Goddamn Brownies

This weekend is the annual North Texas Irish Festival. Dallas' Fair Park is overrun by Celtic music and crafts, along with people who are seasonally Irish (and the Ren-faire crowd). For all of the idiots out and about it is still quite a bit of fun usually. Caught the band Beoga tonight and their bodhran player is a four time world champion. Basically I feel like I should just give up now because I could never be that amazing.

The one group of people I cannot really stand or those in utilikilts. If you don't know what they are, here:


This is not a kilt. It is a skirt with pockets. These are not authentic to Scotland, or anywhere for that matter. Utilikilts are an American's creation when the guy made a skirt out of an old pair of military pants for working on his motorcycle. At least the people who run the company's website aren't completely delusional like their general consumer. In the website's FAQ they explain they are not "real kilts."

What really annoys the piss out of me is when someone wears one of the "It's not a skirt, it's a kilt" shirts with one of these bastard garments. I swear to Cthulhu himself by the time Scottish festival rolls around I will have made a shirt to wear that says something to the effect of, "Your utilikilt is nothing more than a cargo skirt."

Bah!