Argh! A fine mess a' comments dis here arteecal has wracked up.

~Zoo

That it 'ave....thar be words as varied n' diverse as they be lunatic n' warped...but that be tha nature of it when yer crew be frum all walks o life n' collected frum 'ports in ev'ry corner of tha globe.

An' wot fine specimens ye all be, too. ....welcome aboard me buckos.

Arrgg! A new Matie! He be good for countin da gold Cap'n! Make him the ship's purser, and 'and 'im a mop!

Now if us be g'wen ta entrust Jythier wiv countin' tha booty, p'raps us'll git 'im one o' them fancy calculator gadgets ....cos 68 69 70 - swig o' rum - 28 29 30 - swig o' rum.... hic - 1 2 3.

Aarrgghh, now us've got rid o' lil Johnny, tha mis'rable lit'tle bugger 'e wos, thar be some celebrat'n n' some fun ta be 'ad in these 'ere wat'rs down under....a bit o' shore leave n' R n' R afore us sets sail fer Stardock.

Now do us git right back ta work straight away? Or do us git t' a bit o' revellin'??? I says us git in tha longboats n' us misbe'aves ashore fer a bit . 'Ow says ye???

I fought about it fer a while as ter wot say to 'e all fer New Year's...n' all I could come uo wiv were: "ave a good un me buckos n' plenty o' booty to 'e all!"

Happy New Year and all the very best to all at Stardock, Joe User and Wincustomize.

A gud'un? We be swabbin the decks for the Capn who is a neat freak!

But as long as we be busy at it, you have a great year yeself!

Aw, don' go gittin' yeself all kot n' bothered 'bout that... us wouldn' look like tha real deal, a bona fide pirate ship wivout some clutter bout tha decks... so ye be takin' it easy thar me ol' mate.

It be that time o' year ta relax n' imbibe on a rum or three, so have a great one yerself and may 2008 be a happy and prosperous year for you.

Ye know, I checked, and this old tub ave been sailin for a year and a half now. Will we ever be gettin to that stardock cap'n? This may not be the biggest tub onna sea, but it sure seems to be the longest sailin one.

This comin' from a man wot sanitizes his computer chair and has a clean desk!

And an in and out box.

Tain't 'bout tha destination, Doc, but about the journey...'an us've 'ad one heck of a ride, us 'ave.

Put it this way, Gid, if yer missus fed ye as much curried cabbage as mine do's fer me, you'd be sanertisin' yer chair as well.... an' tha tidy desk be so's I can find tha deoderiser as/when needed.



Got ter 'ave one o' they... in fer all tha booty - and an out box ta pay fer all tha rum ye blaggards guzzles by tha gallon.

Aye, tat it is. And it be a grand one.

Fer shure... an it'll git better n' better wiv tha new recruits I be lookin' ter bring aboard fer tha next leg o' tha journey.

Will this 'ere bucket 'o' bolts ever get out of 't dry dock? T'old timbers aint bin shivered in a while, arrr

Ere now! Someone been playing in alternate universes! Seems evil spock is now just spock!

Well, when us gits some new swabs... er, crew members ta 'oist that sails, I certainly 'opes us'll be back on tha 'igh seas real soon. I were rather 'opin' Killajosh, Rickalot n' that thar 2 o'3 might've come aboard of their own accord... but it be lookin' more n' more like us'll 'ave ter git tha press gang ter go n' fetch 'em.

I 'ears that thar kitty malone cooks up a luverly cake, so p'raps us can persuade 'er ta come aboard as well. In fact, I reckuns she'd swing a pretty mean cat o' nine as well, so her'd be tha perfect replacement fer Mistress Jennifer when some o' these scurvy swabs gits outta hand.

I don't 'oists no sails, and I don't swabs no decks! And I wouldn't be takin' orders from ye' if'n ya weren't givin' me free access to the rum kegs so's I don' 'ave enough will to protest! Ya takes me as I am; one day I may wake up sober, ta next I may be passed out drunk with two wenches, a chariot racing harness and a feather duster! But I can navigate by the stars, by gum, and I know every gamblin' port and whorehouse from here to Mada-flippin' gascar, and I has a way with the ladies what keeps us amply supplied!

But we gots ta get outta drydock afore I kin' put any of them skills to use. P'raps ya might need a fresh supply of wenches to bring more swabbies aboard?

Gid...ye'd love tha orders I'd 'ave in mind. Thass why I wants ter git some swabs aboard ta do all tha dirty work while us pleasure ourselves... mebbe some o' tha willin' wenches as well.

Besides, us can't 'ave them thar finely tuned technical 'ands o' yers swabbin' decks anyhow... if'n us don't 'ave 'e using them fine n' delicate fingers o' yers ta tickle tha ivories on tha pianie in tha mess, us'll 'ave ter git ye 'elping with them thar brassiere clasps most of us 'aves troubles wiv undoin'

This one I gots to see!

Aaarrghhh... cap'n n' mrs starkers be on tha move agin.... we be movin' our home port to annuver cos tha gov'ner o' this un be a sellin' of it.

Not ta worry, tho...us 'ave found us annuver place wot is more better than this un... it be real modern, like. Didn't notice if it 'ad one o' them 'lectric dishwashers or not, but it don't matter if not... us 'aves rubber gloves and tha squirt be arrivin' from Tasmanier fer a while on Tuesday. Well ain't that wot ye 'aves growed up kids fer... puttin' 'em ta work fer 'e in yer old age!

Yes, it is all happening rather quickly... we found a place on day 2 of looking and were approved as tenants on day 3, so it's all good. Our rent here is paid up 'til Feb 2nd, so we have until then to vacate, which means we have time and do not have to rush things, as is often/usually the case.

At least this move won't be 3,500 miles like the last one, we'll be in the same suburb about 5 minutes away... and this time I have 4 strapping nephews to help me with the heavy stuff, while the ladies (and the quirt ) pitch in with the cleaning and etc.

We'll take some pics to post here once we're settled in.... however, I have some work to do now and I'll drop in later.

That what nephews be fore! Ye reap the rewards wit lil oer the work!

Looking forward to the new Cap'n's cabin pictchores.

Yea, us 'ave scored ourselfs a nice new abode ta call home port... a place ta rest me weary ol' sea bones... 'ave 'igh tea n' cucumber sandwiches on tha patio.

Can't quite sail tha 'Sister' up t' tha front door - nor the back un if'n tha guvner's men be layin' in wait 'round tha main entrance - but it be but a short ride t' tha 'arber in one o' them thar car contrapshuns.

Arrgggggg!!!! They be right! Ye has gone soft on us!

Wot be that ye be sayin' of thar, Doc??? Soft, ye says?? Not I... by tha time tha bread gits 'ere from tha bakery, it be that stale ye could break yer nashers on it.

An' don't git t' thinkin' it be all cosy n' comfortable, tha patio furniture be fashioned from an old bed o' nails.