The pirate speaks,
"I found out more about Ethan ayeterday. Turns out he be a buckoly, if morose, ghost. He wanders t' halls searchin' for his lost buxom beauty, who went t' Davy Jones' locker givin' birth t' his child in t' St. Augustine room. There be also a second ghost, a madam who was went t' Davy Jones' locker involuntarily. Shockin'. I've yet to find anyone who's actually seen either o' them, alas."
Hee hee. That's really quite fun. Go ahead, everyone. Compose a speech to your boss, translate, and let the fun begin.
Okay, now the exploring has gone wild. Check this out, the League of Space Pirates secret hideout. They seem to be a band along the lines of the Phenomenauts (my favorite band ever), but I can't find much reference to their music. Odd.
By the way my pirate name is Joan Short Arse. I'm not even going to put that link in, it was very silly. And I had to try three different versions of my name before I got THAT.
Knitting news. My Low Tech is looking fabulous!! I wasn't excited about the yarn choice at first (blue to white Peaches and Cream cotton), mostly because it reminded me of every toilet paper cover I have ever seen from the seventies. I thought I would have to abandon the sweater idea and knit it up into a little skirt a la Gone With the Wind, then stick a dolly head on it, and leave it in some stranger's bathroom.
That would be freaky. "My home's been broken into!" "Calm down sir, are the intruders still in the house?" "no, no... it's very quiet" "Okay sir, can you tell if anything has been taken?" "No, TV, VCR, DVD, incredibly expensive sound system, massive comic book and collectable toy collection, it's all still there... OH MY GOD!! THEY'VE LEFT ME A... A... A HIDEOUS TOILET PAPER DOLLY!!"
I may have to do that, if I ever degenerate into a life of crime, if just for the sake of the 911 dispatcher who would be pissing her pants at this point.
Anyway, as soon as I got away from the moss stitch and into the stockinette, it started to look excellent. I love the way the variegations are playing out. The only thing; as usual, it's too big. I'm doing the very smallest size this time!! Sheesh. I thought about decreasing a bit in the middle (when I noticed it), but who's ever heard of a fitted hoody? Ah well, hoodies are meant to be big anyway. I'll love it.
Two hours to go until work. I shall fortify myself with a cappuccino and much knitting, then bravely set off to face my two ghosts. If I sound different in my next post, don't worry, I've just been possessed.