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I love it....the whole storybook piratesque theme is tremendous.
exactly, you can never go wrong with pirates.
Personally, I think pirates are waaaaay too trendy. They're the ninjas of 2004. That's my only beef with the new "image" (as it applies to advertisements, the website, the album art, etc.)
I still think the site is extrememly well-organized, eye-catching and original.
Arrrrrrrr......get off my sack, pirate nazi.
I have to agree with Chiren here, Pirates have always, still are, and will ever be synonymous with individualism (like we all try too hard for . . . hence the apparent recouring pirate trendiness), causing uproar (blowing it out) , timeless tunes (yo ho ho and a bottle of rum, is my personal favorite), putting to the man (which for me is much like having music that retains quality & integrity reclaim the banner of popular music that the scurvy currs of the money machine plundered from us loyal shipmates in their longstanding mutiny), Rum (which everyone likes unless they crossed swords with 151 and lost, I mean shit, Its made from sugarcane, what fool would take a potato for a good time over a big stick fulla sugar, and besides rum leads to carousing, which leads to singing, which leads to rocking, and that mates is a good thing), and of course pirates are always getting booty (which is what happens to the true pirates when all these things come together at a features show, can I get an arrrrghh?).
GENERALLY SPEAKING PIRATES RULE!
Now a quick moment for my favorite pirate joke:
A salty old sea dog sulks into a smoky piano bar just south of savannah, GA. Halfway to the bartender, the piano stops and the few patrons grow still and stare at peg leg making what is now the only sound in the bar. Georgia is full of kooks, but few go so far as to get a wooden prothesis. Worried glances bounce between the regulars and the social drinkers for clearly this muttering old man, is insane. And appart from the already erily authentic pirate garb, strange though it is, there dangling from a rusty old chain about his waist, is a steering wheel from a 1968 Ford Mustang. As the Pirate reaches the bewildered bartender, instead of inquring of the wild eyed old man what his poison was (that is his drink of choice, which most obviously would have been rum), could only blurt the painfully obvious observation, that incase the old loon had missed it, that there was a steering wheel chained to his waist. Our dear pirate scratching his eye-patch casually, gave a stare with his one good eye to the bartender and remorsefully remarked "argh. . .It's drivin' me nuts."
Three cheers to the Administrator, for truly he is a jolly good fellow
(Edited by MarshallStacks at 3:13 am on Sep. 19, 2004)
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