Arrr, ye lubbers!

Ahoy, mateys! You may have let it slip your mind, but National Talk Like A Pirate Day is upon us once again. Why exactly this is so is a mystery to me, but it is certainly not something I would ever dream of resisting. Of course, there is always someone responsible for such madness; for the details and sordid history check out the official site (no, really) with the elucidating headline "Because we're guys, and because we can." Really that captures it wholecloth, but do visit the site for the whole story; it is engagingly told and trés amusant (I think).

So avast me hearties, and Happy Talk Like A Pirate Day!

Well, that's over

I feel so proud of myself. I realised this morning that I got through the whole day yesterday without once saying "Happy Patriot Day" to anyone. The certain knowledge that I could not have done so with any degree of sincerity probably aided my restraint; I don't know that I want to go around my workplace dripping sarcasm about things like that. But it is a silly business, veiled as it is in the shroud of real dead innocents, to concoct an excuse to wave our flags and blow our political trumpets and bang our political drum and pretend that we are sincere. So I can hardly be expected to be sincere in my response to it, can I? So I kept silent, and the day passed without incident again.

 

Perhaps next year I will send cards. But probably not.