Wew, I was putting together a rescue package.

say, hell yeh, for sisters. :)

An elite Delta Force of Duaniacs was standing by, shrouded in secrecy, to come and drag you back from the dens of iniquity in NOLA, just waiting for the signal. Black helicopters, dispatch pills and all.
Glad you're back, Miss Donnah. It just isn't the same without you. And I'm VERY glad your pics aren't on your hard drive... that would have been a terrible tragedy, and what we do for fun on Hump Days?

Obviously, a man in a kilt probably invented the word hard drive..

I like those new work kilts..but my wife is worried I might actually wear it. The only one I have right now is an orange and blue terry cloth one :(

Glad you're ok..and your pc is back. There is a new gadget called 'click free' that is a pretty nice back up device..

Owen in a blue-and-orange terrycloth tow.. I mean kilt! If I was able to whistle, I'd whistle at you right now. Maybe that would make the Rat's Mouth a little more bearable.
But I've never bee able to whistle, so you'll have to settle for a flash of dimple. So sorry.

Pants are a fairly modern fashion. My Celtic racial memory allows me a bit of appreciation for a kilted male in boots.

OO Mr. Cracker ... I see a wardrobe upgrade headed your way.

Glad your adventures are over safely, in NOLA and PCville.

And my own racial memory (ha ha, I just finished "Clan of the Cave Bear" so I know what that is!) has left me with an affinity for guys in buckskins and no shirts. How bout somebody make a buckskin kilt? I'd pay to see that!

I've read that Winston Churchill was deliberately trying to trigger racial memory in his composing of the exhortation segment of his famous "We shall fight on the beaches" speech. He chose all Old English words except for the word "surrender" used in the final "We shall never surrender" line.

I guess that while facing what was thought at the time to be an imminent German invasion, it was worth a try.

There is a really nice site that sells those work kilts, and dress ones..and so on. I think they're cool..

Glad you weren't campaigning for the 'Bama whilst
in NOLA..Donnah, it doesn't appear to be a wise move these days..

S.F. activist slain in New Orleans robbery..

"Right now I'm rolling into New Orleans," she wrote last Thursday on her blog. "I really don't know what to expect. An old friend of a new friend offered to pick me up from the station and get me to the house of another friend of a friend. The sun is setting on the bayou-licked lands and I am truly fortunate."

That was the last any of her friends was to hear from her. Two days later, her body was found on a sidewalk in a tough section of the Ninth Ward of New Orleans, about 3 miles northeast of the French Quarter.

..confronting capitalism indeed.....

Okay, Owen, I have a question for you about kilts. I know you'll laugh at me and tease me about my supposed fascination with underwear, and that is your right and privilege, but I'm gonna ask it anyway...
*deep breath*
What do guys wear underneath their kilts?
Do they just wear whatever they'd normally wear under their regular clothes? Or is there some special kilt-oriented thingamajig, traditionally Scottish, that you can get to go under there?
Now, I'm tempted to get my man to wear a kilt for Halloween... oh, forgot: 1. he wouldn't. 2. We've already decided what we're going as, and kilts don't factor into it. Rats.

And we couldn't be bothered to stop in as we motored by...twice?

We flew! We flew!

Which reminds me, I read an article that made me think about you. I'll post it next.

Starla, I am gonna tell the teacher if you keep
trying to look up my kilt.

What kind of real man would wear ANYTHING under his kilt ??

*jaw drops* Really? *drops pencil and leans over to pick it up* I could've swore... Well, if you say there's nothing under there but you, I guess I'llhave to believe you! Reminds me: American asks his new Scottish friend "Say, Angus, is anything worn under a kilt?" to which Angus replied "och, no! Everything is in good working order!"

Remind me to show you my bagpipes sometime...;)

The pipes are calling, calling, from glen to glen and up the mountainside...