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Excited we be, as evidenced by the cannon's roar. Argh, matey it's Talk Like a Pirate Day. So batten down the hatches and raise yer pirate flag high. Just don' be rapin' and pillagin' nothin', cuz it's not be like a pirate day. Our friend Beka, who has pirate heritage, has a joke she made up, with which we'll leave you now.

"Modern Pirate Ship" by Rasmus Rasmussen

Yesterday we were down at Pike Place Market feasting on a Three Girls Bakery sandwich and on the way out we spotted the Seafair Pirates making their rounds. "Pardon us, pirates coming through!" they said, making their way through the molasses-like flow of tourists which we thought was probably not authentic pirate behavior. (We wouldn't be completely outraged if a pirate lopped off a head or two of the sidewalk-gawking variety of tourist who's astonished to see, you know, peaches! and bread! for sale in a public market and has to stop in their tracks to verify the observation.) The pirates landed at Alki on July 7, and from the looks of their site's photo albums, they've made their way from there to Mercer Island, Kent, Chinatown, and up to Greenwood since.

Last night at the Old Pequliar, the winning trivia team defeated 12 others to take home $100. Want to know how you'd do? Gather together 4 of your friends and see how many of these questions you can answer. We'll post the correct answers later today -- along with the team standings from last night and maybe some other insights.

Mariners franchise wins leader Jamie Moyer, who is apparently as discardable as a day-old croissant, beat the Cubs last night and became the oldest Phillie pitcher to win a game (Moyer's 43).

that we want to kill anyone and everyone that makes a "something on a something" joke. But then we realized that there was no way we could ever win this fight, and, hell, if you can't beat them, we might as well join them. And with that, you have the theme of this weeks' Gothamist network post.

After kicking our collective asses for four consecutive days, the heat is finally backing down. So pull yourself together. Go outside again -- especially to Capitol Hill this weekend.

Gilbert & Sullivan's advice, when the foeman bears his steel, is to take heart of grace. As for that disgraced Congressman, retiring to his yacht, this anthem:

Forget Pirates of the Carribean: Dead Man's Chest. The true blockbuster of the summer is Seattle Gilbert & Sullivan Society's Pirates of Penzance, playing at the Bagley Wright Theatre at Seattle Center.

Our favorite radio weatherman, Cliff Mass, says that it is going to be nice and sunny this weekend. With highs getting up into the 80s (you're laughing at us, rest of the country, aren't you?).

Ok, we'll just admit up front: we killed your puppy. No, it's worse. We didn't really... well, ok, we didn't like The Matrix. Even the first one. There, we've said it. So we weren't exactly jonesing for a new Wachowski Brothers joint. We do, however, like Alan Moore, and we like when movies try to be subversive, so off to see V for Vendetta we went last night. (Moore wrote the graphic novel on which the movie's based, but he requested that his name not be associated with the film). We took it in at the Cinerama, where we joined a host of folks that most clearly trust Los Hermanos Wachowski. Black clothing and skull imagery and general hip geekiness and geeky hipness abounded. They cheered and sqeeed their way through most of the summer blockbuster sequel previews: lots of love for X-Men: The Last Stand (not surprising given the crowd), almost as much love for Pirates of the Carribean: Dead Man's Chest (a little surprising, no?), and even some busses for ol' Tom and MI:III (really? Tom? Still?). Though no applause for Superman--people seem to be withholding judgment on that one.

While we haven't got anything against Notre Dame (nor little fellas with big hearts), we don't much care for local barbershop chain Rudy's. Seattlest has never gotten a cut or color there---we already know where our hair loyalties lie---but even our brief encounters with Rudy's staff have not been good. Look: we've got a very low tolerance for snide, hipper-than-thou attitude from people who spend their days sculpting fauxhawks and sweeping up hair. Though it should be mentioned that somehow the staff at the Phinney Ridge location is the exception to the rudeness rule, overall, Rudy's customer service is about as good as their website...which is to say it's terrible.

Seattlest enjoyed a rare night of theatre this weekend. We saw Patience, a lovely show put on by Seattle’s Gilbert and Sullivan society. Now, if you’ve never seen a Gilbert and Sullivan show before, we suggest thinking of their oeuvre as a cross between Oscar Wilde and Cole Porter, with an occasional dash of pirates (see Pirates of Penzance) and some satire thrown in for good measure.