By the way, I’ve started another blogging experience with some college friends.  We each write once a weekday.  In case you’re interested! www.iwonderwomen.blogspot.com  

I don’t know why this gives me hope for the world . . . but it does.   http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/16866547/

Recent submissions, of which I have received many (via comments and email!):   Favorite engineering profession?  Arrrrchitect. Favorite sock pattern?  Arrrrgyle. Favorite David Bowie song?  Life on Marrrrrrs.   What’s a pirate’s favorite holiday?  Arrrrbor Day. Where do pirates go to college?  Arrrrrvard. What’s a pirate’s favorite line of menswear?  Arrrrrrmani. What is the pirate’s favorite play?  Arrrrr Town. Favorite radio personality?  Paul Arrrrvey.   Where does a pirate park his ship?  A Harrrrrrrrbor   Who is the pirate’s first love?  Arrrrrrrrlene Favorite Aretha song?  Arrrrrrrr-E-S-P-E-C-T.  (We would also have accepted "You Make Me Feel Like a Natural Woman.") And the pirate’s favorite Graham Green novel?   Arrrrrr Man in Havana. And their favorite medical show?  St. Elsewhere.  Who knew?  (You thought…

There are times in life when everything gets serious.  The room chills, the lights focus, sweat pours, adrenaline courses, and fangs and claws are bared.  Whenever I come across such a moment I always try to insert a pirate joke.     Q: What does it cost for a pirate to have his ears pierced? A: A Buccaneer, arrrrr   Q: Where is a pirate’s favorite place to honeymoon? A: Arrrrrruba   Q: Where is a pirate’s favorite fast food place? A: Arrrrrby’s   Etc.  The formula is not difficult, but you must practice your Arrrrrr with crooked lip and squinty eyes.    Coworkers fighting?  Pirate joke.  Sister feeling ill? …

80s Lyric for Yesterday!   In honor of piles of holiday cookies, fudge, sausage balls, coconut orange bars, cocktail weenies, and 7 layer dip, I give you – Duran Duran.   In touch with the groundI’m on the hunt I’m after youSmell like I sound I’m lost in a crowd.And I’m hungry like the wolf.Straddle the line in discord and rhymeI’m on the hunt I’m after you.Mouth is alive with juices like wineAnd I’m hungry like the wolf