Sable Island or Bust…
If I were on Sable, which I’m afeared I do belong, I would be at this point of no return: I really do not care “Captain Eh! Hab! (X-Montreal Canadian that you be)” iffen we find the gold in this here “Hell Hole” pit of Lucifer or not, just so long as someone can stop this confounded leakage from apourin’ in on me head… And no I don’t want that them thar umburrla, that’s for thee rich folks back ‘omes in Newfinland…
Points of Frustration: Discovery Learning
1. Attempting to respond to all of the blogs posted when you really haven’t got a clue as to what it is you are talking about in the 1st place (Last is what I am best at.)… I can fake it (when needed) but I am most certainly not anywheres as close to being a Johnny Depp in piratanical capability/culpability!
2. I seem to be able to attach to my weblog some of that which is expected of we sailors but once I get the URL posted (If that is what this is?) I can’t seem to navigate out of the shallow end because dog paddlin’ (the “Watermelon Crawl”) is all that I know: my brain is like a rock and I’m sinking fast folks – throw me a buoy boys.
I have set up Google Docs (I think), a Meebo Account (read a pretty disturbing chat – chill the patch and pegleg off any pirate that I know of), attempted a podcast etc et al and can see the “Rainbow’s Rim” and the outhouse sittin’ on top of me pot of gold: ‘Tis the “Luck of the Irish” I tell yee lad…
3. I have attempted RSS feeds, blog tags/hooks/links: my toolbar is starting to look like it has a bad case of acne, and have become addicted to widget rum and the uploading of pictures (not even the unmentionable sort: sorry Victoria (but that shall be our little secret)) because establishing a Wiki (my kid sister’s nickname), and a glossary for the terms that would take me another 46 years (Angel’s age) to interpret and internalize are simply out of my realm of theory and that of the “Creationist” movement.
4. Do not get me wrong landlubbers that we be, I am frustrated but quitting is not apart of my Icelandic vocabulary – I know that I am on the verge of “breakin’ on through to the other side” Jimmy, and I know that the gold I find just may pay for the shower I will need in the end: ARBEEDAR! – An Icelandic (Viking Horde) saying that probably means: “Beothuk Bested!” Gotta go: there’s a white whale swimmin’ by and he’s offered me a ride: Hey! Moby! Wait up there buddy…
