bloodyrosemccoy: (Pirate Key)
Got the pharmacy to switch my Fukitol back. I am slowly getting less vertigo-y, but I'm exhausted. It's amazing how difficult staggering around like you're on a pirate ship for a week can be.
bloodyrosemccoy: (Pirate Key)
Got a job interview tomorrow. I am resisting the urge to dress like a pirate for it, but only barely.
bloodyrosemccoy: (Shiver Me Whiskers)
Watching Pirates of the Caribbean again. Gotta say, I rather like the idea that Captain Jack Sparrow is constantly reassessing and recalculating his best move, like some wild but ultimately brilliant chessnmaster. They got a bit off track with that later on, but dang, it's a fun way to watch the first one. I love tricksters.

Plus, after all the overabundance of Depp since then, it's nice to be reminded just how hilariouusly, wonderully surprising this whole insane movie was.

Dangit, summer always makes me want to write pirate stories. Good thing I've got a perpetual piratical work in progress around. I hope I never finish it.
bloodyrosemccoy: (Pirate Key)
Well, it wasn’t a great birthday, what with driving 70 miles in an attempt to get my driver’s license renewed. (It’s my own damn fault: I kept forgetting, and today I had to head out there twice because I didn’t have my social security card the first time around.) I’ve been in a crummy mood all day and I’m not sure why, but I think I slept poorly or something. Not the best kind of birthday.

At least I got to listen to my Pirate Playlist while I did all that driving. Nothing like singing along to the Real McKenzies’ “Cross the Ocean” to lift the spirits

Plus, my aunt sent me a jar of honey from her beehives—damn good news, since the Annual Hayfever Apocalypse is in full swing and Lemon Zinger with honey is the perfect way to fix that—and a small package of appropriate cupcake decorations to complement Mom's card:

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Is anyone else confused by the fake beard on the parrot in that card? Everything else is fair enough by me, but why the beard?

Oh, and the pumpkins I was despairing over have started to, uh, pumpkinize. They’d better grow fast if they want to get ripe before the mid-October freak blizzard, but at least I don’t fail completely at pumpkin!

Probably with a bit more sleep and a round or two of Super Luigi Galaxy, things’ll be better. And if not, I’m sure another cupcake will do it.
bloodyrosemccoy: (Pirate Key)
Saw the new Pirates of the Caribbean movie tonight. It was fun!

I must admit, I was a little surprised when the Spanish Inquisition showed up. I did not expect that at all.
bloodyrosemccoy: (Lobot!)
[livejournal.com profile] gwalla keeps bugging me to give y’all a sampling of my music, and I keep trying to provide a thorough one. However, I’m starting to realize how bleedin’ impossible that is. So instead, here’s what I got from a cursory scan of the iPatch’s contents—organized, if you want to call it that, into random weird categories.

Alphabet Of Artists With A Significant Presence On The Giant Bloated Favorites List )

My Personal One-to-Three-Hit Wonders )

Songs That Make People Say 'You Have THAT?' )

Soundtracks )

And now, two playlists that were specifically asked after:

The Pirate Playlist )

NERRRRRD )

Well! That was fun! This isn’t all of it, of course, but if I keep going I’ll be here forever, and I’ll never get anything done.

Howbout y’all? What music do you like? See anything you’re a big old fan of?
bloodyrosemccoy: (Pirate Key)
Arr, me ’earties! I welcome ye to the latest iteration of me birthday—Talk Like A Pirate With A Heavy Cold Day!

It’s makin’ it a might hard to swash and buckle, so I’ll just be here in me hammock down below, sneezin’ enough to make me own bilgewater.

Oh, and in true pirate fashion, I’m going to be bad and not even bother catching up with the days I missed on my f-list! If anything earth-shaking has happened—you dug up a giant chest of ill-gotten gold and jewels,* or you captured a merchant vessel, or you got eaten by a kraken—you’ll have to let me know.

Arr, Scurvily,
Bloody Rose McCoy


*Although frankly I’d trade it all for a chest of old-school Nyquil.
bloodyrosemccoy: (Pirate Key)
I got coerced into watching The News Hour tonight because there was chocolate fondue in honor of Mom’s birthday.

I suck at watching real news, because the reporters are always straightfaced about this totally bonkers stuff happening in the world. Some things are so loony it’s hard to believe them, and today was like a highlight reel. Three of the topics focused on were:

-Pirates. Unfortunately, these are neither the fun swaggering grog-swilling pirates of story nor the kind that don’t have to watch five minutes of unskippable FBI guilt trips at the beginnings of legit DVDs telling you that you’re a scummy thief, because the pirates have pirated copies.* These are the kind of pirates who steal actual money and have now vowed they will engage in more murder and mayhem because a few of them got killed. Turns out holding a gun to a hostage’s head is not the best way to keep snipers off of you.

- Redshirts. Apparently, law enforcement officers in Thailand are called “redshirts.” Thai officials keep sending in more redshirts to try to keep the peace during some riots. And, yes, they go the way of all redshirts. I may have cried out, “My god, it’s TRUE!” at some point.

-Footage of Obama during the White House Easter Egg Roll. I don’t believe I’ve ever seen a POTUS frolic before. I didn’t even know that was a verb you could actually do, but dude was all, “WHEE! Easter eggs!”


*This always seemed a little strange to me. I know they can’t very well stick these warnings on the bootlegs, but as far as I’m concerned five minutes of shame-on-you PSAs are a deterrent to buying legit items, since you get punished for it. You can get right to the movie with a bootleg.
bloodyrosemccoy: (Christmas Tree)

5. Do you like eggnog?

Yes, but as so many people say, I can’t have much of it at once.  I know of only one person who will polish off glass after glass, and that is my brother.

 

He could do this from the time he was three. Hell, he’d go around and finish off other people’s eggnog.  Lots of other people’s! Other people who were grown-ups, and who had the grown-up eggnog. Which we realized when he couldn’t stop giggling into his yams at dinner.

 

My brother’s past: not actually suitable for minors.

 

“Eggnog” was also, for reasons that escape me at the moment, one of our budgie’s nicknames.  Sometimes this got changed to “Nogz” or “Noggors.” We are a weird family.

Incidentally, what the hell is “nog,” anyway?  That we have to modify it with “egg” suggests that nog does not necessarily have to contain eggs, but I have never heard of any other kind of nog.  Can other things be nogged?  Can you have, say, rhubarb nog, or chicken broth nog, or cottage cheese nog?  God, I hope not.


ETA: Avast and holy toledo, you guys, Wikipedia sez the word eggnog may be a shortening of "eggs-and-grog"!  Do you know what this means?  PIRATE CHRISTMAS DRINK!
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International Talk Like a Pirate Day
National POW/MIA Recognition Day
Saint Gennaro Feast Day
 
Mateys, I’ll not lie to ye—this birthday has been one I’ll be glad t’ see vanish over the horizon. I spent most o’ th’ day loadin’ and unloadin’ cargo, getting’ me sister set up in her living space so she can get a top-rate education. (It’d do ye a turn t’ see her apartment, mateys, for apparently the head is in the hallway.)
 
But! While today was powerful depressing as far as birthdays go, yesterday was a far sight better. I’ll soon be tellin’ ye tales o’ me grand shore leave, with the Monterey Bay Aquarium an’ a return to the pub with such gravy that I swore nigh five years ago I’d enjoy its like again someday.
 
And today was not entirely bereft of things piratical:

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Th’ Santa Cruz Boardwalk be a strange place, and no mistake. Truth be told, me hearties, the aquarium does me heart more good.  (Do you know how SOFT bat rays are?) But hey—I can’t be turnin’ me nose up at me pirate brethren, now, can I?
Arr,
Bloody Rose McCoy

Hit Parade

Sep. 16th, 2008 03:18 pm
bloodyrosemccoy: (Random Sentences)
Ann Bradstreet Day
Mayflower Day
Women's Friendship Day
UN International Day for the Preservation of the Ozone Layer
Anniversary - General Motors (100 years)
Anniversary - Old Ironsides Saved by Poem
Cherokee Strip Day (Ok)
Independence Day (Mexico)
Independence Day (Papua New Guinea)


Some of y’all know this already, but my birthday is International Talk Like A Pirate Day. The day reserved for celebrating my inclusion in this life is now also a cheap silly holiday in which people dress in silly costume and talk like a cultural icon that has been highly bastardized from its original, brutish source into a bright cheery symbol of fun.

I am totally all for this. I love me some pirates. Before this happened my birthday was a boring one, with the only historical connections being that at some point on a September 19 a pair of hicks got probed by space aliens. So this is an improvement.

Not that nothing has ever happened to me on my birthday! Sure, I quit having birthday parties early on because I realized they weren’t actually very fun, and sure my Super Sweet Sixteen was spent passed out on the couch with a heavy cold, but sometimes stuff just happens. Like the time my friend gave me a pair of little froggies in a bowl for my ninth birthday—we had those little dudes for years. Or my fifteenth birthday, which featured the lecture Girls! Don’t Have Sex Or You Will Give Birth To Horrible Cyclops Babies.* And there was the Indian Ocean hike on my twenty-second.**

This year, I am planning to be either at the Monterey Bay Aquarium, or, if not there specifically, then at least somewhere awesome in Southern California, since tomorrow we leave to take my little sister to school. So if I’m not around Friday, I suggest you hoist a cup of grog and say a yo-ho for me anyway, because it’s always nice to be remembered.


*Replete with visual aid: a jar of formaldehyde hosting an illustrative cycloptic lamb head. For the record, I believe the lecture was ostensibly on poisonous plants.

Other weird lectures I have heard: Vegetables Are Delicious And Ganesh Invented The Internet; I Am A Magic Face-Reader And So Can You!; Rainbows And Worms Are Interconnected Because Of Quantum; and Squatting: The Only Proper Way To Poop.

**This was also the day on which I observed the most enthusiasm I have ever seen for birthday cake, which was exhibited by two grown men. The academic directors would buy each student a birthday cake—those guys were so sweet—and in this case they were very, very excited to give it to me because it happened to be Ramadan, and the moment evening prayer was over they were in my room going, “We have a surprise for you down in the kitchen! YOU SHOULD GO TAKE A LOOK AT IT RIGHT NOW!”

 
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My Way Day
National PTA Founders' Day
World Human Spirit Day
 
For crying out loud, why do none of my car-having friends ever need to go to the store?  Don’t they eat?!

I need to get me a Radio Flyer wagon or something.
 
Ah, well. Having to walk to Safeway meant I could stop by that crazy pagan bookstore.* I wanted to get a replacement for my small and infinitely cool Jolly Roger earring, which was appropriately lost in the Indian Ocean.  They don’t carry them anymore, but they do carry some very nice scented candles.  They apparently protect one from the Evil Eye,** and they smell nice, too!
 
I have discovered a problem which might make my jitters about this writing group moot, anyway: I have no idea when I’ll get time to read one-to-six drafts every week, much less write anything.  But that may be just that I have a midterm and an essay this week. With luck after that I’ll have a bit more free time.
 
Then I can write something interesting here, too!
 
 
*One of an estimated 14,000 in Eugene.
 
**Presumably using the same principle as Tiger Repellent.
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Zombie Apocalypse
Creating With Your Heart Day
Saint Anthony of Padua Feast Day
Birthday - Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen (actresses)
 
What I Learned This Term:
 
  • The average life span of a house rabbit is 10-12 years. (I knew this, but now I have learned it.)
  • In comic art a good way to keep effect lines focused is to stick a tack at the focal point and rotate the straight edge around it.
  • Superman originally couldn’t fly; he would jump around like a flea. I had wondered about that because of the “able to leap tall buildings” bit, which seemed a little redundant if you could go sailing off through the ionosphere whenever you wanted to.
  • Subway sandwiches actually aren’t bad.
  • Budgies glow in the dark.
  • In linguistic subgrouping, shared innovation shows a closer relationship between languages than shared retention.
  • Wraparound pants are the coolest pants in the world. And they can help you with your worldbuilding projects!
  • There are two styles for wedging clay: the Western, also called “ramshead,” and the Eastern, or “chrysanthemum.” The second terms refer to the shapes the clay takes on.
  • I use “Fucking” as both an honorific and as a sign of derision. For examples, I give you: Sigourney Fucking Weaver versus Paris Fucking Hilton.
  • Patrick Fucking Stewart does the voice of Adventure in The Pagemaster, one of my favorite animated movies. This reinforces my theory that classically trained actors are filthy filthy whores. They’ll take any paycheck you offer them. And that’s awesome.
  • People interpret the word “diet” to mean “please offer me a disapproving opinion without noticing any of the other words in the sentence.”
  • Cobalt can undergo reversible oxygenation, meaning that it can work as a metalloprotein. Dweijidŕ, Ghiltrol, say hello to your blue blood.
  • There is one thing I can do better left-handed: I can pull clay into long, thin strips. I always wind up with little knobs and thin bits when I do it right-handed. Presumably this means I can also milk a cow better, since the motion’s almost identical, but we will have to study that further before we know for sure.
  • Originally, the word for apron was napron, but people saying a napron eventually started hearing it as an apron.
  • Linguists have actually discussed whether languages have “masculine” or “feminine” characteristics (I’m looking at you, Otto Jesperson).
  • The answer to the question “If I decide to make a career out of standing on rubber balls balancing tea trays and vases on my nose while swinging a hula hoop on my hips, what is my first step?” is: Wuqiao Acrobatics School.
  • You know you’re not cut out to watch porn when your first thought after the movie ends is, “Hey, that subplot with the dirty maid and the guy in the cravat and enormous platforms didn’t go anywhere.”
  • You should definitely make sure to hug your rabbit before you leave after spring break, because you’ll feel slightly better about it when she dies before you get back for summer vacation.
  • Either I really do have Jubilee’s mutant power of blowing up electronics, or every iPod in the Universe is a piece of shit.
  • It is actually possible to upstage Johnny Depp as a pirate.
  • It takes a month to get some psychiatrists to do paperwork.
  • Fraggle Rock stands the test of time. Rugrats doesn’t.
bloodyrosemccoy: (Troll)
Pentecost (Christian)
Pentecost (Orthodox)
Whitsunday (Christian)
Anniversary - Cellophane Tape
Birthday - Vincent Price (actor)
Birthday - Wild Bill Hickock (frontiersman)

[profile] jadewing writes a summation of Pirates 3. Everyone except spoiler-whiners and [personal profile] cleolinda, who probably wishes to retain her legal right to do her own review, should read it.

Though for the record, over on my side of the theater we didn't expect Tommy McOrphanboy to get rescued. Seemed like a better way to open the movie.
bloodyrosemccoy: (Troll)
National Missing Children’s Day
National Tap Dance Day
Poetry Day (Fla)
African Freedom Day (Parts of Africa)
Independence Day (Jordan)
 
Apparently, World’s End is in Utah.  I’d recognize that desolate landscape anywhere.
 
I like the way Geoffrey Rush takes every opportunity to go “Arrr” with all the aplomb of a Saturday morning cartoon character.  Even when he doesn’t do it loudly, he sneaks it in.  I think he was my favorite pirate.
 
There was a lot of movie.  I’ll form an opinion tomorrow, after I’ve slept. But it was fun.
bloodyrosemccoy: (Real Men Fight Hippos)
Brother’s Day
International Tiara Day
Commonwealth Day (Belize)
Culture Day (Bulgaria)
Independence Day (Eritrea)
 
“Why is the ramen gone?”
 
Today’s quote is self-explanatory.
bloodyrosemccoy: (Troll)
By the way, if anyone's interested, I decided my pirate name would be Bloody Rose Brazen.  I didn't like the ones the quizzes gave me, so I made my own.  Neither "Amelia" or "Mia" is real piratey, so I went with my Auxiliary Backup Name.

Brazen I stole from one of my own characters.  He won't mind.  I'll sink his ship if he objects.

I can DO it, too.  I control his universe!  HAHAHAHAHA!
bloodyrosemccoy: (Troll)
Mateys, I’d like to say I’ve marked the day o’ me birth by swaggerin’ about like a manly pirate, showin’ off me tattoo and swillin’ grog and avastin’ the main mizzen,* but in reality what happened was I dressed six dolls up for Halloween,** watched a bad BBC soap opera with 妹, and then offered to help Mom bake a cake.
 
But I did spend part of the day with a small parrot, which should count for something.
 
I’m not going so far as to eat her, though.  Cartoony pirates are all well and good, but sea voyages were long and hungry, and sometimes it came down to a choice between Polly and Luckless Bill, who drew the short straw.
 
Oh, a pirate’s life is a wonderful life
The best career of the sort!
But live every minute for all that is in it:
The life of a pirate is shoooooort …
 
And for those of you who remember the thing with the piratical feminine hygiene products in [profile] ursulav’s LJ and are not made squeamish by the thought of said products, prepare to be impressed that she actually went and designed a graphic for Blackbeard's Rugged Tampons. I can only hope that’s not a demo of the applicator he's got there; the idea is not to cause more bleeding, just to absorb what's already there.
 
Also, be forewarned that I have proclaimed that there shall be NO singing of “Happy Birthday” anywhere near me.  I hate that song with an irrational passion. I would listen to anything, including pigs being slaughtered, that song “My Humps,” or Led Zeppelin, before I listen to one more damn “Happy Birthday.”  If anyone wishes to sing me a happy birthday song, let it be the one from the Beatles’ White Album.
 
Clearly, I’m raving. Pay no attention.
 
Oh, and: Yo ho!
 
 
*Or possibly hoisting the forecastles.
 
**Yes, it’s early, but their costumes are so cute, and I won’t be here at actual Halloween, so this year I figured I’d let them catch up on the years they missed.
bloodyrosemccoy: (Troll)
International Women's Ecommerce Day
Saint Gennaro Feast Day
Talk Like a Pirate Day
Prinsjesdag (Netherlands)
Amelia’s Birthday
 
ARR!
 
Further bulletins as events warrant.
 
Ye scurvy dogs.

Arr.
bloodyrosemccoy: (Troll)
By the way, just to garner some interest, I am turning 21.
 
On Tuesday.
 
Yes. I know.
 
Used to be, my birthday was on an extremely boring day.  Not even the What Happened On Your Birthday sites had anything to note about it. For years it was either the day “Steamboat Willie” premiered, or the day Betty and Barney Hill got probed by aaaaaliens.
 
Now, though, ever since a pair of whack jobs elected Dave Barry as their publicist, you all have been celebrating my birthday as International Talk Like A Pirate Day.
 
Yo HO.
 
The plan is to dress in my sparkly pirate shirt with the gold hoop earrings and the red bandanna, and drink grog and go “Arrr!” until I pass out.  Then 妹 and I may dig up the two greatest pirate movies available on DVD, which everybody knows are Pirates of the Caribbean and, of course, Muppet Treasure Island,* and have us a time swashing and buckling away and singing along to the Muppet songs.  (I may have to do this again once I get to Eugene in order to include all my friends in the swashing, if not the buckling.)
 
So on Tuesday, while you’re all yelling “Ahoy, me hearties” to each other, save a little “Arrr” for me. Then drink up, me hearties, yo ho!
 
 
*Trust me, Johnny Depp and Geoffrey Rush may be good, but if you want truly awesome pirates you can’t beat Tim Curry and Billy Connolly.**
 
**To his and my knowledge, the only person who has ever died, as he put it, “in a fuckin’ Muppet movie.”

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