Saturday, September 6, 2008, 10:30 AM EST [General]
With International Talk Like a Pirate Day less than a week away, and the Pyrate Guys having unleashed upon you goodlies their new book, The Pirate Life: Unleashin' Yer Inner Buccaneer, this foolish old Wizard figured that it was time for ol' Blackwolf to do a little Pirate-grunting of his own.
I've been New York's Unofficial Wizard for quite a while now, and frankly, even in my days when I was just plain ol' Padraig of Abbeyleix, son of Saemus the Strong, I've often felt that Buccaneering is what one makes of it. And nobody makes it more fun than dear Captain Slappy and First Mate Chumbucket. Herewith, a toast --- or, to put it in Pirate-speak --- up grog to our Buccaneer buddies! And you'd better be nice to them, lest ye be forc'd to walk th' plank! (Ha-har!)
Lately, I've begun to think that, after close to 175 posts hither, there be no one who would be willing to, at the very least, keep a constant vigil on these RenSpace pages. With certain exceptions, I'm starting to grumble about the fact that, this being Friday, no one around here save Her Majesty Queen Catherine is more constant in ye olde blogge department other than myself.
Put simply, Mortals, I'm bored again. Not for long, though.
I shall shortly do some partying on this Friday before I do some serious questing for a pastrami sandwich; at the end of said quest, I intend to inflict a rawther civil belch upon mine adopted metropolis --- because I'm New York's Unofficial Wizard, and I can! I'm saving me strength for Saturday, anyway! (Hope it won't rain!)
Hoping I shall be forgiven by some of you for my silly, playful allegiance to my belly, let me leave ye goodlies thusly:
Tuesday, September 2, 2008, 12:21 PM EST [General]
By Merlin's beard, 'tis difficult this Tuesday to think of much to tell you, dearests! 'Tis tough being a Wizard, indeed!
Nonetheless, there is much to discuss. For starters, as usual, no one in mine adopted metropolis has had the temerity to dare secure my services for a personal appearance! I'd like to at the very least crash one wedding, bar/bat mitzvah and/or bachelor/bachelorette party; I grow bored with the people-watching thing, and of late mine eardrums have had to be annoyed by a female flute player who plays the same songs over and over e'en as I make mine rounds at Bethesda, which I shall do again 'pon the morrow.
Look, kids, there's just so much Over the Rainbow a guy can take. After four renditions, you are able to put up with the bloomin' song; but by the time you hear about the happy little bluebirds for the 400th time, you just want to yell "Enough already!" Luckily, Master Thoth feels the same way that I do, and accordingly is waging his own battle to restore sanity to Bethesda Terrace. As ever, the High Istari warned me that there'd be days like this!
Happy Labor Day, dear Mortals! I trust you're enjoying yourselves this day, and I once more encourage you while you still can do so to contribute to the 2008 Jerry Lewis MDA Labor Day Telethon.
Now then, let's talk adventure! Exciting journeys, the thrill of the unknown, the chance if need be to bash in a head or four, and by the end of it all, tired feet on the part of the hero (or, if you're a centaur, tired hooves!). That's adventure for ya, kiddos --- and, by Merlin's beard, this day be just perfect for gettin' ya some! So --- don't just sit on your butt, goodly gentles! DO SOMETHING! ('Nuff said.)
Welcome, in case thou hast tun'd in late, to the RenSpace version of Blackwolf the Dragonmaster's Dark Chambers --- the online hovel of New York City's first and only Unofficial Wizard! Officially, this little corner of RenSpace.com is known as Dragonmaster's Domain, but since you all know my web presence through the main version thereof, hosted by the goodlies of Yahoo!/GeoCities, be not surprised if there be confusion amongst both. Being a Wizard comes with being a bit silly, you know.
Now, let's talk seriously. Life lessons is what I am in the mood for this day, along with lesser items of note, so please pay attention.
The world of Imagination is sadly lacking in terms of its defenders; since the passing of Louis Thomas Hardin, alias Moondog, few have dared to stand up and accept the challenge. I, who was of old Padraig of Abbeyleix, son of Saemus the Strong, have long ago taken that dare --- and see you now the many friends, both within and beyond cyberspace, that I have encountered in the intervening aeons! Whilst I cannot fully identify them all for ye at present --- partially because, quite frankly, my short-term memory sucks --- know that they are to be properly acknowledged and given the best of hugs!
Where, then, shall my journeys take me next, you ask? I cannot say for now --- but I would, as always, welcome your help and support. Pray, hesitate not to e-mail me! Thou mayest scribble a proclamation as follows:
electric_pirates@hotmail.com or blackbeardian@yahoo.com
Either way, I hope youdoe-mail me, as mine inbox doth get a bit lonely, you know!
