I joined this organization recently

Ok, I've succumbed

I'd now like to quote some Bibles verses. You know, the one's where Paul talks about how he always does the things he doesn't want to do? (But I'm gonna do what my mother taught me here, and tell you to go look them up yourselves).

I know, I know. I've made a lot of fun of you TV series whores. Especially the anything mainstream (oh, 24 people, you disgust me).

But I'm here to confess that the very thing I've said I wouldn't do, well, I've gone and done it. And I've got it bad.

I just can't stop watching LOST.

And the dreams, the dreams are horrible. If you watch it (come on, you know you do), you know what I mean. Maybe it's just because I have a rather active imagination, but all I dream in now are extensive LOST plots. It's getting ridiculous. And, a little scary too. You know the ones where Claire wakes up screaming. Yes, my friend, that was like 6 times for me last night. Damn active imagination. Damn obsession with t.v. programs and an inability to stop watching multiple episodes right before bed.

Polar bears, leave me alone!

alright, so not all my awesome pirate pics will post, but these should do for now...

Hey! Pirates love America!















They love Asian men too!














But Asian men don't love pirates.
















Pirates get it on in a blood bath with hot asian women.














See, I told you.














If these Chinese kids don't get our ruffle shirts made quick we'll chop their hands off! Arr!















But it's ok, they love African tribesman!

Arrrr...Fat Naked Pirates; a true story

ok...So...it was a really slow night at work tonight. There I am, just sitting, sort of staring out the window (I work really hard), when before my eyes, down the street, come about 20...pirates. Yes, pirates. Looks like they're heading for the bar. As I am staring, open mouthed as they parade by, one happens to look over and notice me staring. This he sees as the perfect opportunity to do something...piratey? He happens to be pretty much topless, and pretty much not attractive. He walks up to the window and proceeds to smash his half naked, hairy, sweaty pirate body on the window, gyrating around, for like, 20 seconds of pure horror. Then he waves, and is on his merry drunken way. Arrr. Pirates. Disgusting.

As I arrived home scarred, I decided to do a little research. As per a previous post, last summer I ran across a pirate ship randomly parked in a greenbelt nearby with a bunch of pirates doing a jig on board. WTF. Something is fishy.

So, with the holy and awesome power of the internet, I have managed to track down my mysterious and icky pirate pals. I even managed to locate a photograph of my nipples-on-windows pirated pal.

They are the Seafair pirates. But, it's definintely not Seafair. Here are the excellent photos I found. I feel they really tell a heartwarming story about Seattle culture, and wanted to share with you visually the story of what life is like living alongside real pirates in this modern day.














Here, they land.
ahhh! Here he is! These are the breasts that left their mark on my store window. yuck.