The ayes have it: The Carnival of the Elitist Bastards is staying monthly, at least for now. That means I have many captains and not enough ship. As Rowan Atkinson so memorably said, "I'm afraid I'll have to split you into groups."
Captains for the next nine months are as follows:
July 26th - PZ Myers, Pharyngula
August 30th - Blake Stacey, Science After Sunclipse
September 27th - NP, The Coffee-Stained Writer
October 25th - John Pieret, Thoughts in a Haystack
November 29th - Paul Sunstone, Café Philos
December 27th - Ames, Submitted to a Candid World
January 31st - Efrique, Ecstathy
February 28th - Chaos Lee, The Chaos Hangover
March 28th - Atheist Chaplain, So You Think I'm a Barstard
A lot of worthy names didn't make that list for an excellent reason: I'm keeping you in reserve.
Reserve officers are essential in any enterprise. Should we lose a captain, you're there to step up to the helm. Should this thing take off beyond all reasonable expectations and we be forced to set sail every two weeks, I have a ready pool of captains to pull from rather than frantically searching for warm bodies. And if neither of these things happen, you'll still be helming the ship: it just won't be within the next nine months.
With that much organized, I think it's time for a rousing sea chanty: