The Poopdeck


The Talk Like A Pirate Day Newsletter
Published when the fancy strikes
Ol' Chumbucket, ed.
ISSUE NO. 16 September 30, 2004
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In this issue:

Last Day To Register For Gasparilla Trip!

This is it! Today is the last day to sign up at our Web site for the chance to win a trip to Tampa's famed Gasparilla Festival.

Talklikeapirate.com is hosting the contest, and the prize is a trip for two to Florida for the Gasparilla Festival, one of the best and biggest pirate celebrations on the planet!!

We're sorry, but the contest is open to U.S. residents only. We didn't make the rules, we're just providing the portal for people to sign up.

The winner will receive three nights at the TradeWinds Island Resort, right on the Gulf of Mexico in St. Pete's Beach, and round trip airline tickets for two on Southwest Airlines. While in Florida you'll spend time across the bay in Tampa enjoying the world famous Gasparilla Festival from Jan. 27 through 30. The festival is an annual weekend festival of raucous revelry and beach-front fun.

To register to win, go to this spot on our Web site - http://www.talklikeapirate.com/contest.html and sign up.

This special contest is for fans of Talk Like A Pirate Day and is sponsored by TradeWinds Island Grand Resort, Southwest Airlines and the Tampa Bay Convention & Visitors Bureau.

Hurry and register now! The contest closes Sept. 30. That's today!

What a Great Day!

Talk Like a Pirate Day for 2004 has come and gone and we had a great time. Thanks to all who took part, all the radio stations, TV, and newspapers who spread the word. Special thanks to our Ambassad-aars! for helping spread the word in their communities. Special thanks to Lusty Lisa of the plains, who ended up being interviewed by a station in Des Moines.

And thanks to all who partied and had fun and sent us the photos and stories. You'll see an amazing record of antics at our site. From Japan to Florida, from Ireland to Antarctica, on all seven continents people were goofy and talked (and acted!) and like pirates, just because it's fun!

And Cap'n Slappy and I have nearly overcome our hangovers. In retrospect, the rum on top of all the ale probably wasn't a great idea. But it seemed to make sense at the time.

Get Your Blue Pencils Out!

For those who have purchased our book (and God love ya for doing so!) I have an editing assignment. Get out yer blue pencils and delete the references to the fact that we've never met Dave Barry, our close personal friend and winner of the Pulitzer Prize. Because on Friday, Sept. 24, I did just that!

OK, Slappy didn't, because he was still feeling the effects of our celebration the previous weekend. But Mad Sally, the Official Lusty Pirate Wench and I, traveled up to Portland to see Dave and Ridley Pearson, his co-author (and officially Our New Best Pal) read from their new book, "Peter and the Starcatchers." It was a fun presentation, and afterwards we got to meet Dave. What a great guy! His charm is that he's just a normal guy, very funny, but of course he's not. He's Dave Freakin' Barry! But he couldn't have been more generous, more pleasant, more like a guy. There is a photo of the historic meeting (OK, historic to ME, if to no one else) on our Web site, taken by Mad Sally.

And the book, by the way, is terrific. A great read for the family.

Getting close

Again, thanks to all who have purchased our book, "Well Blow Me Down: A Guy's Guide to Talking Like a Pirate." We are very near the break-even point, and since it's our own money tied up in the venture, that's kinda important. It means very soon, no matter how this goes, we won't be losing money on publishing the book. As you might guess, we think that's very important.

So thanks to all. And to those who haven't - or who enjoyed it so much they want to buy six or seven copies for friends (Christmas is coming, after all) remember to check our Web store at http://talklikeapirate.com/booty.html.

Gotta weigh anchor now, the official Talk Like a Pirate Day mother-in-law has some errands I promised to run for her.

-- Ol' Chumbucket