A landlocked weekend

…Otherwise known as “Flint Goes to Ohio Fer Some Reason”.

T'was probably a bout of madness that caused it, but I braved the cold and gray to walk among thousands of strangely dressed people fer three days, though to my surprise I found several of my pirate brethren in attendance at this ritualistic gathering.

Also managed to partake of some music by one text your ex back

“>Sir Jonathan Coulton of (New) York. (He happens to sing a catchy tune about animated gray matter-devourin' corpses that the crew's quite fond of.)

And, bein' a self-respectin' pirate, I made sure to at least steal a part of his soul before I left.

A good weekend if I do say so m'self!