19 September 2011
Good evening you wonderful loves of my life.
Has it only been a day since we last spoke? Or since I last spoke at you? Who knows?
I promise to punctuate tonight’s posts with the songs shuffling through my music player. It’ll be just like you’re here with me.
“Yes, I am blind.” -Morrissey
Mr. Steven Patrick Morrissey may be blind, but at least he never spoke like a swashbuckler. (As far as I know.)
Some of my astutest (most astute?) readers may be aware today is a day commemorating the verbalizing of vagrants del mar. Yes, today is talk like a pirate day.
“By the end of the evening I was saying no doubt.” -The Cribs
No doubt I cannot stand this day. Someone actually spoke at me as if they were a pirate today. If you are thinking this is a good idea, let me remind you why it is never a good idea to celebrate talk like a pirate day aloud.
- You are not a pirate (my apologies to our pirate readers, especially Capt. Edward Trenchmouth)
- I am not a pirate (my apologies to myself if I am, in fact, a pirate)
I am currently listening to “Luzerne” by The Trolleyvox, which is an album I reviewed when I was a reviewer at SLUG Magazine in Salt Lake City, UT. (The curious reader can even see an example of one of my reviews here. I will neither defend nor deride my insufferable, hyperbolic prose. If this review whets your whistle just search the site for “Joey P. Richards” and find some more.) However, the song on repeat-peat-peat-peat in my brain all day is “Love You Like a Love Song” by Selena Gomez & The Scene.
In summation, I hate talk like a pirate day (so much so I refuse to write it properly), love Selena Gomez and am “holding out for that teenage feeling.” (Neko Case)