So, where do ya wanna go tomorrow?

We are a Clan unlike any other. Bound by shared values, common goals, loud tartans and a love for things that most people find just plain silly. We are unique -- and damn proud of it.

According to one of the many Clan Legends, our Patriarch was born in a land that would one day be called Scotland long before a people who would one day be called Picts painted themselves blue and howled at the moon. It is said that he taught the Clan to herd sheep (as a way to ensure a date on cold winter nights) and invented the bagpipes (as way to frighten the flocks of rival Clans.) Being an innovator, he created the sport of Surfing (an awesome thing, considering the conditions in the North Sea), invented the 75mm Gerbilator, and later moved his Clan to Hawaii (supposedly in search of better surf.)

It Ain't true.

According to another Clan Legend, in the Summer of the year 1341 a small group of Highland Scots set out in a stolen Viking longboat due to a minor disagreement over the ownership of some sheep. Three and a half years later, hopelessly lost, the sighted land and headed for shore. The waves being somewhat higher than expected, the longboat broke up, and the first Clannies surfed the planks into shore - simultaneously discovering the Hawiian islands, and introducing the natives to the sport of surfing. (It is a little known fact that Grass Skirts are actually an island adaptation of the Scotish Kilt. While grass is not a conventional Kilt material, wool was too hot and, worse, there were no sheep on the islands at the time.)

This ain't true either.

Truth be told, hard as that is for us to manage, the Clan's roots are considerably more recent. In fact, they're as recent as early 1990, when the Founding Fathers (The founding Mother still claims that she had absolutely nothing to do with it...) decided that it was about time that someone seriously considered the merits of Surfing in the North Sea and the fashion statment found in a Hawaiian print kilt. They also resolved to introduce the Kazoo, Ukalale, and the Steel Drum to Highland Pipe and Drum corps, and to replace the Claymore with anodized Aluminum softball bats.

Over the next several years, the Clan grew by leaps and bounds. With focal points in half a dozzen cities and members scattered across the country, the MacDudes were soon infiltrating all walks of life. Who knows. Someday, we may even decide the President is cool enough to indoctrinate into the Clan... Hey, don't laugh. It could happen...

In case you really wanted to know what we are all about, well, here's the skinny. We are Engineers, Scientists, Managers, Writers, Teachers, Doctors, Actors, Technicians, Artists, Students, Parents, Children. In short, we are pretty much like everyone else in the world. People who want to have fun, and enjoy life, who don't mind letting things get a little silly when they blow off some steam...