web analytics

Don’t break the internet while I’m gone


My machine with the weaselgraphics is disassembled in a heap somewhere in the kitchen. So is my phone and my cablemodem and my wireless router and all that other shit I need to get connected. So, it’s a weekend of…ummm…yeah. Working on it.


Comment from Steamboat McGoo
Time: March 21, 2008, 3:12 pm

Hot damn!

Comment from Muslihoon
Time: March 21, 2008, 3:15 pm

Awwwwwwwwwwwwww. We miss you already!

Comment from Pupster
Time: March 21, 2008, 3:25 pm

*sticks head in fridge*

*fishes ‘it’ out of pickle jar with salad tongs*

*drops ‘it’ down the back of McGoo’s shirt*

Comment from Steamboat McGoo
Time: March 21, 2008, 3:32 pm

Weaz! He’s touching me!

Hey! Anyone wanna blow up a frog?

Comment from porknbean
Time: March 21, 2008, 3:55 pm

Ewww….’it’ looks like a poop chute!

Comment from porknbean
Time: March 21, 2008, 3:57 pm

Hey! Anyone wanna blow up a frog?

Frogs are still sleeping. What about that cat?

Comment from jwpaine
Time: March 21, 2008, 4:02 pm

Hey, anybody wanna see how you make a cat bark like a dog?

Comment from steveegg
Time: March 21, 2008, 4:14 pm

I’ll get the M-80s.

Comment from Anonymous
Time: March 21, 2008, 4:28 pm

Hey, look, McGoo captured a French person.

Whatcha do, make a scary face at him?

Sure, let’s blow him up.

Comment from Muslihoon
Time: March 21, 2008, 11:25 pm

Where’s Gibby Haynes? Haven’t seen him in a while.

Nor Uncle B.

Comment from Uncle Badger
Time: March 22, 2008, 7:45 am

Thanks for noticing, Muslihoon 🙂

I’ve been doing what all badgers do at this time of the year – digging, furiously. The garden’s coming along fine.

And yes, I was wondering about Gibby, too.

When I spoke with Our Leader late last night, BTW, she was, as she puts it, ‘happy as a clam’ (I’ve never established why she thinks clams are happy), sitting in the Weezulbunker, three sheets to the wind, listening to old radio plays, killing things on a Playstation and plotting where she was going hunting for runnybabbits this weekend.

I didn’t get bit, nor nuffink.

Comment from Steamboat McGoo
Time: March 22, 2008, 8:56 am

Go, Badger!

Will you be posting photos of the results of your efforts?

Comment from Steamboat McGoo
Time: March 22, 2008, 8:59 am

Hey – no edit feature? And I came back here specifically to edit. Rats.

Now it’s on for this comment but not the one above. Weird. I wonder if its because I clicked on another link as soon as I submitted the comment – I didn’t wait for it to “clear”.

(Ya know, weird is spelled weirdly. Why isn’t “I before E” like most everything else? Is it the “weigh” part of the rule? Fucking English Professor dickheads!)

Comment from jwpaine
Time: March 22, 2008, 10:51 am

Wasn’t somebody just saying that the problem with English is that it’s been under the control of English professors for centuries?

Comment from Steamboat McGoo
Time: March 22, 2008, 11:10 am

That was me, jw! And its true – or, by Circe, it should be!

Comment from Gibby Haynes
Time: March 22, 2008, 11:20 am

I’m still reading. Just haven’t had anything interesting or funny to say. Mind you, that’s never stopped me before…
God damn, it’s windy. And now it’s snowing. Damn you to hell Man-Made Global Warming – not only do you undoubtedly exist (despite no definitive proof), but you’re fucking with me by pretending you’re not real!
Anybody ever tried the taking-ripe-red-bell-peppers-and-drying-them-in-a-
low-oven-and-then-grinding-them-up-in-a-coffee-grinder method of making paprika? I’m going to give it a shot this year. I’ll let you all know how it turns out if I survive the MMGW-induced inferno-like summer.

Comment from jwpaine
Time: March 22, 2008, 12:09 pm

Below normal temps here in North Pole, Colorado. Snow, wind… I add my vote to the Damn-You MMGW faction.

Now, I have to go shove snow around with a tractor (1.25 miles, all uphill) so I can go get hay for the horses to munch during Gibby’s inferno-like summer.

Comment from jwpaine
Time: March 22, 2008, 12:12 pm

Is paprika made from red bell peppers? [googles madly] I did not know that!

Comment from bmac
Time: March 22, 2008, 12:24 pm

Sorry to depress you guys, but here in Las Vegas, MMGW has worked out great, sunny and 80’s all week!

Thank you MMGW!

Comment from Steamboat McGoo
Time: March 22, 2008, 3:26 pm

“Help us, MMGW! You’re our only hope!

Paprika from bell peppers? Hell, I thought they mined it from somewhere – Chile comes to mind – in deep mines way out in the mountainous outback.

I always assumed there was a Paprika Layer, reminiscent of a seam of coal or the Cretaceous/Tertiary boundary, which was when all the Paprika herds became extinct – or were killed off by early Rosicrucians.

Comment from Muslihoon
Time: March 22, 2008, 5:55 pm

Thanks for commenting, Uncle B and G. Haynes!

I didn’t get bit, nor nuffink.

Ah, that reminds me of Vicky Pollard of Little Britain. Are you familiar with her? Wonderful skits indeed.

I had no idea Her Stoatliness has a Playstation. Does she Wii too?

Comment from Uncle Badger
Time: March 22, 2008, 7:13 pm

Muslihoon – only when she’s had too much to drink and something makes her laugh 😉

Comment from Muslihoon
Time: March 22, 2008, 8:15 pm


Comment from jwpaine
Time: March 22, 2008, 8:22 pm

Steam: That’s an easy assumption to make, since many species were killed off by early Rosicrustaceans.

Comment from Steamboat McGoo
Time: March 22, 2008, 8:42 pm

Yes – that die-off was called the Great Shelling, wasn’t it, also known as “Clawing out a niche”. Poor disemboweled niches…

I have a long and very funny story about the Rosicrucians – too long for here. I’ll write it up for my so-called blog.

Comment from Muslihoon
Time: March 22, 2008, 8:50 pm

Oooooh, I look forward to your Rosicrucian post! Rosies are interesting peeps indeed.

Have you read Foucault’s Pendulum?

Comment from jwpaine
Time: March 22, 2008, 9:05 pm

If I’ve ever met a rosy crustacean, they did not make themselves known to me. Unless wearing the fake arrow through the head is a secret AMORC membership sign. And if that’s the case, jeez, I’ve met plenty.

Comment from Steamboat McGoo
Time: March 22, 2008, 9:20 pm

You bet I read Foucault’s Pendulum – and boy! did it make me dizzy, trying to eye-track the damned thing whilst reading the inscription.

You didn’t know there was an inscription on it? Heh. It says, “There’s one born every minute.”

Seriously, yes I did read it, but I do not see it on my shelves. Misplaced, perhaps.

The short story is: while in college some friends and I noticed the Rosicrucian/AMORC ads in the backs of magazines (with the guy laid back on the cross with beams of light coming out of his head, IIRC). None of us had a clue as to what they were, so we made up a name (Glanston P. Phlatulentz) (The P is for Pitwell) and sent off for the free literature.

We got it.

That started a gut-wrenchingly hilarious three-year journey of discovery for us. I believe I still have some of the literature. I kept it mostly for the addressee name.

Comment from jwpaine
Time: March 22, 2008, 9:52 pm

When I was in the Navy, we did something similar, Steam, only we used a shipmate’s name, and the ad we responded to was for NAMBLA.

Still, the yoks were plentiful.

Comment from Steamboat McGoo
Time: March 22, 2008, 10:00 pm

Nambla! heh!

You’ve anticipated some of our pranks, kinda. We were having literature of various kinds delivered to all sorts of people and organizations at school. I preferred picking on the Babtist Student Union, for some reason. Good times!

Comment from Muslihoon
Time: March 22, 2008, 10:18 pm

Oooh, do tell me more. I was a member of one of the Golden Dawn orders. Was until there was its regular exodus.

Every few years, stories would circulate about the Order’s top leaders’ unacceptable antics (manipulating lower Order members, illegal activities, fraud, sexual malfeasance) and there would be a huge exodus as higher adepts left. Although it was customary for adepts to leave quietly, the curiosity among the lower members would be enough that stories about their departure (with or without direct quotes from concerned adept) would circulate among members. This fueled the exodus as beloved adepts left. (I left when many highly-respected adepts left, and when I found out that some of my favorite adepts were taken advantage of (financially, and used to “volunteer” their time at the main temple) by the Order’s top leaders.) Strangely, the topmost person resigned from his position a few years before, but he still yielded considerable influence. He was held to be a semi-prophetic personage, “restoring” and preserving the “authentic” Golden Dawn almost through revelation if not through contact with past masters thereof (which may be same thing).

There was the Outer Order, which followed the traditional Golden Dawn stuff (heavily Egyptian, Enochian, Tarot, Qabbalistic, and stuff). Then there was the Inner Order, about which we knew very little about.

The last major exodus occurred because someone in the Inner Order revealed that the Inner Order uses the Nicene Creed. This scandalized lots of members, who were non-Christian (New Agey, neo-pagans, Jews, and so forth) and never expected the Inner Order to be so explicitly Christian. They resigned/left in disgust. (Their acts during and after the death of a high and beloved adept also raised disgust: the adept asked that prayers and rituals be used for a specific use (I forgot what) but the Order leaders sent a message saying that the prayers and rituals on the adept’s behalf should be for the Order’s pet cause of the year (then, peace in Jerusalem). This disregard for the adept’s wishes, when it was made known, was seen with utter disgust, if not a crass manipulation of the Order’s magical potential for their own purposes.)

There is a very close relationship between the ordinary members and adepts. Each member is assigned to an adept to be his/her adviser, as it were, on their path upwards. When an adept leaves, it more likely than not that ordinary members he/she advised would also leave. Follow adepts who worked with that adept are also likely to leave. And so an adept leaving (as opposed to being expelled, which happened) would mean many others would leave too. But usually things settled down for a while. But this time, lots of adepts left, and there was open opposition to the Order’s hierarchy.

Back then, the name was the “Hermetic Order of the Morning Star, International” (abbreviated to “HOMSI”). We truly believed we were the authentic thing, the other Golden Dawn Orders-wannabe being corrupt and wrong and launching disinformation wars against the Order.

After the revelation of the use of the Nicene Creed, the Order embraced its Christian nature, contrary to his stance for decades as not belonging to any religious tradition, and renamed itself to the “Esoteric Order of the Golden Dawn.” I have no idea whether it was able to recover from that exodus. All I know is that there was a temple and a study circle on IL. Now there is only a temple. (The study circle left en mass, if I remember correctly. I was part of the study circle. We were on our way to becoming a full-fledged temple.)

Initially, the Order justified the Nicene Creed by stating that it was Rosicrucian rather than Christian. (This made sense: the Inner Order was the Order of the Rosy Cross, or Rosicrucian, as is the norm for most Golden Dawn orders.) But although the Rosicrucians use Christian symbolism, it’s most certainly not Christian. (Indeed, most modern-day manifestations are more heavy on Egyptian symbolism.)

So, there’s your Western Mysticism lesson/story for the day.

Comment from Muslihoon
Time: March 22, 2008, 10:19 pm

I always heard the Scientologists will find out where you live if you move while on their mailing list.

Comment from Muslihoon
Time: March 22, 2008, 10:35 pm

BTW, I was very tickled to read your response to whether you had read Foucault’s Pendulum. Good form!

Comment from Mrs. Peel
Time: March 22, 2008, 11:33 pm

Uncle B, the full expression is “happy as a clam at high tide.” Clams are dug up at low tide. So, there you go.

Weas, I thought of you the other day when I saw some doofuses trying to take their cats for a walk. The cats were refusing to get up, and one got dragged along the street for a couple yards. I wonder if that is better or worse than being used as a musical instrument.

Comment from Uncle Badger
Time: March 23, 2008, 8:24 am

Thanks, Mrs Peel. Like so much of what her Ladyship says, when properly explained it makes a bizarre kind of sense 😉

And Muslihoon, what a fascinating dissertation. It seems schisms are inherent in all small organisations, from esoteric orders to steam railway preservation societies.

I kept thinking of the People’s Front of Judea…

Comment from Judean People’s Front
Time: March 23, 2008, 2:02 pm


Comment from Steamboat McGoo
Time: March 23, 2008, 3:37 pm

…but apart from the sanitation, the medicine, education, wine, public order, irrigation, roads, a fresh water system, and public health, what have the Romans ever done for us?

Comment from Uncle Badger
Time: March 23, 2008, 5:24 pm

That’s the one, McGoo!

By the way, I wasn’t being intentionally rude, not responding to your question about pics of the garden.

At the moment it’s still like a muddy battlefield out there (and even more so this weekend, when we have had freezing rain). But when my greenhouse is up and there’s more than mud and some of the Weasel’s ‘expensive sticks with pretentious names’ to show, I’m sure I’ll bore the arse off everyone.

But only in black and white, of course 😉

Comment from Steamboat McGoo
Time: March 23, 2008, 5:57 pm

No apology necessary – with all the comments and subjects and quips (and occasional detonations of dazzling brilliance by … well … us), it’s hard to keep track of questions.

You could post ’em over on the Badger House site as soon as stuff starts to grow. I can hear the ooh’s and aaah’s – the Good Shew!‘s and “Well done!” comments now.

Those were in colour over at Badger House site. If that site is still there, that is…?

Comment from Steamboat McGoo
Time: March 23, 2008, 6:01 pm

Speaking of Monty Python, I’m looking for the skit (on video) where John Cleese is a lawyer in front of a judge and starts singing some ditty about being an engine-driver or whatever.

“…An engine-driver, me. with a chug-chug here and a chug-chug there…”

Comment from pajama momma
Time: March 23, 2008, 6:06 pm

Happy Easter!

Comment from iamfelix
Time: March 23, 2008, 8:11 pm

Hi, everyone — Happy Easter!

I am actually *not* happy, as I was supposed to have 4 days off, but instead, at the last minute, got chained to mega-overtime and get zero days off. Even though I’m poor, not even the dough is worth it. *sigh* So I leave you with this, one of my 2 favorite movies, enacted by bunnies.

Now, if they’d just do Blazing Saddles …!

Comment from Uncle Badger
Time: March 24, 2008, 8:02 am

Rotten luck, IAF!

Loved the movie 🙂

Comment from Steamboat McGoo
Time: March 24, 2008, 8:34 am

“Good mornin’, Ma’am! And isn’t it a lovely mornin’!”

Comment from Anonymous
Time: March 24, 2008, 9:28 am

It’s a lovely day here, if it wasn’t so cold. Why, it’s all the way down to 55 degrees! I’m freezing!

Here’s hoping everybody had a happy Easter.

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: March 24, 2008, 9:54 am

Heh. I needed that, Felix. Thank you. I stayed out too late last night avoiding the polyurethane stench of Weaselheim. My floor guys are all done and it looks great, and I hoped to get my connect up again yesterday, but it was not to be.

I cleaned my keyboard and killed it. Also, I think my cable modem isn’t working right. I’ll see if I can run out to the coffeehouse and check mail at lunchtime.

Post? Oh, yeah. I have to post something today, don’t I?

Comment from Steamboat McGoo
Time: March 24, 2008, 10:59 am

I love those bunny enactments.

Comment from porknbean
Time: March 24, 2008, 11:35 am

I hope everyone had a lovely Easter. I know I did. Too bad you are not my neighbor McGoo, I woulda asked you over to not only feed you, but to bring your cane to poke my bil in the ass.
I think Algore was in town. It snew and got down to freezing.

Comment from Steamboat McGoo
Time: March 24, 2008, 11:48 am

Didja see the flakes when it snew, PnB? They were neat. The flakes were so damned big I expected them to “thump” when they hit the ground. Beefy!

I want to go south for a few days and look at some properties, but it looks like the weather is going to be wet pretty much all week. And … the rivers are a bit high down there now. I don’t want to mess with it.

Comment from porknbean
Time: March 24, 2008, 12:32 pm

Yes! Big hairy balls of snow! One of them suckers land on your head, you would look like a q-tip.

And … the rivers are a bit high down there now.

You think? LOL Hey, maybe you should have anyways. With it being so wet, you could have inspected basements or the properties ability to absorb or run-off water.

Comment from Steamboat McGoo
Time: March 24, 2008, 12:51 pm

PnB – a friend said almost exactly the same thing. If the roof leaks, we’ll know! I’d love to go see the St. Francis river ’cause I was gonna buy a place Right. On. It.

Oh, yeah. Those snewflakes were lethal. I stayed inside and practiced my cowering – just in case, y’know.

Comment from iamfelix
Time: March 24, 2008, 6:56 pm

Comment from Steamboat McGoo

“Good mornin’, Ma’am! And isn’t it a lovely mornin’!”

Up yours, McGoo!
(That *IS* the proper response, you know) (I hope!)!!!1! 🙂

I love that movie … I like lotsa movies (especially older ones), but that and Jaws are 2 I’ve watched over and over, and I never get tired of ’em.

Comment from Steamboat McGoo
Time: March 24, 2008, 7:03 pm

I love it! I would be honored if that became the standard greeting when I enter a conversation!

Comment from iamfelix
Time: March 24, 2008, 7:49 pm

LOL @ McGoo ^ !!!

Comment from Steamboat McGoo
Time: March 24, 2008, 7:55 pm

iamfelix – I remember Blazing Saddles when it first came out at the theaters back in the 70’s (’74). I’ve never gotten tired of that flick.

Comment from Steamboat McGoo
Time: March 24, 2008, 7:57 pm

I’m seeing no sign of Weaz posting from home. Damned wireless routers.

Comment from Steamboat McGoo
Time: March 24, 2008, 8:07 pm

Well, its beginning to look like Gov (Blind Melanin) Paterson used public funds for hotels (or whatever) when he was getting his Knob Polished, or Ashes Hauled, or an Air Start, or a good ol’fashioned sphincter-puckering Huff ‘N Puff, or whatever he was that got. The cries of “resign” are beginning to be heard.

I think this is all highly amusing. Please, elected officials, continue. I would have more of this most-risible behavior. Oh, very yes.

Comment from porknbean
Time: March 25, 2008, 3:18 am

Hmmm.. so would that mean a special election or does Bruno get the nod. Wouldn’t that make the libs heads explode? *snickle-snort*

Comment from Steamboat McGoo
Time: March 25, 2008, 6:16 am

It oughta make their heads explode. But I suspect that Liberals can flex their silly-putty minds around any inconsistency in character or ethics.

I’m for a special election – ’cause then candidates have to campaign. More opportunities to screw up and entertain … me!

I think this is an ideal chance to try McGoo’s patented public official selection technique: open the phone book, pick a person at random, kidnap them at gunpoint, and force them to accept the job for 2 years (or whatever term it is).

I bet they’d do just fine. I mean, how much worse could it be?

Write a comment

(as if I cared)

(yeah. I'm going to write)

(oooo! you have a website?)

Beware: more than one link in a comment is apt to earn you a trip to the spam filter, where you will remain -- cold, frightened and alone -- until I remember to clean the trap. But, hey, without Akismet, we'd be up to our asses in...well, ass porn, mostly.

<< carry me back to ol' virginny