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Job of the Week: Pirate

O' ye swashbuckling sons of mayhem, 'tis time we break bread, swill whiskey and discuss career moves.  I know it's not all fun and games, rather more often blood and saltwater, but man if every white collar scallywag doesn't want to be a pirate.  There's even a "Talk Like a Pirate" day, which is lame.  It should be "Barbarize like a Pirate" day...that would be something.   Extra points go to the bold, creative genius who amputates their own leg and develops a debilitating bout of scurvy (or gout), all in the name of Blackbeard.

These guys really know what's up.

May the wind be always at your sails,

WhadooyouwanndewwwithhyerLIFE?

I was reading somewhere recently that Iron Maiden is back on tour and coming to your town, soon. Hide your women! (and your small farm animals).

Anyway, seeing that picture of Eddie Maiden I couldn't help but wax nostalgic for the days when my Sony Sports walkman (you know...the yellow one with the clamp?) was constantly cranked up to the likes of Metallica, MegaDeth, Danzig, etc...Yeah, I was a metal kid until Kurt and Eddie came down from Seattle and smacked me around a bit.

I could be wrong here, but I think that every red-blooded American male born since 1970 (and probably females too but I think they were more into NKOTB and stuff like that...at least as far as I recall) goes through a rite of passage that I call "the rebellious music phase". It doesn't really matter whether it manifests itself in the form of a searing Power Chord or thunderous bass ("crusin' down the street in my 6-4"), as long as it flies in the face of the establishment and makes your body move.  Stay hungry, people...this one's for the teenager in all of us.  Enjoy.

May the (devil's) wind be always at your back,