Administrivia: 30 June 2021

I saw a sanitized version of this on the internet somewhere and thought, “Nah, no way would he talk like that.”

So I went and dug up the photo and put my own spin on it.

where's ma fuckin kilt

I don’t think I have the patter quite right, but it’s a hell of a lot closer than it was.

Also, I have a veterinary tech on my Facebook friends list and she commented something like, “Silly dog, you’re German.” So this is possibly (probably) not a Scottie, but I think he’s close enough for government work.

Additional note: It is habitual in Scotland amongst patterers to say “How is there no whisky in my bowl” rather than “Why is there no whisky in my bowl”.

If, y’know, two-legged Scottish types drank whisky out of a bowl. Which, at least while sober or not very pished, they do not.

Speaking of whisky, I’m almost done with the Highland Park but putting off finishing it. I don’t think I’m even halfway through the Balvenie yet and I’m deliberately dragging my feet because I could have gotten another bottle this month but other stuff happened first, mostly that my bedsheet set has finally given up the ghost (I somehow wore a hole in the ground sheet, and that’s a neat trick considering all I have ever done with that bedsheet set was sleep in it) and I needed another one. Priorities. Anyway, so far I like the Highland Park better than the Balvenie. I don’t know if you remember me saying there was this weird “gap” in the flavor when I first tried the HP, but that may have been because I was early in the bottle (maybe some of the flavor settled farther down?), or maybe just because I got used to it and no longer noticed it. At any rate I find it really enjoyable now. Don’t get me wrong, the Balvenie is really good too. It’s kind of a little sweeter, or as much as that’s possible when no one added sugar. I’d get it again at some point. I’ll definitely get the HP though. I’ll go back and find one of those beginner lists at some point and figure out what to get for next month.

This not being a whisky blog, some fandom crap now: I had been meaning for some time to find the issue of Rolling Stone that Rory probably appeared in. I think I have zeroed in on it, and someone was selling it on Amazon. If I’m right, that’s now on the way; if not, I spent fifteen bucks for nothing. We’ll see, won’t we? How exciting!

Also, I was on Pinterest the other day and — sorry, Rare Rory Pics — I saw this and got curious.

formal kilt

The reason I was curious is I have seen him in this getup in another photo by a completely other person.

formal kilt again

The account that posted this second pic at Instagram is mark_irvine28. I just went and looked at him and the pic is still there. Here’s the kicker, he’s posted it three times. The oldest instance of it was from early April of 2015. That doesn’t mean that’s when the event happened but it’s likely to be the closest to it. Given the usual fan habit of waiting a day or three before posting that they’ve run into him.

What interests me is that Rory’s completely in formal getup and not only is he wearing a tie, he’s wearing some kind of boutonniere. My brain goes immediately to “wedding,” and in fact to “Rory was part of the wedding party.” Best man? Groom? Who knows. Definitely not just an invitee, they don’t usually dress that formal.

He has the same exact boutonniere in the first photo, so that’s from the same event.

My personal theory based on the scant available evidence is that likely, if this was a wedding, Rory was in the wedding party, but not the groom. Why? His grooming, pardon the pun. The way he hovers between clean-shaven and bearded, and his hair’s kind of in-between too. When he wants to make more of an effort, we’ve all seen that he does. Unless he was about to start filming his comeback episode in Game of Thrones — and I don’t think the timing was quite right for that — but he has a pretty heavy beard so I can’t imagine he needed that much time to grow it out for work. Clearly he hadn’t started filming yet, for sure, because he hasn’t got that weird shaved bit on his right side in these photos.

But anyway, if I were a comic strip character I’d be going around with one of those thought bubbles full of question marks about this. I am intrigued. What was going on here, and what was Rory doing? Maybe one day we’ll find out. Who knows.

Administrivia: 23 June 2021

So, after the air conditioning problems I mentioned on the 14th, that got resolved on the 15th, and much more cheaply than it could have been done. That said, we started having refrigerator problems around the same time and had to actually call in expert help to see what was going on. This fridge is at least thirty years old and probably, to be frank, more around forty to forty-five. I’m really not sure, but somewhere around there. I opined that it would really suck if the part we needed to fix the problem was no longer being made, to which House Male tried to reassure me that every fridge-maker has interchangeable parts for all their models so it likely wouldn’t be an issue. Guess who was right. Not House Male. So we’re going to have to replace it, and payday’s Friday and it only happens once a month. We did get the fridge back up and running, but with lots of paranoia involved because honestly it could go again at any time. It can’t properly defrost itself anymore because the heater died. Yes, there is a part in a fridge called a heater. Oh, the irony.

So, that’s been my month. How’s yours been?

Oh. Right. I don’t take comments here.


Other drama has been going on and I have already been moving in a must-improve-my-life direction generally in the past year and a half — when I had the energy and sufficient lack of depression to do so, which means progress has been spotty. But it’s been lots better lately. It is amazing how anger can inspire you.

I wish I’d been angry the whole year and a half. I dropped nearly everything. I knit and crochet, but haven’t finished more than maybe two or three dragon-egg bags, and those are kind of no-brainers once you figure out what you’re doing, and small besides. Haven’t been seriously drawing at all. I was working on one of the big man, too, and it had actually been coming out quite nice, but I’ve lost all momentum and will probably shitcan it and start over. When, I have no idea. I still have things lined up to sew, haven’t started them. The kitchen looks a lot nicer than it has in years, however, and my room’s a lot more usable than it was a year and a half ago. It could always be worse.

I’m more than a little afraid it’s about to get worse, because House Male has been extraordinarily stupid and selfish, even for him, over the last few months and that came out of nowhere, so who knows what else is coming up. If I go completely silent for more than a month, shit probably went down. I’ll get back here when I can, if it does. I make no promises as to how much of the situation I will discuss here, because it really is off-topic.

Speaking of the topic. I don’t really have anything new, but I will say Screen Rant is reporting that Kevin Hart is claiming that there will definitely be a next Jumanji movie. Given what happened with the previous one, I will be very surprised if Rory doesn’t turn up in it. I can’t explain why without spoiling it, and surely some of you weren’t around for when I posted screencaps on Instagram for that, so there you go. You can still watch the third one. And it is the third one. The only reason I hadn’t watched the new movies earlier than I got around to doing was I thought they were a reboot of the franchise, which really irritated me. But no, they are a continuation of the story and, for the genre and everything, quite lovely in their way. You’ll see what I mean if you saw the first one and then watch these.

I am not aware of anything else the big man might have coming up. I don’t have the Instagram grapevine anymore. It is one of the few things I miss from IG, and sometimes I contemplate adding a page with an email form here as a substitute for it, but I haven’t quite gotten to that level of masochism yet.

Okay. Still doing the 10pm to 6am sleep thing… kind of badly. It’s around midnight now. I need to bail. ‘Later.

Administrivia: 14 June 2021

I’ve been going through massive amounts of suckitude lately, and there will be more in August, but to add to this particular bout of fun, our central air conditioning died two days ago.

The machine still works, but if you put your hand out over the condenser outside (that box thing with the fan in it), it blows cool air.

It’s not supposed to do that.

The actual owner of both house and a/c is off in La-La Land on the west coast (not Los Angeles, but bad enough, still too damn far away) and, conveniently, not anywhere he can get messages from me even though he specifically directed me to text him because he’s not picking up data. Oh, and the weather this week ranges from the mid-80s to low 90s Fahrenheit. Don’t ask me to convert that to Celsius, if you’re British. I’m pissed off enough. Google will do it for ya.

All this arose as an issue in the first place because he will blow money on stupid shit like cameras and games he doesn’t need but God forbid he maintain his fucking house, and our kid lives here with us, and she’s a minor. I probably would have learned how to do all this shit myself by now, but buying tools costs money I often don’t have, I’m not going to work to improve a house I will never own, and I refuse to do anything to his house that might get me sued if I fuck it up. So here I sit, fuming.

If he were my legal landlord, I could file a complaint.


He’s the one I keep starting to complain about here and then holding off because, really, TMI. Just, trust me. This is the tip of the iceberg. I have until November 2 of next year and, if he hasn’t kicked me out by then for pointing out his wide variety of shortcomings in a fit of rage, I’ll be able to leave as there will no longer be any potential for custody issues. So I am trying to hold it together. Which is hard, because it’s in the low 80s F in this house and I don’t do well in heat. What a fucking laugh, I grew up in the Deep South. I got too acclimated to where I am now, more’s the pity. And I definitely sympathize with Rory being grumpy for his Game of Thrones audition, since he was overheated at the time.

Speaking of Rory. Oh yeah, Rory! Here, I’mma cheer myself up. You’ll like this too.

Bond.  James Bond.

This was… let me see… the SAG Awards in Los Angeles in 2014 or so? My impression that he looks like James Bond here was only intensified by learning that that’s what got him onto acting, wanting to be Bond in the first place. Shame on the UK film industry for never picking him up for the job. I think everyone would have enjoyed the Sean Connery flashbacks. I hear Rory is a lot nicer than Connery, too.


I’m not even a Bond fan but I would totally watch it for him. So there.

Okay. Better. I’m sorry, I know I’m annoying. It will be better when the a/c is fixed.

Well. Better for me and you.

Maybe not for House Male.

Administrivia: 12 June 2021

Hi! Still not getting enough sleep, but got enough to feel better. Am operating at this point on full-octane coffee, eye drops, and surliness.

(More personal shit going on that I will not get into, just a new wrinkle today. People aggravate me so fucking much. The biggest misconception I had as a kid was that adults always know what they’re doing. OH BOY, HAVE I LEARNED DIFFERENTLY SINCE.)

Okay! Here are some gen-you-wine site updates that might actually be relevant for you, I dunno. Can’t speak for you, just guessing.

First up: I finally got around to looking at the IMDB for The Irregulars because I figured more than enough time had lapsed for the cast list to be finalized. I don’t know if you remember me speculating on whether they stuck Rory in the plague doctor costume but that I was suspicious it was someone else. Turns out it was someone else. If you have not looked for yourself, I did that for you. The actor playing Jessie’s scary plague doctor was… [drumroll] …Ian Whyte.

What? The second Gregor Clegane actor???


What do you want to bet he and Rory went drinking? Hahaha. He was actually the only Mountain actor Rory never interacted with onscreen on Game of Thrones. Then again, who knows whether they even saw one another on set this time around, and the show was plagued by COVID-related fuckery anyway. At one point the actors all sat at home for six months waiting for it to be safe to go back to work, and had to maintain continuity in things like hair length and (where applicable) facial hair, with no available stylist crew to help, for half a year. (So if you saw any weird little inconsistencies, that’s why.) So maybe Rory and Ian hung out and maybe not. But the prospect of same is fun to think about.

I will probably edit that blog post with the screenshots from the first episode just to make it clear the plague doctor bits were not Rory. Probably will even delete the images. They were really dark anyway.

Next up, I am really, really behind on stuff I said I was working on earlier this year. Time really gets away from me if I’m not constantly riding herd on myself to keep up with things. I still have the tabs up, even, from when I was working on stuff before. They’re just sitting there. It’s really stupid. I can’t stay up until 3 or 4 or 5am anymore if I want to be functional during the day — we are working on improving kiddo’s sleep habits, which even for a teenager really needed work, and I was pretty messed up too — which means I need to grow the fuck up and quit worrying about people possibly looking over my shoulder. It’s a fan site, not the fucking NSA. The one person who might say anything really stupid is seriously in dutch with me at the moment anyway, and probably better watch his fucking mouth if he doesn’t want a raging case of déjà vu from all the “fun” we had when he put me through hell seventeen years ago.

But never mind. Point is I should be tinkering with this more from day to day. At some point you’ll probably be able to tell. So look forward to that. Just don’t 100% get your hopes up, given my track record so far.

One obvious change: I’ve changed the “meta” section in the sidebar. I think the new section title is more in keeping with the general theme.

In other news, I have had a little bit of misadventure trying to acquire Pasty Faces. I ordered it several months ago off Amazon, from a Marketplace seller, and was all smug because it hadn’t been that expensive — but the package never arrived. Based on how that went down I’m suspicious they never shipped it at all, but they were good about refunding me, at least. I looked again after that and people were wanting like a hundred bucks for the fucking thing. Are you kidding me??? If the price had never come down I was willing, but I was going to wait it out and prioritize other stuff and then go back later. And then I looked on Amazon UK. Bam. There it was. I ended up out maybe thirty bucks at most, I just had to wait a bit for it to get here. Totally not the seller’s fault. Just the way things work out. At least the mail is not fucked up like it was there for a while. Best part? I didn’t have to have it shipped through a remailer. I have that option, and an account with one, but I’d really rather not.

And then, as part of my continuing decluttering spree, I took a bunch of books I wasn’t keeping anymore to Half Price Books and sold them to the tune of twenty dollars and something back, and moseyed on over to the DVD section to see what Rory stuff they had. Scored my OWN copy of Hot Fuzz (the one I capped a while back is House Male’s) as well as the Clash of the Titans remake.

So basically I am now up three vids in the collection, four if you count the other thing I got alongside Pasty Faces that never arrived and I got refunded for, then ordered again from someone else because they weren’t asking for my right arm, my left leg, and my first grandchild in payment. Not too shabby.

Okay, time to stop boring you. I have chores to do and possibly some heavy stuff to move around. Yay. ‘Later.

Administrivia: 11 June 2021

This is an I’m-not-dead post, mostly. I was going to give this big long-winded explanation of why my life has SUCKED since 1994 and how it has particularly sucked since 1999 and sucked exponentially more since 2004, I mean, we were gonna start the Big Bang over and EVERYTHING, but I took another look at it after being interrupted eleventy-billion times and decided that was way too much oversharing even for me in this context, and I had left identifying details out.

I would get on Rory’s last nerve. I think personality-wise we may have quite a bit in common, but really, he’d be constantly afraid I was blabbing to the press.

Or to the internet.

Or to social media.

Any old way.

Point is, last year was rough and I was so sure this year would be better — and in some ways it has been; I’m fully vaccinated — for now, anyway — and absolutely grateful, and the household has more income, though I’m not sure where most of it’s going; and I’m finally getting some of the household mess sorted out (I expect that happy state of affairs to last no longer than six months and we’ll be lucky to see three); and a certain major problem seems like it might finally be on the resolving side or at least the I-think-I-can-live-with-this side — but in other ways this year just sucks, and much of the pain has come from having to remind myself over and over that no matter what I say or do I can only control myself.

That’s HARD, y’all.

Also having to remind myself that there are lots of reasons I’m in this present situation and, as for the reasons which are not my direct fault (and there are several), those will not change for the better just because I want them to. Even though they involve conscious decisions made by other sentient and aware beings. (I think. I wonder, some days.) Cold hard fact is that even people who know you don’t always wish you well if you get in the way of their self-image or the things they want in life or whatever.

Or worse, they just don’t give a shit.

Get used to it. If you’re young, it will only get worse from here.

Make friends and find love anyway. You want to tally up more good times than bad if you can at all help it.


OKAY THEN. Enough of that. Next item up will astound and amuse you.

So you know Rory McCann was born and raised in Glasgow, Scotland, right?

Did you know that the commonly accepted founder of Glasgow was one St. Mungo?

“Wait a minute,” you’re saying. “St. Mungo… St. Mungo… Wasn’t that the hospital in Harry Potter’s wizarding world?”

Yes, my Padawan learner. Within you, powerful the Force is. Much you can see, so very far away. But my point, that is not.

So I was checking up on some factoids about St. Mungo (the saint, not the fictitious hospital) tonight once that revelation hit me, because I wasn’t sure what St. Mungo had done miracle-wise. And while I was puttering around reading the Wikipedia article about him, a big stupid grin spread across my face.

See if you can spot it.

Remember me doing this piece about the meaning of Rory McCann’s surname? Okay. Now read the Wikipedia article again.

See it now?

In Wales and England, this saint is known by his birth and baptismal name Kentigern (Welsh: Cyndeyrn). This name probably comes from the British *Cuno-tigernos, which is composed of the elements *cun, a hound, and *tigerno, a lord, prince, or king. The evidence is based on the Old Welsh record Conthigirn(i). Other etymologies have been suggested, including British *Kintu-tigernos ‘chief prince’ based on the English form Kentigern, but the Old Welsh form above and Old English Cundiʒeorn do not appear to support this.



…What? I was having a moment.

I plead sleep deprivation.

(That’s the other thing! I have from 10pm to 6am to get any fucking sleep lately. AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGH!!!!!)


All right then. My ass is off to BED. If I am very, very lucky, the rest of me will go with it.

I’m really not fucking sure anymore.

‘Night. zzzzzzzzz