Oh, wait. You don't, and you're expecting me to tell you.
Fair enough -- it's Boquisucio's birthday!
Yes, Friends and Neighbors, Denizennes and Denizens, Commenters and Lurkers, today is the day that the Admiral of the Moat, the Master of Multilingual Malaprops, the Castle's contribution to Ibero-American amity, and Squid-In-Residence has successfully completed yet another circumsolar orbit!
And, since he already has a flagship (some assembly required, batteries not included, don't run with that bowsprit in your mouth), a copy of "Care and Feeding of Moat Monsters for Dummies," and enough mops to last until the economy actually *does* begin to recover, I was hard-pressed to think of a suitable present.
And then it struck me.
Dockyard accessories!
Now all we gotta find him is a dock...



Oh. Wait.
You are the Yang to Fidel's Ying, Boq.
Cheers
Happy Birthday Boq!
My "Sand Pebbles" was the "Neversail" at now closed NTC Orlando. The San Diego version is still there as I saw daily when driving past the old NTC there on the way downtown for the ACSM convention.
Whether Admiral of the Moat or of teh Ocean Seas, a squid is a squid is a squid. You're just a Brown Water Sailor in this case.
Given the state of the moat since the sewers backed up -- yeah.
"It's those damn zombies that live under the drawbridge."