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Talk Like a Pirate Day was funny the first time. Now it’s just tiresome.
And it’s not like pirates talked like that anyway. Robert Newton talked like that; that’s it.
Thar she blows! No wait, that’s talk like a whaler day… Crap.
Glad I’m not alone in wearying of this.
Talk Like a Pirate Day was cool before it went all commercial. Sort of like Halloween.
Yeah, you and me both. It’s the annual equivalent of that idiot who won’t quit quoting Monty Python and the Holy Grail, no matter what the situation, “Because it’s so funny and random!”
Talk like a pirate day? *glances at utorrent*
….Pass.
Talk Like A Pirate Day was nifty when it was relatively unknown.
Once it’s done by everyone it’s old hat. How about Talk Like A Ninja Day?
*total fucking silence for 24 hours*
It would be GLORIOUS.
As an upper-class (arguably; I’ll argue against it, but the world disagrees) Englishman from a military family, it is both my duty and my genetic inclination to hang any pirates I encounter.
Yes, I cheered for Norrington. Those cowardly sea-thieves deserve to end their days dancing the hemp fandango. Pissing themselves as their eyeballs bulge out and the crowd cheers their deaths.
A potential antidote.
Pff. You jaded intellectuals! Think you’re so cool! “I can’t enjoy Talk Like a Pirate Day anymore because my barber knows about it!” Whatever!
TLAPD is awesome, and in ten years you’ll love it again because it’ll be “retro”, and then you’ll all see! Who’ll be chuckling into her grog then, hunh? Hunh???
In the meantime, you can take my grossly generalized buccaneer accent when you can pry it from my cold, steely hook-hand. Arrrrr! Avast! Monkeybutts!
Like most things modernizing spin can put an old tradition in a new light.
Steph, my tradition of hating Talk Like A Pirate Day has existed almost as long as Talk Like A Pirate Day has.
They’re alweys aftir me lucky charms…
Drat that was Talk like a Leprechaun day.
The problem I see with it is that in order to be funny a joke has to take you by suprise. If you set aside a whole day to do something funny and everyone knows about it you lose the suprise. A friend of mine, on a bet on some random day, was told that if he ordered his Wendy’s meal in pirate lingo he’d get it for free. Which he did, order and payment. Which completely threw the cashier off. THAT’S what made it funny and he got his free meal. So, for the rest of the day or tomorrow or next week, talk like a ninja, or viking or a gigantic brain. And when people ask, tell them you had a stroke.
That’s okay, MGK. You can hate TLAPD, I can hate NaNoWriMo, it’s all even in the end.
I believst that thou hast forgot about “Talk like ye olde Englishman” day.
Forsooth. Verily, nay though I am but drivest by thirst.
Amirite?
Old English sounds like German, so it’s got my vote. It’s middle English that’s done gone sissy on us.
Certes yon gome is a right knavish wight, and belike a sheep-swyver besides. For shame, sirrah. Hie thee to the hinterlands, the wodwoe to dwell among.
Dude, comics were so much more cool before Hollywood broke in and started letting everybody else know about them.
Dude, I used to like that band, but then everyone else discovered them. Now they suck.
All right, TLAPD is now more well-known. So? Do you still enjoy messing around with folks and spouting archaic speech in a bad accent? Of course you do. So why not enjoy it?
— Rick Jones
I propose that it be changed to Talk Like Hulk Day.
Refuse To Talk Like A Pirate Day isn’t until the 26th, though.
People who cannot enjoy talking like a pirate for a day are alien creatures to me, with whom I have no common ground. I can only look at them in amazement and intrigued confusion. “What must it be like to be them?” I think. “Thank God I’ll never know. Arrrr!”
I’d like TLAPD a lot more if only people would realize there’s more to it than saying “arr” a lot.
How can anyone possibly generate enough feeling to hate Talk Like A Pirate Day? Over the course of the last twenty four hours exactly one person has talked to me like a pirate, and since it’s been 366 days since the last time it happened, claiming to hate it or be weary of it seems an extreme overreaction.
I guess I can see how someone would tire of *certain people* who insist on talking like a pirate constantly for an entire day, with endless shouts of “Yaaaaarrrrh!” and “Yo-ho-ho!” emanating from their corner of the office when you are trying to work. What we have to remember, though, is that these people are twats every other day of the year as well. You may as well claim to hate Christmas because these idiots show up on the last day of work in December wearing a singing reindeer tie.
I fucking hate singing reindeer ties. But I’m not going to blame St Nick for them.
Lets popularize International Dress Like a Time Traveller Day instead.
Meh. The occasional use of it. Announcing what today is at the morning meeting. Adding a signature on my texts that says ‘Arrr!’ It’s all in moderation.
What we really need is National Wear Your Underwear Outside Your Pants Day.
That’ll take the bastards by suprise!
Thank you, Will, for demonstrating the linguistic embarassment that is Middle English.
I had considered making an eyepatch for work today, but I ran out of time.
While I did not talk like a pirate today, the lines from the movie Yellowbeard have been running through my head like mad. I also contemplated over how horrible a movie POTC: At World’s End was and how it completely killed the series for me.
In closing, I will merely say this:
“If you tell me you don’t where it is, I’ll nail your tits to the table!”
Damn you, Will! I had completely forgotten about the “sirrah” meme.
To be fair Will, piracy against the Spaniards adavanced the cause of Britain considerably.
To a certain extent, I like TLAPD, but as it’s my birthday, it has gotten old FAST. the incessant pirate-themed gifts from “witty” people and the like are annoying. As I get older, it may actually get worse. When I hit forty and have my midlife crisis, am I going to plow my blonde-carrying corvette into some kid saying “Yarr!”?
Oh.
That makes much more sense.
I thought it was Talk Like Rupert Murdoch Day.
CAPS LOKC DAY
Pirate history is awesome and the Day That Shall Not Be Named is an unforgivable blight on what should be all rights be a topic defined solely by awesomeness. Thus, I give you an actual pirate story that is, in fact, awesome:
Captain [Benjamin] Hornigold was known for being less vicious than most other pirates. One of his victims recounts how his vessel was pursued by Hornigold’s. Eventually the victim struck her colours and the pirates boarded. Hornigold then, somewhat apologetically, asked the captured crewmen for their hats. This was because the pirates had got drunk the night before and thrown their own hats overboard. Having taken the hats, Hornigold left the vessel in peace.
As a Ren Faire actor, I get paid to talk like a pirate on the weekends. So I feel free to take this day off.
September 19, 2012 is my 30th birthday. Thanks to a recently released STUPID car commercial making us aware of this dumb ass pirate day, a lot of people are going to note that I turned 30 on Pirate Day…as if turning 3 decades old isn’t hard enough on me! I feel like a burlap sack waiting to turn into a frog, so if I hear ANYBODY talking like a pirate without wishing me a happy birthday first…(don’t want to incriminate myself).
I suppose there are worse days to have a birthday…it’s not International Healthy Poop day or something gross like that…Aaaack, turning 30 sucks for women!