Yo ho, all together
Hoist the colors high
Heave ho, thieves and beggars,
never shall we die
Just watched Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End recently.
Funny movie, with plenty of action and conniving to keep things flowing. It has also, oddly enough, inspired me to, in Pirate King Elizabeth Swann's words, "Hoist the colors!"
No, I'm not talking about accepting the bad hand I've been dealt with my job. I simply intend to bear my resentment, my loathing, my abject desire to annihilate the insipid idiocies of my post with pride. I intend to complain and writhe and bitch about this abuse, this company, and this bullshit until someone hears me and decides to do something about it or me.
Yes, I'm just making this shit up as I go along.
Frankly, I'm not really in the mood to talk about much today.
And though I had slain a thousand foes less one,
The thousandth knife found my liver;
The thousandth enemy said to me,
'Now you shall die,
Now none shall know.'
And the fool, looking down, believed this,
Not seeing, above his shoulders, the naked stars,
Each one remembering.
--John M. Ford, The Final Reflection
The thousandth knife found my liver;
The thousandth enemy said to me,
'Now you shall die,
Now none shall know.'
And the fool, looking down, believed this,
Not seeing, above his shoulders, the naked stars,
Each one remembering.
--John M. Ford, The Final Reflection
The Asylum Director
- VIIIofSwords
- "The only thing I was fit for was to be a writer, and this rested solely on my suspicion that I would never be fit for real work, and that writing didn't require any." - Russel Baker
Monday, May 28, 2007
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