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Weasels versus Science!

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I hope you read that in a 1950’s B-movie narrator voice, kthx. Weasels won, obviously.

A small animal has brought down the Large Hadron Collider; the perp has been positively identified as a weasel. I’m not sure how. Burnt weasel, probably.

CERN shut the big beast down due to “technical issues in the last 24 hours, including a power cut (likely due to the passage of a small wild animal on a 66 kV/18kV electrical transformer.)”

“Passage” I assume in the sense of “passed away.” Pining for the fjords. Joining the choir eternal. An ex-weasel.

Still good going. Particularly when you remember what they call weasels over here are what you call least weasels over there. The itty-bitty dudes. (Link sent to me by multiple people — interestingly, from a different newspaper source each time — and I enjoyed it more each and every time).

Now, my imaginary internet friends, I have given you short shrift this week, on account of I am taking next week off and I brought a metric crap-ton of work home to prepare. The old hands among you will recall that I have a birfday in early May. I shall post sweet nothings for the week, I think.

Have a good Weasel’s birthday week, everyone!


sock it to me

Comments


Comment from Steamboat McGoo
Time: April 29, 2016, 8:43 pm

“…(likely due to the passage of a small wild animal on a 66 kV/18kV electrical transformer.)…”

Bet that stung a bit. I wonder what was left – other than the smell of singed hair?

 


Comment from Uncle Al
Time: April 29, 2016, 10:11 pm

My b’day is 5/9 and Mrs. Uncle’s is 5/3 – So LETS PART-AY!

Um, but first – a moment of silence for the brave, brave weasel who gave his all and made the ultimate sacrifice to stop CERN from creating the Black Whole That Ate Switzerland, France, and EVERYTHING ELSE.

 


Comment from iamfelix
Time: April 29, 2016, 11:08 pm

Happy Birthday week, Stoaty!

 


Comment from AliceH
Time: April 30, 2016, 1:33 am

Yes, Happy Birthday … don’t you celebrate the whole month?

I’m glad you do that, since it balances out my not ever celebrating mine at all. :)

 


Comment from catnip
Time: April 30, 2016, 2:53 am

With warm, fuzzy wishes to all Weaselistas who were born in May, I’ll join in the revelry later tonight with a big gooey Sonic Blast (prematurely, yes, but strictly in your honor.) Happy Birthday everyone!

 


Comment from Nina
Time: April 30, 2016, 9:50 am

I hope this starts some new tech nomenclature: “there’s quite a weasel mucking things up,” or “this whole system is all weaseled up!”

It could happen!

Happy birthday, Sweasey!

 


Comment from mojo
Time: April 30, 2016, 10:51 am

“…BRZZZZZT…”

 


Comment from Deborah HH
Time: April 30, 2016, 5:26 pm

I wonder if CERN equipment measured the magnitude of the BANG or BRZZZZZT as Mojo called it. Richter scale, decibels, power surge, wet-my-pants or worse, et cetera. And now of course, one weasel scale.

 


Comment from mojo
Time: April 30, 2016, 10:34 pm

I’ve found lots of critters zapped in badly sealed junction boxes. And had to clean them out.

 


Comment from Mrs. Peel
Time: May 1, 2016, 3:45 pm

Son #2 will be arriving in May :-)

 


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: May 1, 2016, 4:47 pm

Many congratulations, Mrs P!

 


Comment from David Gillies
Time: May 1, 2016, 5:37 pm

If you put tens of kilovolts over a small organic thing the steam pressure from the ohmic heating will usually explode it. So, quite literally, pop goes the weasel.

 


Comment from jwpaine
Time: May 2, 2016, 1:11 am

Mappy Derfmay, Weez!

 


Comment from Uncle Al
Time: May 2, 2016, 7:44 pm

♫♪ Happy Birthday to You
♫♪ We’re all here in your zoo
♫♪ You scheme like a weasel
♫♪ And have nice chickens, too

 

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