Fling!

I did not let my irrational guilt get the best of me, and I am now in Pennsylvania, preparing for the second day of Fling. I have a boatload of Enter the Haggis photographs and videos from the first day, which I will share as soon as I get the chance to upload them.

The grounds are amazing, the shows have been astounding, and I am so glad I came. I've hardly had a chance to speak to the band, aside from James, who assured me yesterday that he'd been plugged in all night and his batteries were fully charged. I shall continue my investigation into the potential cybernetic origins of the rest of the band today.

Being entirely Scots-Irish on my dad's side, and having never felt particularly close to my heritage on my mother's side, I am loving being surrounded by a celebration of Celtic culture... but could someone please tell some of these girls that corsets aren't supposed to make your boobs into a shelf barely an inch below your chin, let alone into horribly disfigured pancakes that hang and flop over the top of said corsets? That doesn't look sexy, let alone comfortable. And for the love of haggis and neeps, men, everybody loves a man in a kilt... but if you wear a freakin' skirt, I'm going to laugh at you. There is a difference, and we can tell at a glance which one it is that you're wearing.