Mood:
amorousTopic: General
I was clearin' out the ol' hardrive the other day and I found a cache of old Scotland photos (the one of me facedown in an Inverness hotel after consuming copious amounts of Grolsch is particularly mind-jogging...) Some of the pics are quite purdy...
That there is the Inchmahome Priory up near Aberfoyle. Poor MQS stayed here for a time back when it was more than ruins (Bein' Catholic I've always had problems jiving with Scottish history, which is DOOOOOMINATED by Protestantism... ah, well...)
This all makes me so 'home-away-from-homesick'. I can't explain how drawn I am to that whole area in and around the Trossachs (I've even incorporated it quite significantly into my writing, and I'm not done exploting it in this vein, either...).
America may be the greatest nation ever to grace the planet, and very like paradise itself. But Scotland? Scotland ain't the greatest nation ever...
Scotland is paradise.
Nemo me impune lacessit, motherf***er...
...Incidentally, that Latin phrase doesn't have anything to do with this little guy... I don't even know why a cartoon character would want to preemptively attack me, anyway (though there are some comics that assault the intellect, I still haven't been bitch-slapped by Andy Capp, yet...)
