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 I love classes, because they provide me with funny quotes to share.

Professor Lubkowitz's wisdom: You have to swing the bat to hit the ball. (That's along the same lines as "only those who dare to fail greatly can achieve greatly," which I've always found to be true.)

More Professor L stuff: My son woke me up crying at 3:00 this morning, so I went in and held him. Then the little bastard went right back to sleep and I didn't.

Last night in Wind Ensemble Doc told us we were playing like a symphonic accompaniment to an appendectomy without novacaine. I'm not sure quite what that means, but I don't think it's good.

My chem lab teacher: When you build up pressure in a closed system, what's that called?
Class: Ummm... *tries to remember the scientific term for such a thing*
My chem lab teacher: There's a simple layman's term for it. It begins with a B.
Some Guy: A bomb!
My chem lab teacher: Right. A bomb. So don't leave the cork on the test tube, or it'll explode.

This is Either Madness, or Brilliance.

 Arrr mateys!

It be Talk Like A Pirate Day again, and I be deeply ashamed. I forgot about this piratical event until this afternoon. Arrrrrrr... That really makes me angry. I be needin' ta go drink some rum and watch some movin' pictures full o' swashin' and bucklin'.

Me roommate Blind Abby the Wool Wearin' Wench be completely off 'er rocker. She just said to me "Do you ever wish you could fart on command, so we could do our own version of the 1812 overture?" To which I responded "NO." (Pirates don't listen to overtures. We listen to songs with lots of 'yo-ho's' in them, sung by our crews. Or bawdy songs sung by busty tavern wenches. Aye. I likes me a good busty tavern wench.)


In honor of this year's TLAP Day, I be presentin' you scallywags with a link to a fic by the best damn pirate fanfic writin' wench floatin: sheafrotherdon. It be a story about Sirius wantin' to be a pirate, and it be short, so you best be readin' it, or I'll make ya walk the plank. I'm captain of this here journal, and my word is law! Read!

The Scurvy, As Was Prophesized.


Arrrrrrrrrrrrr! Happy TALP Day, ye bilgerats!