My wife has been telling me about the series of books by Diana Gabaldon for quite some time. Now it’s on cable and I’ve been watching it with her. And damnit – I like it! I didn’t want to, I really didn’t. Who wants to read about some manly Scot all sissified for wanton hussies? I mean really! Did you see the Wedding episode? Of course you hussies have, you’ve been wondering what corn grinding looks like for six episodes, so they gave you one full hour of slobbering whiskey filled bliss. (Pssst… Claire drinks too much). I think Claire needs a real Scottish man. So step aside James Alexander Malcom McKenzie Fraser… for Haggis McGoey Fernando Louis Ernie Hamish.
Famous Hamish will do.
You want corn grinding? I’ll give you hash browns, French toast, and cracker jack ring to boot! And stop with all the meme’s like “Save a Horse – Ride a Scot“, or the new series of “Hey Lassie…” No real Scot or Scot wannabe would be caught dead saying those things. Id ana gunna hap (Gaelic to English translation: Yo Girl it ain’t gunna happen). Ye ken wanna id, but I canna du id.
Seriously, I’ve been looking for someone with an evil trait, and Frank, I mean Black Jack fits just the bill. Except why didn’t he question Claire about who the Bloody Mary mix was Frank? You see I write fantasy, so I don’t have to tie my characters to history, I just make the stuff up as I go. This saves on the research and travel budget, which has been stuck on a corn grinding 99 cents.
And really, a bunch of fairies dancing around a rock in the 1940’s? Puhleeze… how ridiculous is that? Change it to the 1960’s or current day Colorado and it’s totally believable. Then there’s the subject matter of James Alexander Malcom McKenzie Fraser’s hamburger helper torture scene. I’ve withstood numerous paper cuts and bled worse than that! Fainted too.
Finally, for a couple of weeks they’ve been building up this wedding scene of James Alexander Malcom McKenzie Fraser unraveling of the kilt, only to see the shadows cloak little Jamie. I bet you hussies were a little disappointed, weren’t you now? My wife, immediately took me by English garrison surprise that night, much to my happiness. I thank you Diana. I’ve recorded it and play it nightly. It has saved my marriage from the pits of the Randall hell. Just keep the dialogue less moments coming, and coming, and coming. But please, add a little fruit and protein to all that grinding, man canna survive on corn.
Long live James Alexander Malcom McKenzie Fraser, who I now call “Bud.” Haggis McGoey Fernando Louis Ernie Hamish, who you can now call me “Ham”, thanks you too!