Maybe its like the Japanese with R's and L's, which means they are saying skirt but it just sounds like kilt to us.
Kirt Con. I mean, what, there were kirts? Skirts? But.. what else was there? Couldn't attend and need to know.
well at the vendor at dragoncon there was a good looking young woman in a kilt working there. just sayin. women look good in kilts.
Technically alcohol is a depressant so it won't decrease your level of sorrows. Not to worry, it will enhance them and produce whole new ones. Sometimes I hate myself.
So I'm sitting in church yesterday, and this guy comes walking in and sits in my row. He was wearing a kilt (I say kilt, because it was actually plaid), leather medallioned calf boots, dirk in the right boot, and to top it off one of those white t-shirts with a printed on tie. And a cup of (possibly Irish) coffee. A somewhat inappropriate ensemble I thought, but hey, to each his own.
One of the only things that I liked about our capital was how freely people dressed. To me, seeing other people with their skulls impaled with metal spikes and the occasional Rei walking down the street, I think it is incredibly relaxing. It gives me the feeling that hey - we at least tolerate each other being different and we seem to allow each to express themselves pretty freely. That always gives me a warm and fuzzy feeling. Exactly the same reason why I absolutely loathe small towns - there's this fucking Stephen Kingesque thing going on in them. Someone from out of town drives in, people don't recognize him and they stop dead in their tracks, drop their groceries and point at the intruder with fingers while screaming with a horrid voice. Heaven forbid if anyone of their own dared to dress in devilish ways! Such a person ought to be burnt on stake and any reference to such a disgraceful person be removed permanently.
