Today, (September 19) Symantec took our advice (against their better judgement), gambled and let us install the "Talk Like a Pirate" module (http://drupal.org/project/pirate) on their "Juice" community at http://juice.altiris.com
It's been a blast!
If you read this on the 19th, drop by and read how the filter changes regular posts into "pirate speak".
If you missed the event, here's a sample post from one of the users:
Wow. Pirate auto-conversion!
Submitted by sjlewis on 19 September, 2008 - 11:35.
At first, I thought everyone were bein' just talkin' like a pirate. I di'nae realize that Juice is actually convertin' our text from english t' pirate speak, I'll warrant ye! I spent some time craftin' me last email t' be pirate-y clever ... but apparently, I just need t' let juice do th' work.
This entry were bein' entered with normal english ... it will be fun t' see what th' pirate conversion algorithm will do t' it.
Did anyone e'er wonder what Billy Joel songs would sound like if he were a pirate, and a bucket o' chum? Probably a lot more drunk than usual ... let's see, shall we?
It's nine o'clock on a saturday
The regular crowd shuffles in
There's an auld lubber sittin' next t' me
Makin' love t' his tonic and gin
The ornery cuss says, son, can ye play me a memory?
I'm not really sure how it goes
But 'tis sad and 'tis sweet and I knew it complete
When I wore a younger mans clothes
La la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da
(Chorus)
Sin' us a song, ye're th' piano lubber
Sin' us a song tonight
Well, were all in th' mood fer a melody
And ye've got us feelin' alright
Now john at th' bar is a matey o' mine
The ornery cuss gets me me drinks fer free
And he be quick with a joke or t' light up yer smoke
But there's someplace that he'd rather be
The ornery cuss says, bill, I believe this is killin' me.
As th' smile ran away from his face
Well I'm sure that I could be a movie star
If I could get out o' this place
Oh, la la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da
Now paul is a real estate novelist
Who ne'er had time fer a lady
And he be talkin' with davy who's still in th' navy
And likely will be fer life
And th' waitress is practicin' politics
As th' businessmen slowly get stoned
Aye, they're sharin' a drink they call loneliness
But 'tis better than drinkin' alone
Chorus
It's a pretty good crowd fer a saturday
And th' admiral gives me a smile
cause he knows that 'tis me they've been comin' t' see
To forget about life fer a while
And th' piano, it sounds like a carnival
And th' microphone smells like a beer
And they sit at th' bar and put bread in me jar
And say, lubber, what are ye doin' here?
Oh, la la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da
Chorus