People often ask me: "Robmcj, you're Scottish, what exactly is the point of a sporran?"
Well, the sporran is the pouch that you wear at the front of your kilt, for keeping your johnnies in (or if you're a kid, your cigarettes).
Another use for the sporran is in preventing attraction between males. A kilt without a sporran is just a skirt, and everybody knows that a drunken Scotsman will go for anything in a skirt. These guys forgot to wear their sporrans and look what happened:
Always use a sporran:
That's better.
Still on a Scottish theme, Lee Ann (now sadly retired from HNT) was kindly asking whether I am eating well while my partner is away. Well, I gave up eating porridge years ago, because I kept walking away from the kitchen and letting it burn. But this morning it was so cold here, I decided it was time to make some porridge to warm me up. I put it on the stove, and while it was cooking I came to the PC to blog for 2 minutes. Fifteen minutes later, the smoke alarm went off. Now I've got all the doors and windows open to clear the burning smell before the partner comes home. As a result, it's sub-zero in here and I'm colder than ever. You see? You try to warm yourself up, and the universe bites back. Everything has to balance.
Over on the other side of the island, thousands of daddy penguins have been huddling together for weeks, to keep warm and to protect their mates' eggs until the females return from hunting. Here on this side of the island, I've been trying to stay warm, while conserving sperm until the return of my partner. The island's balancing up.
PS - speaking of Scotland, Celti has a quite breathtaking blog design. And check out her subversive Navbar at the top. The blog takes a while to load, so you might be quicker just looking at her background picture. I hate to turn this into a backhanded compliment, but her actual posts aren't really my sort of thing.
If you missed previous HNTs, you can access all the old half baked thursday posts here.
