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*high five's judi*
Good one!
Posted by: slyeyes | March 18, 2006 at 10:44 AM
I'll take a 5-yard, a Manley Richardson, and a package builder, please.
*snork* @ Judi
Posted by: KDF | March 18, 2006 at 10:47 AM
This blog's getting out of kilter.
*Should I regret having said that?*
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | March 18, 2006 at 10:47 AM
Blue, you're too punny.
Posted by: KDF | March 18, 2006 at 10:50 AM
YAY, judi!
Posted by: Eleanor | March 18, 2006 at 10:50 AM
major *snorks* @ judi!!
Posted by: Lisa Bisa Fo Fisa | March 18, 2006 at 10:51 AM
*winks at judi*
*snorks at Blue*
Posted by: southerngirl | March 18, 2006 at 10:51 AM
BTW judi - check your e-mail. I sent you an interesting (to me, anyway) tidbit about Counting Crows. The other day.
Posted by: Eleanor | March 18, 2006 at 10:51 AM
and now my day is complete
Posted by: azred | March 18, 2006 at 10:59 AM
YAY Judi!! I trust The Blog will be wearing one when he gets back to the office.
(Off topic, unless one of us is wearing a kilt right now ...) Mr. Blog, I take it Mrs. Blog is out somewhere in the hinterlands suffering from March Madness. That's where my better (well, sportier) half is.
Just as well. He does play-by-play for UConn, I am a Tennessee grad. Could get ugly!!
Travel safe, Mr. (and maybe Mrs.) Blog ....
Posted by: Cheryl | March 18, 2006 at 11:05 AM
geez - man skirts are expensive - think I'll stick with levis
Posted by: TCK | March 18, 2006 at 11:13 AM
Tickles, you could always take the do-it-yourself approach with a blanket and a coupla' safety pins.
Posted by: KDF | March 18, 2006 at 11:16 AM
Tybalt~ Wise choice.
Posted by: Bumble | March 18, 2006 at 11:16 AM
KDF~ Nah; if he did it, it might fall off. And nobody wants to be around for that show.
Posted by: Bumble | March 18, 2006 at 11:18 AM
and basketball - it probably went unnoticed by most of you, but the University of Montana Grizzlies managed to hold on to their lead and defeat Nevada on Thursday -the annoying thing, to me anyway, is that CNN covered this by noting that "some team from Montana shocked the world in an upset against Nevada"
how rude
'course, the Grizzlies have to play Boston College today, so they're probably done for
Posted by: TCK | March 18, 2006 at 11:18 AM
See? This is why I've been away. Every time I post, I simulpost. It's a compulsion. I need help.
Posted by: Bumble | March 18, 2006 at 11:21 AM
note to self:
do not invite bumble over for pantless saturday at the TCK hacienda
Posted by: TCK | March 18, 2006 at 11:22 AM
dang - we were THIS close to a double
Posted by: TCK | March 18, 2006 at 11:23 AM
bumble, you didn't do it that time! :)
Posted by: southerngirl | March 18, 2006 at 11:28 AM
but of course I will - cuz those last two comments weren't there before.
Posted by: southerngirl | March 18, 2006 at 11:29 AM
bumble, we can go into therapy together.
*damn*
see? a compulsion.
Posted by: southerngirl | March 18, 2006 at 11:31 AM
Guy in my office building wears a kilt. He fell down the steps in the lobby the other day - all I can say is thank heavens he wears tighty whites....just a word to the wise....don't leave home without them.
Posted by: Kat | March 18, 2006 at 11:34 AM
Errrrr...I'm a little confused about the purpose of the "package builder". Is this in any manner intended to produce a...ummmm...more "robust" projectile to be aimed at police persons??
Just asking.
Posted by: tsktsk | March 18, 2006 at 11:35 AM
*douses brain with industrial strength cleaning solvent to remove image of Tootie dropping his homemade kilt*
Posted by: KDF | March 18, 2006 at 11:38 AM
note to self:
do not invite KDF over for pantless saturday at the TCK hacienda
Posted by: TCK | March 18, 2006 at 11:41 AM
Ay, laddie, is that a kilt hanger in yer sporran or are ye just happy to see me?
Posted by: Lairbo | March 18, 2006 at 11:41 AM
Kat, maybe someone (attention bloglits with piles of money that could be making me rich instead of gathering dust in your Swiss bank accounts) should manufacture and sell kilt underwear; that is, boxers and briefs in matching tartan patterns. They could be called "Safety Kilts" or "Off Kilters" and marketed to the dozens of men who routinely wear kilts as a way to avoid embarrasment in falls and sudden winds.
I'll bet this product already exists. Or maybe kilt-wearers are secretly hoping for such an "unintentional airing" of what lies beneath.
If it ain't brogue, don't fix it.
Posted by: Lair "Are You Gonna Finish That Haggis?" bo | March 18, 2006 at 11:55 AM
*Snork* @ Lair AYGFTH bo
Is it called 'complete package' because it includes the model?
Posted by: daisymae | March 18, 2006 at 12:09 PM
"....don't fix it."
*Shudder*
"If it ain't brogue.."
*SNORK*
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | March 18, 2006 at 12:12 PM
KDF~ Nah; if he did it, it might fall off. And nobody wants to be around for that show.
Posted by: Bumble
You can say that again, Bumble - eeewwww!
AND - I FIRST thought of the wow, they're expensive waaaay before Toker posted it. Stop taking my thoughts!!!
Posted by: Eleanor | March 18, 2006 at 12:31 PM
Toker? hmmmmmm - points for accuracy
but seriously darlin' - if you can't come up with your own original thoughts, at least have the decency to not try and steal credit for mine after they've already been posted - I mean, that's just sad
Posted by: TCK | March 18, 2006 at 12:41 PM
:(
Posted by: Eleanor | March 18, 2006 at 12:44 PM
Uh-oh. TCK and Eleanor aren't going to have a shouting match now,are they?
*runs away, just in case*
Posted by: Jemmy | March 18, 2006 at 12:49 PM
OK, I ain't buyin' the sad face either - I know you're way tougher than that
Posted by: TCK | March 18, 2006 at 12:52 PM
Scotweb is one of the few places, though, to find Welsh tartans.
As to the price, they're well worth it. As the owner of a couple of kilts, traditional as well as Utilikilt, you just don't know what you're missing.
The girls love kilts even more than they love puppies! Ahh, if only I'd had one when I was single!
Posted by: john | March 18, 2006 at 12:54 PM
I can't quite figure out a way to put this one in so here
Anyway, As once pointed out before. Many people don't realize that kilts are worn internationally as well.
Here
And here
And a bunch of other places. I just couldn't find the proper photos.
Posted by: Alfred | March 18, 2006 at 12:56 PM
el - isn't thought theft some kind of crime?
** hands el one of el's business cards **
** sits back..... WAAAAYYYY back .... to watch the fun **
Posted by: azred | March 18, 2006 at 12:57 PM
more than puppies, huh?
hmmmmmmmmm
nah
Posted by: TCK | March 18, 2006 at 12:58 PM
John,
"Puppies in Kilts" Might BAGNFA Boy Band. Or maybe it should just be a calendar featuring pictures of puppies in kilts.
Posted by: Lairbo | March 18, 2006 at 01:02 PM
john, won't your wife let you have a puppy?
Posted by: slyeyes | March 18, 2006 at 01:03 PM
Hmm that sounds like stuff on my cat.com
As a person who had to spend 3 weeks straight with the new untrained beagle-of-the-house, I would say she should fear it.
Posted by: Alfred | March 18, 2006 at 01:12 PM
Alfred, why would you post totally irrelevant pictures that do not in any way help to convey your thoughts?
Go. To. Your. Room.
Toker temporarily dodges a bullet.
Posted by: Eleanor | March 18, 2006 at 01:30 PM
The Following is a Headline of an Article in the New York Post This Morning.
Fun With Tick & Jane
Hey Tick, the posse wants to know, Who the hell is Jane???
Posted by: Eleanor | March 18, 2006 at 01:34 PM
*owes Alfred one for takin' my bullet*
El - Jane is short for MaryJane, with whom I have spent many enjoyable hours
Posted by: TCK | March 18, 2006 at 01:39 PM
El~ I thought it, too. It doesn't matter that Temeritous posted it first; we girls think better than he does, as he well knows. We just don't state the obvious. After all, we're not Counselor Troi. ;-)
And Temeritous, make a note not to invite anyone to pant-less Friday at your house. I doubt they'd come anyway. :-)
southerngirl~ Do you know a good shrink? The bottomless guy under your bed doesn't count.
Posted by: Bumble | March 18, 2006 at 01:42 PM
damn snuggle bug - are you majoring in male emasculation this semester?
Posted by: TCK | March 18, 2006 at 01:45 PM
WTF is Toker?
Posted by: daisymae | March 18, 2006 at 01:46 PM
Once you make it out of a non-tartan material, it's just a man in a skirt. Mr Camo being the prime example.
Posted by: Kafaleni | March 18, 2006 at 01:52 PM
it's a word Steve Miller used in a song once, because the only other word he could find to rhyme with Joker was stroker.
Posted by: Kafaleni | March 18, 2006 at 01:53 PM
daisymae - that would be me
and BTW, Steve Miller ROCKS
Posted by: T (which for some reason I no longer remember stands for any word beginnin with "T") CK | March 18, 2006 at 02:03 PM
Kaf, that may be true, but there was and is an additional meaning to "Toker" as well. Something to do with parfaits. :)
Laynie
Posted by: Eleanor | March 18, 2006 at 02:08 PM
El clearly does not listen to Steve Miller Band, given that the line from the above-referenced song (the Joker)is:
"I'm a joker, I'm a smoker, I'm a miiiidnight toker..."
I'm thinkin' ol' Steve's meaning may have had something to do with parfait
Posted by: TCK | March 18, 2006 at 02:15 PM
Bumble!!!!!
;)
Posted by: southerngirl | March 18, 2006 at 02:34 PM
Teton, you better back off, or El's gonna wrap you in a kilt and take your smokes.
Posted by: KDF | March 18, 2006 at 02:35 PM
sorry KDF, I checked my schedule, and it says for today, in red:
"pick on El"
so, as I'm sure you understand, it's really out of my hands at this point
Posted by: TCK | March 18, 2006 at 02:41 PM
besides, I know for a fact that El will always either forgive me, or she'll have me killed - so, on the one hand, there's no sense worryin' when I'm gonna be forgiven, and, on the other hand, we're all gonna die sometime, right?
Posted by: TCK | March 18, 2006 at 02:44 PM
You need to worry about the gray area, Timmy. The part where she tortures you and takes your smokes. But I give you credit for being a man who is committed to crossing things off his list of things to do.
Posted by: KDF | March 18, 2006 at 02:46 PM
yeah, I've thought about the gray area, but i'm pretty sure I can outrun her if I really have to - if necessary, I can always throw Adonis at her to slow her down
Posted by: TCK | March 18, 2006 at 02:49 PM
*zips in in a huff*
I am so p!ssed at "T" (not worth any more letters) quoting me!!! and then saying that I didn't say it that I'm not even going to comment.
psssst, posse, please take over here Thx.
Posted by: Eleanor | March 18, 2006 at 02:53 PM
psst...El...got your back, girlfriend...
Posted by: southerngirl | March 18, 2006 at 02:56 PM
In a show of solidarity, I am not commenting.
Posted by: KDF the Ignorer | March 18, 2006 at 02:57 PM
not commenting? *snork*
that'd be a first
but since El's gone, I guess I got nuthin' to worry about - you're not as scarey as she is, and, for some reason, being tortured by southerngirl doesn't sound all that bad - in fact, I'm kinda lookin' forward to it
Posted by: TCK | March 18, 2006 at 03:09 PM
Sorry for the bad post of Tibetan monks. REally couldn't find a good picture. But they are wearing Tibetan kilts -Tartan is orange apparently.-
The polynesians can be just as strong willed at the lavalava clothing. I have seen pictures of very dignified Samoans wearing dress lavalavas. Very interesting.
Sorry the sock puppet was just to funny not to cher.
Anyway, can I not be shot today. I went to my room. And I have a fairly busy schedule for my vacation day.
Posted by: Alfred | March 18, 2006 at 03:18 PM
*takes over for El*
Twhatever~ What about being tortured by me?
*grins wickedly*
As for my major, no, that's not it. That's a talent I've cultivated on the side, and it's mostly just directed at you. ;-)
southerngirl!!!! :-)
Posted by: Bumble | March 18, 2006 at 03:30 PM
yes, I've noticed - it's a talent you've cultivated well - hell, I remember when you used to always be nice to me :)
anyway, glad I could help out with that
now, before I answer your question, define "torture"
Posted by: TCK | March 18, 2006 at 04:13 PM
No beer, no parfait. Lessons in decency, decorum, and the proper treatment of the posse's gender. Pants required.
But if you pass, the rewards are sweet. Just like me. ;-)
Posted by: Bumble | March 18, 2006 at 04:18 PM
TCK, darlin' - let me explain "torture". ;)
*winks at "Bumble!!!"*
Posted by: southerngirl | March 18, 2006 at 04:22 PM
ok, Bumble, I didn't see ya there a minute ago... but I have to say...
"But if you pass, the rewards are sweet. Just like me. ;-) "
...priceless. :)
Posted by: southerngirl | March 18, 2006 at 04:25 PM
Torture: Excruciating physical or mental pain; agony
So, yeah, losing beer and parfait would probably qualify as torture for T-man.
Oh, there's a price all right. *winks at s-girl*
Posted by: Bumble | March 18, 2006 at 04:26 PM
oh and Bumble, did I prove my "we'll share therapy" point?
see? compulsion...
Posted by: southerngirl | March 18, 2006 at 04:29 PM
sorry - gonna have ta pass on the whole torture thing - I might be able to do the excrutiating pain part, but the no beer and parfait is just outa the question - not even worth serious consideration - you'll just hafta deal with me as is
Posted by: TCK | March 18, 2006 at 04:34 PM
psssst, posse, you're doing a great job! Keep up the good work. Don't let Thackeray slide.
Posted by: Eleanor who is not here | March 18, 2006 at 04:36 PM
Tybalt- We always do. :-)
southerngirl- Yup. :-)
Posted by: Bumble | March 18, 2006 at 04:37 PM
Ooh! Thackeray! I like it. The girl who's not here wins.
Posted by: Bumble | March 18, 2006 at 04:38 PM
TerminalCK...aaaaand when we see you looking injured, or in any way less than fully your fine robust self, we'll f*ckin' shoot you down, like a cow that fell off a truck.
And when they're taking our statements, each and every member of the posse kin say, "..and Ah Hayulpt!!!"
Posted by: Betsy | March 18, 2006 at 04:39 PM
P.S. John....you're right about ScotWeb and the Welsh. I just ordered my dad a Gwynn tartan tie, thanks to the blog.
[this has been number 766 in a series of 'I Owe It All To The Blog' Moments]
Posted by: Betsy | March 18, 2006 at 04:48 PM
Betsy - not laughin' anymore - just sayin'
Posted by: TCK | March 18, 2006 at 04:51 PM
The model for the
Kilt Package Builder
Designer Kilts
Is not sitting very lady-like!
Posted by: Dr. Doug | March 18, 2006 at 05:02 PM
Continuing to ignore Tiptoe, because Bumble, Southerngirl and Betsy are working together very effectively, and are also apparently preparing fried chicken. Way to go with the multi-tasking, ladies! Chicks rock.
Posted by: KDF the Ignorer | March 18, 2006 at 05:06 PM
Psst... KDF...If you were not ignoring Tantamount, I would ask you for guidance. I don't have a complete set of blog policies here, and I'm not sure what we do when someone who is being tortured mercilessly states that he has stopped laughing.
However, since you ARE ignoring Thucydides, I'll await legal counsel from the Left Coast. (But I'm keeping the Shike'n'Bike handy, just in case.)
Posted by: Betsy | March 18, 2006 at 05:15 PM
Pssst! T-boy! Better make your way under someone's bed. Sounds like you've ticked off Betsy more than the rest of us. Stay behind me.
Posted by: Bumble | March 18, 2006 at 05:21 PM
And behave yourself back there, or I'll rescind my protection.
Posted by: Bumble | March 18, 2006 at 05:23 PM
Bumble...not MORE than the rest of you; but when you arrive late to the party, the rules state that you have to have five or six drinks in rapid succession, and then make up for lost time.
*looks around for horse, neckerchief, and noose*
Posted by: Betsy | March 18, 2006 at 05:28 PM
Well, we don't wanna kill him. Then we wouldn't be able to mess with him anymore. Where's the fun in that? ;-)
And if you're shotgunning 5 or 6 drinks, maybe you'd better switch to my drink. :-)
Posted by: Bumble | March 18, 2006 at 05:38 PM
Oh. OK, then. Perhaps I misunderestimated the intensity of the group animosity. I prolly mistook the twinkling sparkle in your eyes for fire. I'll have a refreshing quaff of the sparkling beverage you so kindly offered to share, and I'll stand down until further notice. (So will the horse, I think)
(Is this where we declare 'mission accomplished', or is Eleanor the only one who can legally do that? Stupid constitution....)
Posted by: Betsy | March 18, 2006 at 05:45 PM
pssst, Betsy, I think you just need to lay off on the death threats. If I'm not mistaken, blog policy states that while torture and deeee-licious crispy chicken are both fine, murder and threats to that effect are strictly prohibited. So leave the noose at home, and you should be just fine. Also, maybe the mention of the Gwynn tartan tie unguffawed our little Tater-Tot.
Posted by: KDF the Ignorer | March 18, 2006 at 05:49 PM
Refreshed? Carry on, then.
Posted by: KDF the Ignorer | March 18, 2006 at 05:50 PM
OK...I think there's been a miscommunication here. I did not at any time indicate what I intended to DO with the horse, the neckerchief and the noose. As it happens, there's an old Welsh folk custom, brought over during the French invasion, which historically took place after the banns were read, when the moon was full and the mead was flowing, and the village virgins...well, no point in discussing it now.
OK...I'll rescind the death threat (please note that it was NOT a direct death threat, but merely a conditional one, requiring Tarquin's pre-existing serious injury).
But you'll have to explain to Eleanor.
P.S. It's good to have our Bumble back.
Posted by: Betsy | March 18, 2006 at 06:03 PM
Carry on™. It's what Bloglits do.
MMmmmmmmm.....meeeaaaddd.
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | March 18, 2006 at 06:07 PM
Aww, shucks. You're so sweet.
Yeah, I've missed you guys, too. This was my spring break, and I started back to work this week. By the time I got home, I was too dead to do anything but eat and crash. Besides, by the time I got on the computer, most of the threads were 50-100 comments long, and I was too beat to read them all and find something to say, witty or otherwise. :-)
Posted by: Bumble | March 18, 2006 at 06:22 PM
ok, I had something to say, but I think I forgot what it was...(stupid slow dial-up - not parfait-related)...so I'll just try to remember...*snork*
ahem. sorry.
ok:
#1 - KDF - fried chicken? I think I must've missed something...(nttawwt, I'm sure)
#2 "I'm not sure what we do when someone who is being tortured mercilessly states that he has stopped laughing"
um, Betsy, maybe stop torturing so endlessly? :)
just sayin'
(OR, give him a "capital "T", like we did for Adonis with the "A") :D
hey, it worked before...
AND
Pssst! T-boy! Better make your way under someone's bed. Sounds like you've ticked off Betsy more than the rest of us. Stay behind me.
Posted by: Bumble | 05:21 PM on March 18, 2006
and Bumble, he knows he's always welcome. ;)
Posted by: southerngirl | March 18, 2006 at 06:25 PM
Whew, there you are. I thought I was gonna have to put some light jazz on the blog while technical problems were being repaired or something.
*Hides can of Bumble-Magnet™*
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | March 18, 2006 at 06:29 PM
See? That's exactly the problem! You (or, er, I)stumble in; there are way too many comments; and you end up taking the easy way out and making inappropriate death threats, or invading a foreign country, or something. Sometimes social discourse is just SO complicated.
If Tanglewood is still behind or under or in or on or around your bed (NTTAWWT), please convey my apologies to him and explain that I did not intend to threaten his life; and if he'll just come out and let me EXPLAIN ... oh wait! That's what they say on "24" right before they shoot them in the thigh.
Never mind.
Posted by: Betsy | March 18, 2006 at 06:33 PM
Ol' Tennesse? Hello? Ya know, you can throw me at Betsy to slow her down also. I got some fine imported beer here for ya, also some Cuervo.
I would like to note that the punfest devolved to random hysteria last night. Funny what happens when Meanie and KDF drink too much green beer.
Posted by: Adonis | March 18, 2006 at 06:40 PM
[Hmmmm...somehow things have evolved to where there's a good chance that I'll have someone named "Adonis" thrown at me. *ponders the vagaries of fortune, shrugs, sets out the Good Parfait on the coffee table and dims the lights*]
Posted by: Betsy | March 18, 2006 at 06:44 PM
Uh oh. I don't know whether to be happy or scared. But if it's the GOOD parfait, then maybe it'll be okay. Be cautious Betsy, when I get excited things tend to get slanted.
Posted by: Adonis | March 18, 2006 at 06:48 PM
Please define "too much".
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | March 18, 2006 at 06:48 PM
Well, define how much you had last night Meanie and you'll have your (not you're) answer. Whatever the answer is, I have an interesting fact for you. I'm not sure if you live in Iowa, but interesting none the less.
Posted by: Adonis | March 18, 2006 at 07:00 PM
southerngirl~ Here, too. But he doesn't know where I live, so that might be a problem.
Blue~ "Bumble-Magnet™?" Do you mean you have a cute, sweet, intelligent single guy my age? Or a Dave's clone? Trot him out already!
Posted by: Bumble | March 18, 2006 at 07:01 PM
*deletes "a" from next-to-last sentence*
Posted by: Bumble's editor | March 18, 2006 at 07:03 PM