Talk Like a Pirate Day

Tis upon us once again, Arrgh.

My pirate name is:

Dirty James Read

You're the pirate everyone else wants to throw in the ocean -- not to get rid of you, you understand; just to get rid of the smell. Even through many pirates have a reputation for not being the brightest souls on earth, you defy the sterotypes. You've got taste and education. Arr!

Get your own pirate name from piratequiz.com.
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Heavenly Ham

Do not let their catchy advertising fool you. That is some expensive ass ham. And who, who I ask, could put a price tag on the one thing Jesus never ate?

Huh, Go Figure

Thanks to that nice lady over here for the inspiration.

You scored as Fallen Angel, You are a Fallen Angel empath. You have not found your place in this world yet and wander as a lost soul. Your wings have been clipped but you know deep inside they will grow back. You need to fly free and proud. Fallen Angels are spiritual beings who were trapped by flesh, and are now seeking to spread their wings again. (from the Book of Storms at

I guess referring to work as "going back to the third circle" really counts. Less than two months to the wedding people. I really should start looking for a tux.

In other news, the fiancee and I took a little hiking and winery jaunt down to the mystical land of Southern Illinois because it is a) cheap, and b) bizarre. I have never seen so many bikers outside of Sturgis or so many tan meth heads. Pictures will follow eventually. I have to figure out the fiance's camera.