HUGE SUCCESS, SO WHY DO I FEEL DEAD?
Wow. That'a all we can say. Wow.
And thank you.
Look, we'll have more to say later, but I just got off the phone with Cap'n Slappy and he sounds about as bad as I feel. Much Dead Guy Ale was consumed last night. The Festering Boil (our virtual priate ship) lurched into port, three sheets to the wind, with much joyous bellowing and off-key singing. A time was had by all. Even Bob, who apparently drove up from Southern California for the party.
I mention this only to explain to our friends why it might take us a little while to get to our e-mail. Or our feet, for that matter.
But thanks to everyone. Talk Like a Pirate Day was celebrated by millions of people all around the word. We have no way of , was mentioned everywhere, in venues we never even thought about contacting. You guys kept spreading the word, and it got passed around like a bad cold. Everybody caught it. Thank you.
Our Web site got over 6 million hits yesterday. 6 MILLION. We smoked a server at our ISP. The guys from PEAK Internet were among the heroes of the day, and when they showed up at the bar with the day's statistics, thanking us for providing them with a real test of their service - well, let's just say they didn't have to buy any drinks last night.
Also need to thank the guys at Riley's who put ona great spread, got all dressed up, and endured much from the mob of listing pirate wannabees.
Finally, thanks to our close personal friend, Pulitzer-Prize winner Dave Barry, who had our back yesterday. He was on NPR's All Things Considered show and the interviewer was getting a little snarky about the idea of Talk Like a Pirate Day. Dave held his ground and won the day. You can hear it on NPR's Web site.
Ouch. Aspirin. Now. Lots.
-- Ol' Chumbucket, ed.
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