good.
-th' angry wench w' a shiv sittin' within arm's reach at all times
And now I'd best be gettin' back t'me oar. This ship's like ta run aground at any moment...
yet again!
(It's a barrel o'luck that The Boy be as pleased by the day as I be. There be lots of yarring comin' through me wee messenger box.)
I'll even tone down me colorful vocabulary, lest there be any confusion.
Ahoy, Potentially Crazy Guy on Subway,
If I've got a newspaper in my hand (and a pencil, while doing sudoku), I do not need ye t'be offering me a newspaper. If'n ye don't stop, I will be forced to actually look ye in the face, and if I find out ye be the same scallywag who plastered himself against me arse for four stops last week, then offered me--wait for it--a newspaper... well, I might be forced to break me sudoku pencil off in yer eye socket.
Savvy?
-The blonde trying to ignore ye, for yer own good
Ahoy, Writers of Transformers Crossover Fic,
I love ye, I do. I'd be happy as a clam t'see even more of it. But there's a wee problem that keeps interfering with me enjoyment o' yer fic.
(T'be sure, I can't say whether it's a problem within the fandom itself, or just w' people dabbling on the edges. I tried to do me research here, skimmed a comm, got distracted by the news that the movie be coming to the Jordan's Furniture IMAX theaters. Cap'n Kagey has a problem w' shiny objects sometimes.)
However mangled the pronunciation may be, it be spelled "sabot," as in "sabot rounds". With a T.
Thank ye kindly, and be about yer business!
-Cap'n Kagey, who hates wincin' in the middle o' perfectly fine fic
Avast, ye scurvy mangy dogs I work for,
Repeatedly askin' me opinion and then doing things yer own way anyway has produced within me a simmering cauldron o' rage that's likely to spill over whenever ye rock the boat. I'll take pure orders without a fuss, but to be pretending y'care what I think when y'don't is disingenuous, disrespectful, and disheartening.
Relying on me good nature to keep me from takin' a boxcutter to ye all is not a wise gamble. Me nature's not that good.
-th' angry wench w' a shiv sittin' within arm's reach at all times
And now I'd best be gettin' back t'me oar. This ship's like ta run aground at any moment...
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Date: 2007-09-19 04:31 pm (UTC)Arrrrr!
(Isn't it odd how pirates and Klingons seem exactly the same?)
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Date: 2007-09-19 07:54 pm (UTC)(Hmm--big hair, bad teeth, an obsession with sashes... methinks you're on to something, here...)
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Date: 2007-09-19 07:11 pm (UTC)WP
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Date: 2007-09-19 07:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-19 07:48 pm (UTC)"Arrrr, me heartie!"
What do pirates from Boston say?
"Ahhhhh!"
::runs::
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Date: 2007-09-19 08:01 pm (UTC)Y'be as clever under yer cap as ye're fast on yer feet, me lovely!
(It's funnier as it's true...)
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Date: 2007-09-19 11:29 pm (UTC)