After 112 days, the nightly blame-fest that was the Deepwater oil disaster finally seems to be over, revealing what a slow season for news it really has been. Like all Americans, we were transfixed by the eerie online spectacle of thousand of barrels of crude oil escaping from a broken pipe a mile below the ocean’s surface.
For about two minutes. If you’re like us, you logged on long enough to get the general idea (worst ecological disaster of our time), then watched for another ninety seconds just to make sure that a great white wasn’t going to appear from that petroleum smokestack and attack the camera in typical “Shark Week” fashion.
As a theme restaurant of the nautical kind, Smugglers’ Inn is understandably concerned about the impact the spill will have on the industry that supplies us with half the ingredients in our Surf ‘n Turf.
As an ad agency AND theme restaurant, part of us feels compelled to crack jokes in the face of doom.
It must be the biggest part, because Smugglers’ Inn has declared September, “Talk-Like-A-Fancy-Pirate© Month”.
It’s kicky! It’s kewl! It beats “BP Apology Month” or “More Moaning about the Economy Month.”
Try these phrases in Fancy Pirate©, then make up your own.
”RRR you sure you can’t hear Freddy Mercury under this spot for Michelle Bachmann?”
“Keep the parrot? Lose the parrot?”
”Bugger the cost! And the horse he rode in on!”
“Well, blow me down if ‘taint so! Or, if it’s Thursday.”
“Avast! Hole opens in my heart me when I realize that another agency registered a unicorn app.”
Well, your pals at Smug’s just got word that we have a couple of campaigns in the upcoming CA annual. Who-hoo! Come November, these tables will be filled and we may even have another client who doesn’t pay in Confederate money. Until then, “Aye! Think we’re available…and that eye patch is you!”
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