Georgia Pok Guy

So, I was originally going to write a post about how I was somewhat miffed that the creators of Avatar decided to name a character literally after the word for the sleeve of a Han dynasty style dress, and while using the Mandarin pronunciation for that word to say the name, wrote the character’s name using the Cantonese transliteration.  This is how “Mai” (pronounced like “My”) ends up being pronounced “Mei” (or “May”, if you please).  Then I decided that while such venting may be therapeutic in the short run, it would be far more entertaining to turn my investigative process into the plot of a murder mystery.  I figure it will be set in Victorian England, a roller coaster of a page turner, crammed with sizzling Gypsies (Editor’s note: to anyone who has seen Black Adder, that was what’s called an homage, not plagiarism).

I wrote this in reply to some anonymous urchin accusing some other anonymous urchin of pretending to be a woman to raise the hopes of all the geekanerds surfin’ the tubes of teh interwebs:

 Wimmen, ya sez? I thinks I sarws one of dems once. ’twas the year naught-four. Aye, she were four-and-twenty feet high, if an inch. Fire she breathed through ‘er nostrils, and ‘er eyes shimmered like the mornin’ sun. I encountered this beast whilst fishin’ off the Outer Hebrides during a terrible squall. Aye, she laid waste ta our rig, sending many a good man to the bottom o’ the sea. ’twas only through some Divine providence I lived ta tell thar tale. If I were ye, son, I’d stay away from wimmenfolk. Nothin’ but troubles, I sez! Nothin’ but troubles.

 If anything, I’m hoping this will give me a start in writing pirate/seafaring fiction… 

Welp, I have my July all planned out…

This has to be the funniest thing I’ve seen with Garfield the former president and Garfield the cat…

This is probably the best argument against communism I have ever laid eyes upon…