Post 529: Arrr! It’s International Talk Like a Pirate Day!

Andy had his doubts about that tuna-flavored bomb...!

Andy on an ordinary day.

...because tomorrow the bogeyman's catching you and taking you to see Dr. David!

Haven’t ye heard, Andy, what today is!

"Errrr...! I feel the glow!"

“Arrrr…! I feel the glow!”

Flashback to Andys kittenhood...

Flashback to Andys kittenhood…

Andy (above) and Dougy lurked in my bedroom last night, and decided 1:30 AM was a good time to wake me up on my birthday! (Notice Andy's horn is showing. I guarantee there was another one on the other side, too!)

It became clear.

How we looked after the trip to Deidesheim.

Me-Arrr! Andy is a pirate kitty!

I first learned about this day when I still worked at the hose factory. I’d spent hours trying to get formulae to work correctly on a spreadsheet I prepared to separate nonaccountable mandrel scrap from accountable scrap. I felt I was near to the answer when the Human Relations Manager showed up at my desk. He was wearing a tricorn hat and slashed the air around me with a toy sword.

“Arrr! It’s International Talk Like a Pirate Day!” he said, clearly into the fun of it, but oblivious to the effect of this¬†unwelcome distraction, one that cost me a few hours progress on resolving my spreadsheet challenge. “You have to talk like a pirate all day.”

Disgusted, disturbed, delayed, but not yet defeated, I felt an urge that would imperil my future. I mumbled something in “pirate-ese”, but thought a more specific pirate thought, “[Blank] you, matey! [Blank] you!”

He was the Human Relations Manager afterall.

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On a different note, the Scottish independence referendum is complete, with a 55% majority voting to remain a part of the United Kingdom. I still don’t know what I think about the issues, but there appears to be some concessions that give additional autonomy to the Scots and, promised, Northern Ireland, Wales, and England. It’s enough to turn one into a pirate!

Dougy was obsessing over birds at the feeder across the lane, chirping, pacing, and deciding to leave the scotch to the humans!

Offered a single malt scotch, Dougy declared he prefers to watch birds. Arrr!