The warrior with his weapons taken away

Ever have one of those days where all you can think is red-hot haze? Those are the days the animal in you needs to hunt. Those are the days where we go out and drink and fight and fuck. Kill or die, rape and pillage. I can see my ancestors, celtic warriors, franks, danes, visgoths, […]

Ever have one of those days where all you can think is red-hot haze?

Those are the days the animal in you needs to hunt.

Those are the days where we go out and drink and fight and fuck. Kill or die, rape and pillage. I can see my ancestors, celtic warriors, franks, danes, visgoths, all those party animals who sacked rome again and again. I can see, sometimes, how simple a life it would have been. My axe, my spear, maybe a war club, nothing but white-hot berserker rage to fuel me, that and maybe some crude fire-water, some foul-tasting, sour mead or ale. Sweep in, screaming and roaring, over-whelm my foes with my fury and need to kill and crush, rend and tear.

Then bloody and battered, a captured wine bottle in my hand, I find the treasure, the prize won. The women await, for a different kind of violence.

Simple. Kill or die. The winner takes the prize. The most powerful, most beastly, gets the choice of the spoils.

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blog hackery again

I should not try to hack on my block when I’m fulla pharmacuticals, but Doxy got me started wanting to fix some things. This space may look all fucked up for a bit more. I’m trying to roll back to a fully-functional two column layout so I can start over. Should be better fairly soon […]

I should not try to hack on my block when I’m fulla pharmacuticals, but Doxy got me started wanting to fix some things.

This space may look all fucked up for a bit more. I’m trying to roll back to a fully-functional two column layout so I can start over. Should be better fairly soon though.

Either that or I take the rest of these pills and, well, after that, who will care?

Kilts n’ Tattoos

The bad news is I may not get my penis in a book. The good news is I’m working a kilt booth at a tattoo convention. Which should be a blast. I’m gonna be working at the Central Coast Tattoo Expo selling Utilikilts on March 5th and 6th. This is in Paso Robles, CA. More […]

The bad news is I may not get my penis in a book.

The good news is I’m working a kilt booth at a tattoo convention. Which should be a blast.

I’m gonna be working at the Central Coast Tattoo Expo selling Utilikilts on March 5th and 6th.

This is in Paso Robles, CA. More details to come on this, I just got word of it a few minutes ago.

Fear & Loathing in the Afterlife

Great obit for HST from Jackson Specific: Hunter S. Thompson, named by some in the hour of his self-inflicted death; a journalist, a writer, a clown, the godfather of gonzo, was all of these things and more. He was a fine writer, it can surely be said, a perceptive and frighteningly honest political commentator; an […]

Great obit for HST from Jackson Specific:

Hunter S. Thompson, named by some in the hour of his self-inflicted death; a journalist, a writer, a clown, the godfather of gonzo, was all of these things and more. He was a fine writer, it can surely be said, a perceptive and frighteningly honest political commentator; an intelligent, merry prankster who grasped life by the ankles and shook, until spare change sanity struck the hard sidewalk of reality hard enough to evoke a hearty gut laugh. He was a true and shining shard of jagged glass in the splintered mirror crown worn by America.

Purple again!

Ok. I’m back in a functional three-way layout. Three-Way. Say it with me. It’s still fucked up on Safari. I’ve come to the conclusion that this is a Safari bug, though, and am reporting it as such to Apple. If you’re a Safari user, sorry; I feel your pain, I use Safari and it annoys […]

Ok. I’m back in a functional three-way layout.

Three-Way. Say it with me.

It’s still fucked up on Safari. I’ve come to the conclusion that this is a Safari bug, though, and am reporting it as such to Apple. If you’re a Safari user, sorry; I feel your pain, I use Safari and it annoys the fuck out of me. But I’m not going to design to a bug in one browser.

Now I just need to find the lead developer for Safari and get him in a sleeper-hold until he fixes this shit.

Pagans and Kilts

I’ll admit I didn’t actually see much of the con part of PantheaCon. I didn’t go to any seminars on “Who’s Calling: Caller ID for the Gods” or “Mirror of My Soul: Relationship as a Magickal Art”. I didn’t go to anything called a ritual or a circle. I was too damned busy selling kilts […]

I’ll admit I didn’t actually see much of the con part of PantheaCon. I didn’t go to any seminars on “Who’s Calling: Caller ID for the Gods” or “Mirror of My Soul: Relationship as a Magickal Art”. I didn’t go to anything called a ritual or a circle. I was too damned busy selling kilts all day, and I didn’t really feel like hanging around all evening just in case something dirty happened.

Maybe if I’d know which rituals would have been most likely to turn into naked romps, I’d have stayed.

But I tell you, them pagans, they buy a lot of kilts. We sold almost twice what we expected, and that with a short staff at the booth an a shortage of larger kilt sizes.

It was a really different venue than what I’m used to working. I’m used to being outside, in a street or street-like area. I’m used to events where people are drinking. I’m used to events where we can get loud, and where we need to work to get people into our booth.

Here, we were in a small area, inside. We didn’t need to be loud. We didn’t get to hustle people into the booth. They came to us, often faster that we could handle them. Normally we hand out business cards and work people as they walk buy, but here, everyone knew what Utilikilts are.

It was low key, and quiet, yet we were selling kilts as fast as we could go most of Saturday.

I’d work this event again. It’s fun to work close to home for once, someplace where I could get in and out without a long trip. And it was fun pretty much running the booth. I’ve always worked with people who are in charge until now so it was a change to have to wing stuff, make stuff up and not have anyone else to ask or tell. The guy who was supposed to be running the booth had to cancel, so we spent a lot of time figuring out what to do and how to do it.

I think we did a great job on this one.

Still, I missed the drunken kilt-inspectors. Vending isn’t the same when you don’t get or give some good grope.

Hunter

I was at a used book convention yesterday, and one of the books I drooled over was a signed first edition of Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. I didn’t buy it, of course, but damn, I wanted to.

Last night, the friend I’d gone book shopping with called me and said Looks liek you should have bought that after all, the value’s going to go up by tomorrow.

HUNTER S. THOMPSON: 1937-2005 Original gonzo journalist kills self at age 67

I guess it’s a gonzo way to go out. Still, not, so not what I wanted to read. I can’t quite process that yet.

Under new Deconstruction

I’m still having layout problems — something is goofed up with my templates and I have not had time to sort it out. I’ve temporarily gone back to a default template without my changes while I sort out what broke. Should be more together in a day or so. Meanwhile, if you have a San […]

I’m still having layout problems — something is goofed up with my templates and I have not had time to sort it out. I’ve temporarily gone back to a default template without my changes while I sort out what broke.

Should be more together in a day or so.

Meanwhile, if you have a San Jose Mercury account, you can read a very shallow bit of an interview I did at PantheaCon:

Pagans work magic, turn some heads at San Jose hotel.

The bit that’s actually relevant is:

…So what’s with the kilts? Turner said she likes “men in skirts,” but they have no great religious significance.

Karl Elvis MacRae of Saratoga, a software engineer for Apple Computer, was volunteering at a kilt stand. He’s not a pagan, he just likes kilts. “Men have worn un-bifurcated garments for thousands of years,” he said. The kilt offers freedom, especially when it’s hot out.

Why not just wear shorts?

“Not as much of a breeze in shorts,” he answered. And he sometimes wears it to work. “You know, it’s Apple.”

Fresh Kilts!

Today and possibly most of the weekend (we’ll see about that), I will be Utilikilt-vending at PantheaCon in San Jose. I actually, wonder of wonders, did find a reader who’s going. (Come ‘an give daddy a kiss, Sonja!). Not what I expected, but maybe she found me by accident via a google search. In any […]

Today and possibly most of the weekend (we’ll see about that), I will be Utilikilt-vending at PantheaCon in San Jose.

I actually, wonder of wonders, did find a reader who’s going. (Come ‘an give daddy a kiss, Sonja!). Not what I expected, but maybe she found me by accident via a google search.

In any case, I have no idea if this thing will be a somber, serious deal (which is what it sounds like from the web site), or if it will be more what I picture as a pagan revel. In either case, I’m always happy to sell kilts, get people out of their pants, and spread the word on kilted freedom.

I’m hoping I come home monday with interesting stories to tell. I usually, but not always, have them from kilt vending days. But I can tell you this much; I can resist anything but temptation. Temptation already got the better of me this week once, I ordered a one-of-a-kind (or very few of a kind) black Survival Kilt:


Survival-1

I called up Uncle Otto at the shop after seeing one of these few black Survivals in my stock for P-con, and got lucky. He had one, just one, in my size. And no more are being made in black. These are the kilts Richard Hatch wore (a little, when he wasn’t butt-naked) on the Survivor all-star show with my buddy Lex. Otto got this kilt into a second day air box and I’m awaiting it’s delivery as I type.

Temptation. My friend. My enemy. Don’t tempt me. Don’t dare me. I will. Some of you know it.

So I’ve got a new kilt to wear this weekend, and in a few minutes I’m going to load up my van with 300lbs of kilts, and head downtown. But first, one more cup of coffee, and where is that delivery guy?