Coming from the world of Irish/Celtic/East Coast music, a tradition rife with sea shanties, there’s something I gotta get off my chest:
What do you do with the drunken sailor?
What do you do with the drunken sailor?
What do you do with the drunken sailor?
Early in the morning?
Chorus
Way, hay up she rises,
Way, hay, up she rises,
Way, hay, up she rises,
Early in the morning!
I tell you this. I know all the traditional verses and none of them apply. 
Alistair asked:
Hate to ask a stupid question but whats Everquest?
Far from a stupid question 
EverQuest is a MMORPG (massively multiplayer online roleplaying game) that I started playing the better part of a decade ago.
Essentially, you exist as a character in a rendered 3-dimensional world with a few thousand of your closest friends and set on tasks to fight orcs, dragons, giants, goblins and gnolls (humanoid dog-like critters).
It’s often referred to as EverCrack because people get addicted to it. I was genuinely surprised how addicted to EQ I became.
EverQuest II is the next version of EverQuest.
I learned a long time ago, when the Earth was green… there were more kinds of animals than you’ve ever seen…
Erm. Stupid attempt at humour in light of a life changing decision…
I learned a long time ago that you shouldn’t make broad, sweeping announcements of a life-changing nature in The Resolute Voice because it’ll only come back and bite you on the ass. With this in mind:
I’m not drinking coffee for a month. Cold turkey. Jammies for java.
The shakes have already started and I’m not yet 5 hours into this. I’m addicted. Completely. Utterly. Coffee in any form.
I’ve been drinking too much of the stuff lately. I have willpower, dammit.
I’ll supplant the urges by drinking herbal teas. Maybe I’ll learn to knit, or to enjoy my job. Besides, I have my other two vices — beer and porn — on which I can rest my undersated need for C8H10N4O2.
When you put it that way it almost sounds dirty. Mua ha ha.
My name is Maximus Decimus Meridius. Commander of the armies of
the North, general of the Felix Legions, loyal servant to the
true emperor Marcus Aurelius. Father to a murdered son, husband
to a murdered wife, and I will have my vengeance in this life or
the next.
I (heart) this movie.
I can never decide whether I should put it with the action movies, or the naughty movies. Throw in something Irish and a few firemen and it’d be close to a perfect piece of cinema.
I’m sitting here in the dark. I’m too lazy to go buy lightbulbs. That’s just fine — I get to light candles and stare into the soft glow of the monitor. There’s a beer, and a cat eyeing the beer…
The Stargate DVD is playing in a window; I’m surfing through Blog Explosion in another. Life is good.
I’m a Stargate fanatic. Do I know why?
Col. Jack O’Neill. Mrowr.
And, although James Spader has been known to elicit mrowrdom, Michael Shanks is more of the same Mrowr calibre as The Collective Cols Jack O’Neill of Kurt Russell and Richard Dean Anderson.
While I’m lusting after science fiction characters, is it wrong to find animated characters attractive hawt? Titan A.E.’s Capt. Joseph Korso is, shall we say, nicely drawn.
Bad coffee. Burnt coffee. Good coffee. Strong coffee. Weak coffee. I’m addicted.
Whenever I try to lay off, my coworkers double the amount of coffee they buy for me. Apparently, I get “snarly”. Bastards.
Decaf? What’s the point.
There are worse addictions, I suppose. I could be addicted to porn.
Oh, wait.