Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Kilted Picture, Day Nineteen

I want to get serious for a second. We have a very timely reminder. Someone I consider a friend has been impacted by prostate cancer. MedicMatthew's dad was just diagnosed. I joke about wanting to win this contest, but honestly, as long as we're raising money for research and raising awareness among the target demographic, it's worth the stares and snide comments about wearing a skirt. Every. Damn. Second. I don't wear the kilt to work (although I may make an exception for Friday), but I will be wearing it whenever I leave the house for the next eleven days. And I'll be thinking of Matthew's dad, and how what we're doing will be helping him.

Now, in less serious news, today is of course Talk Like A Pirate Day. Therefore, I give you, JayGBeard, the Kilted Pirate:

When Mrs. G., my intrepid camerawoman, took this picture, she laughed out loud. I like to ham it up, to be silly in an attempt to bring a bit of levity to a subject that's not normally a lot of fun. I hate cancer. I hate it with a passion. It has taken many people from me, and I want to kick its ass so hard my feet hurt. My wife lost her mom to cancer last year. I lost my grandmother to cancer ten years ago. I have friends who have lost children to cancer. I hate this fucking disease, and I want it gone.

Again, as a reminder, I'm going kilted as part of the Kilted to Kick Cancer campaign. I'm collecting donations for two groups that will help further cancer research and awareness, and am humbly asking for your donations to either of the following:

Prostate Cancer Foundation


To entice you to donate through me as opposed the other Kilted to Kick Cancer participants, I have a number of prizes assembled that are being "raffled" off - please see the linked post for details. Be sure to e-mail me and let me know where to put your "tickets" if you do donate through me. I'd like to thank  Michael W., Nancy R., Dragon Leatherworks, York Arms, Larry, and Mark for their extremely generous donations.

Please, help me - and Matthew - be kilted to kick cancer... right in its ass.

That is all.


Anonymous said...

And THERE is the reason the rum is always gone.
They are drinking to drown out the memory of THAT!


Grayson said...

Pirates and kilts! Awesome, me laddie!
Only things missin' in tha wee picture is a wee cheese cutter and a tankard o' bumclink!
(A cutlass, and Ale, for those of you who forgot that this is Talk Like a Pirate Day).


TOTWTYTR said...

Oh. My. God.

You know you're going to see this picture again, don't you?

I'm thinking poster size at the next Northeast Blogger Shoot.

To start.

Glenn B said...

That pick had me howling.