I saw a guy at a bar on Sunday wearing a utility kilt. And I thought that was the weirdest thing i’ve seen. Kilt party would have to rank right up there.
There’s an employee at my husband’s company who wears a utility kilt to work every day–and no one gives him any guff, since he’s 6’4″ and appears to weigh about 400 pounds. And really, it’s not that far from the cargo shorts that all the other male employees (including my husband) wear.
tune: “Down on the Corner,” Creedence Clearwater Revival
Sergio and Ginny
Tied one on last night
Now he’s gone commando
While she wears his tighty-whites
Ruby says “The lab folk
Do not fool around”
‘Til she finds a bunch of drunks
All set to party down
Down at the checkpoint,
Security
Throwin’ one hell of a kilt party
Bring a drink and dance with me
Violet Bee is ruthless
But she didn’t show
Did she say “Leave me ’til noon”
Or was that just GODOT?
Skin Horse has a chance now
To solve the mystery
Still, a job with Party Mob
Appeals to Unity
[repeat chorus endlessly while boogying your ass off]
St. Charlie, we’re on a train
Where everybody’s insane!
Poor Doctor Lee’s in pain, it makes her head throb!
A-Sig withdrawn …
Now Skin Horse is on!
There’s beer in here, and … I want a new job!
[CHORUS:]
So, screw it! Let’s all work here!
There’s kilts ‘n’ parties ‘n’ beer!
Yes, my decision is clear,
I’m quitting my job!
I want a new job … I want a new job …
If there’s a pension,
I’m joining this mob!
The residences are fun,
But in the lab, ev’ryone
Is focused, so be prepared, I’m turning the knob …
Open the door …
There’s a dance floor!
Says the zombie, “Screw it!
To @#$% with this job!” [repeat CHORUS]
**grin** The really sad thing is that that’s NOT a kilt that this guy is wearing, it’s a Catholic schoolgirl’s skirt. Also, I’m waiting for the local SCA group to show up– I mean, the attitude is ALL there. (Society for Creative Anachronism, btw.)
I’m in the Historical Pre-Enactment Society, myself. History is so much easier to revise when you do it before it happens.
mnem
“James, Jesus never rode a Polar Bear with Lincoln to fight giant sand scorpions; you know damn well it was a T-Rex. Lincoln rode the polar bear.”
I still think that’s one of the best random bits of Dresden Codak fluff ever. (Plus, the ‘Historical Pre-enactment Society’ hoodie is one of the best bits of geek wear.)
Hey, now, not all of us are kilt wearing wierdoes! Though there was this one creepy fellow associated with our local group for a while who showed up in the Catholic Schoolgirl kilt/skirt and frilly poet-shirt combination. He made a good case for preemptively activating any death benefits he might have been entitled to…
Ugh. I hadn’t thought of that guy in years. I need me some mead to wash that out of my brain.
Not a thing wrong with Kilts, Thank you very much!!! My brother wore one to his high school prom! I still have the picture some place. And he was/is one of those guys that no one would say a thing to him about wearing a skirt.
(Brief filk entry, using the first little bit of Billy Joel’s _Piano Man_. Didn’t get to the chorus, but I’m just on my coffeebreak, so.)
It’s nine o clock on a Saturday,
Anasigma’s ops are looking pale.
Their leader’s in bed, ’til noon’s what she said,
It looks like their efforts may fail.
Oh, but Skin Horse is still on top of things!
They’re going to sort out GODOT!
No kilt party fuss can stop them because
Dear Sweetheart’s a buzzkill, you know.
As pointed out, that’s not a kilt, but a school girl’s skirt.
(I’d say prep school rather than Catholic, given how short it is.)
Bisecting the knee is correct for the modern fitted dress kilt.
Military kilts of the 18th and 19th centuries were below the knee.
The older great kilt might hang to mid shin or lower, depending on how wide the loom was, how tall the man is, and how hot the weather is.
You belt it up higher in hot or muddy conditions.
If you think that skirt’s too short for a Catholic school, you clearly did’nt go to my Catholic high school, where the only thing higher than the hems was the teen pregnancy rate. They all got the part about how the Pope didn’t want you to use birth control, but totally missed the part about how he also didn’t want you to have sex, thank you.
That’s not Dirk Tiede in the kilt is it? (Since I recall Ruby is the comic version of his wife, I’ve been waiting for him to show up. The man rocks a kilt.)
In the security guy’s defense, it can’t be easy trying to be a Reasonable Authority Figure in St. Charlie. Every mad scientist on the train probably considers it a duty to try to do an end run around him at some point. Anybody would start drinking under those conditions.
I saw a guy at a bar on Sunday wearing a utility kilt. And I thought that was the weirdest thing i’ve seen. Kilt party would have to rank right up there.
There’s an employee at my husband’s company who wears a utility kilt to work every day–and no one gives him any guff, since he’s 6’4″ and appears to weigh about 400 pounds. And really, it’s not that far from the cargo shorts that all the other male employees (including my husband) wear.
tune: “Down on the Corner,” Creedence Clearwater Revival
Sergio and Ginny
Tied one on last night
Now he’s gone commando
While she wears his tighty-whites
Ruby says “The lab folk
Do not fool around”
‘Til she finds a bunch of drunks
All set to party down
Down at the checkpoint,
Security
Throwin’ one hell of a kilt party
Bring a drink and dance with me
Violet Bee is ruthless
But she didn’t show
Did she say “Leave me ’til noon”
Or was that just GODOT?
Skin Horse has a chance now
To solve the mystery
Still, a job with Party Mob
Appeals to Unity
[repeat chorus endlessly while boogying your ass off]
Congratulations: Your song is as much fun as Eddurd’s today.
That man..looks like an amalgam of two bagpipers I knew back in my hometown. One of whom had *exactly* that kind of attitude.
Before this is over someone will get kilt.
Bad punster! Down!
You’re skirting the edges of bad-taste with that pun.
(TUNE: “Sloop John B”, Beach Boys)
St. Charlie, we’re on a train
Where everybody’s insane!
Poor Doctor Lee’s in pain, it makes her head throb!
A-Sig withdrawn …
Now Skin Horse is on!
There’s beer in here, and … I want a new job!
[CHORUS:]
So, screw it! Let’s all work here!
There’s kilts ‘n’ parties ‘n’ beer!
Yes, my decision is clear,
I’m quitting my job!
I want a new job … I want a new job …
If there’s a pension,
I’m joining this mob!
The residences are fun,
But in the lab, ev’ryone
Is focused, so be prepared, I’m turning the knob …
Open the door …
There’s a dance floor!
Says the zombie, “Screw it!
To @#$% with this job!”
[repeat CHORUS]
“Fun Lurch 2012”? Is that a 5K lurch, as in 5 kilograms of brains consumed along the way?
**grin** The really sad thing is that that’s NOT a kilt that this guy is wearing, it’s a Catholic schoolgirl’s skirt. Also, I’m waiting for the local SCA group to show up– I mean, the attitude is ALL there. (Society for Creative Anachronism, btw.)
I’m in the Historical Pre-Enactment Society, myself. History is so much easier to revise when you do it before it happens.
mnem
“James, Jesus never rode a Polar Bear with Lincoln to fight giant sand scorpions; you know damn well it was a T-Rex. Lincoln rode the polar bear.”
OK, I wanna be in a historical pre-enactment society! Hell, I want to be in AYTHING with you guys!
“We’re gonna fight the Eskimos next…. This time all the old guys’re gonna go. Guys around sixty.” We can make this happen!
Rats, I’m only 50! And you’ll probably start running groups of 70 y/o’s in another decade!
I still think that’s one of the best random bits of Dresden Codak fluff ever. (Plus, the ‘Historical Pre-enactment Society’ hoodie is one of the best bits of geek wear.)
My favorite is probably still this one, though I think the Dept of Irradiation badge is right up there with the HiPEAS hoodie:
http://dresdencodak.com/2006/02/13/trouble-in-memphis/
I TOTALLY want to be stalked by Sokar for the purpose of philosophical debate.
mnem
*PUNT!*
I have to admit my favorite Dresden Codak of all time is still probably Dungeons & Discourse.
Hey, now, not all of us are kilt wearing wierdoes! Though there was this one creepy fellow associated with our local group for a while who showed up in the Catholic Schoolgirl kilt/skirt and frilly poet-shirt combination. He made a good case for preemptively activating any death benefits he might have been entitled to…
Ugh. I hadn’t thought of that guy in years. I need me some mead to wash that out of my brain.
Not a thing wrong with Kilts, Thank you very much!!! My brother wore one to his high school prom! I still have the picture some place. And he was/is one of those guys that no one would say a thing to him about wearing a skirt.
(Brief filk entry, using the first little bit of Billy Joel’s _Piano Man_. Didn’t get to the chorus, but I’m just on my coffeebreak, so.)
It’s nine o clock on a Saturday,
Anasigma’s ops are looking pale.
Their leader’s in bed, ’til noon’s what she said,
It looks like their efforts may fail.
Oh, but Skin Horse is still on top of things!
They’re going to sort out GODOT!
No kilt party fuss can stop them because
Dear Sweetheart’s a buzzkill, you know.
Sweet! Nice work. It’s always hard when Eddurd and Kay are ultra-filking in the vicinity, but you pulled it off.
“Pension? Hmm, no one has ever survived that long”
That guy’s kilt is too short – the bottom hem should bisect the kneecap.
They’re mad
As pointed out, that’s not a kilt, but a school girl’s skirt.
(I’d say prep school rather than Catholic, given how short it is.)
Bisecting the knee is correct for the modern fitted dress kilt.
Military kilts of the 18th and 19th centuries were below the knee.
The older great kilt might hang to mid shin or lower, depending on how wide the loom was, how tall the man is, and how hot the weather is.
You belt it up higher in hot or muddy conditions.
If you think that skirt’s too short for a Catholic school, you clearly did’nt go to my Catholic high school, where the only thing higher than the hems was the teen pregnancy rate. They all got the part about how the Pope didn’t want you to use birth control, but totally missed the part about how he also didn’t want you to have sex, thank you.
Sorry, I can’t not assume that’s Madblood drunkenly yelling about kilts.
This is my new headcanon.
Maybe that’s a Madblood-bot, drinking the hypothetical robot-compatible alcohol discussed in yesterday’s comments. (2012-09-10, not 2018-07-22.)
That’s not Dirk Tiede in the kilt is it? (Since I recall Ruby is the comic version of his wife, I’ve been waiting for him to show up. The man rocks a kilt.)
That guy looks suspiciously like a svelter more groomed Dave.
At first I was like “DOES THAT BEER HAVE EYES”
Then I realized it was obviously a Tiki mug.
…but now I’m thinking that both may be true, because this is mad science.
In the security guy’s defense, it can’t be easy trying to be a Reasonable Authority Figure in St. Charlie. Every mad scientist on the train probably considers it a duty to try to do an end run around him at some point. Anybody would start drinking under those conditions.
My A-sig job never has kilt parties. ::pout::