Arrrrrr!
A little parrot, a burning parrot told me that three piratical maids have claimed pre-eminence on the pseven pseudo-seas of pcyber-[not really]-space! Aye, and the Flaming Bird has upped the ante by several doubloons, or doublets or something, by adding a graphical buccaneer’s banner!
Well, that slimy scupper the Pomo Prince (David??) can do what he wants, but as for me and my crew, we can design better than the hardest sea dogs they can pressgang out of the shanties of St. Louis, or the ateliers of Atlanta, or wherever in New York Elaine lives. Captain Trevor, be quick with that Photoshop! Seabury scurvy, swab down those links! Arrrr!
Where’s Cabin Boy Si? I hope he hasn’t deserted to sail with the vixens!
Posted by AKMA at September 19, 2003 10:36 AM | TrackBackAvast ye, Cap'n Skull and Cross, ye scurvy dog! Ye canna best the Three Wenches! Ye'll be scuppered afore the sun is past the yard arm.
Arrr!
Posted by: Shelley at September 19, 2003 10:59 AMIs a froward (sic,) wench a specially brash one?
Posted by: NTA at September 20, 2003 07:21 AMI thought “froward” meant “willful, contradictory, stubborn” — but of course, I could be wrong about that. . . .
Posted by: AKMA at September 21, 2003 04:15 PM