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Foreshadowing:

adjective
1. indistinctly prophetic [syn: adumbrative]

noun
1. the act of providing vague advance indications; representing beforehand [syn: prefiguration]

(Dictionary.com)

Completely unrelated, unless it’s not

And anyway, I thought women valued honesty and forthrightness in a relationship. Uncle Badger should be praised.

Weird, apotheosis. The URL got stripped out of that somehow.

Do I want to know, or was it the horn section of the London Symphony Orchestra or something?

Hmmmmmmmm.

Let’s try that again

wabbit season!

DUCK SEASON!

That made it. Make mine…hmmm…number five, I think.

Last time I went into a welding shop to buy a gas mask (particulate mask, I guess), there were signs up warning welders about butane lighters. That’s back in that narrow sliver of time when people still smoked and everybody kept a pack of cigarettes and a disposable lighter in his (or her) left breast pocket. Apparently, there was an epidemic of sparks jumping off the weld, igniting the lighter and blowing hearts out.

True? No idea. That was back before Snopes, when rumor was king…

So…was it the Flatulent Ferret Framboise, or what?

🙂

Oh good grief, my ladyfriend asked me, “do you need anything?” Gentleman Jack says I.

Barbecue for the young… Change… Hope… Drink.

H2S, Weasel, is deadly. If ou smell it’s OK. Other then that your toast fart.

I saw that science article, Weaz! It reminded me that I’d seen something a quite while back about low-medium doses of H2S (I think) caused animals that hibernate to drop into that mode big-time. Or something like that. I was gonna track it down and forgot.

Far be it from me to divert our attention from the important subject under consideration, but I got a hat tip on lgf.

So suck it Trebeck!

/I know none of you is named Trebeck but it just sounds so snappeh.

I had to give up on LGF a while back.

I know they still perform a valuable service, and a lot of what Charles writes needs to be written, but the comments…good lord, disagree with them even the slightest bit on a minor point, and you’re meat. I never even bothered commenting, it was bad enough just watching it happen to other people.

Especially since they got their little “comment rating” feature. Ugh.

I just found out that it is xbradtc’s birthday today!!!!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!

comment rating? ah, yeah. Who cares? Nobody’s opinion of you could be that important, apo.

Comment from jwpaine
Time: October 25, 2008, 9:28 pm

Modded +5 Insightful

McGoo– you may be thinking of this article … (Akismet, I’m watching you!)

http://www.newscientist.com/article/dn10252-rotten-egg-gas-puts-mice-in-suspended-animation.html

it is beyond strange. Mice can be revived after losing 60% of their blood, simply by giving them *water*, if you give them a snootful of Hydrogen Sulfide first.

Comment from Mrs. Peel
Time: October 25, 2008, 10:01 pm

Oh goodness. Mrs. Peel had to go and start A Thing.
+3 Thing Startin’

So weasel, does this mean you will fart in bed and hold the blankets over Uncle B’s head as therapy?

yay, i have wasabi peas!

comment rating? ah, yeah. Who cares? Nobody’s opinion of you could be that important, apo.

Oh it’s not me that it bothered, like I said I wasn’t a commenter there. It just bugged me that people would say reasonable stuff that just happened to be outside the mainstream opinion, and they’d be anonymously gang-flamed for it.

I saw this article the other day. I gotta say, if its true, my dogs will live forever…….

BCR – that’s it! Wow – I didn’t think it was that long ago (2006). Time flies.

Got wasabi peas, eh, apotheosis?

I had those.

You can get shots for it now.

Comment from porknbean
Time: October 26, 2008, 12:00 am

modded +5 – funny.

Speaking of which – I really need to go do my duty over at Slashdot and meta moderate. Haven’t done it in ages.

Heh. That explains all the +1 I keep seeing in comments on HotAir and Ace’s. I mean, I realized they were uprating, but I didn’t know why it was suddenly all the rage.

LGF’s comments section has NEVER been readable. Let alone comment-on-able. I cruise the main articles sometimes, but the comments never. I’ve forgotten how I first ran across the Gulf Coast Pundit forum (left sidebar, toward the bottom), but I believe it’s composed mostly of people who were hounded off LGF by the commentariat.

I don’t go to LGF any more either. I used to comment on the articles from LGF which got submitted to Digg.com because dropping an article from LGF into an overwhelmingly far-left cess-pool like Digg.com was always good for a few laughs, but Mr. Johnson has since taken the Digg button from his articles.

I saw this article the other day. I gotta say, if its true, my dogs will live forever…….

Yeah, my dog farts a lot. Usually when he’s asleep. He lies there with a blissful look on his face and when the stink hits you and you run around opening doors and windows, and in the commotion he wakes up with a ‘What? Are we going for a walk?’ look in his eye.

“It just bugged me that people would say reasonable stuff that just happened to be outside the mainstream opinion, and they’d be anonymously gang-flamed for it.”

You’re right, there, apo, but that doesn’t much distinguish lgf from any other blog. Since it’s immensely more popular than, say, mine, or even (say it softly) the Weez’s, it naturally has a larger group of dittoheads. On the other hand, lgf has also enjoyed an accretion of People Who Actually Know What They’re Talking About, particularly in the realms of history, both recent and ancient. It just takes time to wade through the muck to find them.

till, I have to admit that I don’t visit lgf nearly as much as I used to; now it’s primarily during an election season.

LGF used to enjoy many ‘People Who Actually Know What They’re Talking About’…until Chuckie banned them.
These days he’s got a revulsion for Christianists.
*PoOf*

He did kinda go on a banning spree, I remember that.

And I really hate to speak ill of him or the site, because again, I know he does perform a valuable service. It’s not him I have a problem with so much as the more radical minions.

Minions tend to be a bad thing regardless of orientation. Anytime you get so devoted to an orthodoxy that you not only won’t question it but won’t allow anyone else to, even respectfully, you’re too far gone.

Exhibit A: The Left.

Hey, my supermarket was full of rabbis this morning. I counted four. And they weren’t together. Not orthodox, but all were bearded men with yarmulkas and sober black suits and tieless white shirts. Is there some scripture about Sunday morning at Stop&Shop or something?

Also, there was a black woman in a burqa in the parking lot.

Another mugshot roundup. I can’t get enough of these things.

If I ever get arrested, remind me to open my eyes wide and smile.

Ha! I’m on the first page of results of a Google Germany search for “spanking video” because LK told apotheosis he need a really spanking video card for playing games.

Boy, is there one disappointed Kraut out there this afternoon.

I totally wackyparsed that first response as “my supermarket was full of rabbits this morning.”

And I wondered if they were regular produce-section-raiding rabbits, or giant Night of the Lepus meat section grazers.

That mugshot roundup is just too frakking funny. Looking through those reminded me of the people I saw at my last visit to the DMV.

Nice to see who gets a chunk of my tax money.

I hope my dignified silence on this thread hasn’t gone unnoticed.

Hrmph!

On this particular topic, a dignified silence is devoutly to be wished and unlikely to hold for long.

That mugshot round-up is excellent, Weez. I submit that every one of them could have the caption “ACORN: See? Not all Obama voters are imaginary.”

Uncle B, from the other day about lamb. Well it wasn’t exactly lamb for the Shepherd’s Pie. It was more mutton, lamb is for sale, the older ones for consumption. What is the term again for between a lamb and a mutton, hogget?

Gotta look a gift sheep in the mouth. Srsly folks, you have to check the teeth for age.

Oh, BTW it is related. Mutton and I have a serious gaseous downside for others in proximity to me. “Good Lord! You’ve been eating mutton again; the mint jelly didn’t help.”

Eww.

I think a yearling is called a hogget, yes, Allen.

Strange creatures, sheep. I wandered down the road to post a letter yesterday and one just fixed me with… the look.

There’s an eerie belligerence to both sheepses and goatses. You can see how the satanic thing began.

It’s not the sheep, it’s ewe.

I sneaked up on the site a little while ago, apparently while it was in the midst of some changery. It was uncomfortably like walking into an occupied dressing room.

Y’know, how there’s some things you’re just not supposed to see?

I used to have my laptop set up so I could do these things off-line. But it’s a huge pain in the ass — you basically have to pretend you’re a UNIX server and run server software and PHP and everything. I gave it up after a while.

Now, whenever I change a stupid picture in my sidebar, I fuck the whole blog for half an hour. YIPEE!

This time I didn’t know it until Uncle B checked in. Looked fine under Opera and IE. I don’t usually check Firefox unless somebody says something…

Yes, I caught her Ladyship changing from one zip-up weasel suit to another too, apotheosis.

Firefox didn’t like version 2.1 at all. Not at all.

Seems ok now… as long as you don’t trip over the hands 😉

Oh, come on, admit it. It was worth it. That’s one of the most fuckedupitty graphics ever to spring fully-formed from the Mind of Weasel.

It’s been niggling at me for weeks, but I been busy…

Hmmmm

“Now THIS is a place for a Stick Up!”

🙂

Maybe someone makes floral scented suppositories?

Hopefully, because it doesn’t seem as though the memomachine-scented ones are working too well.

😛

The scary part is Uncle Badger sent me this.
AND HE HAS HIGH BLOOD PRESSURE.

Two words come to mind, S. Weasel…

Dutch. Oven.

I shall pray for you… 🙂

Hmmmm.

“Hopefully, because it doesn’t seem as though the memomachine-scented ones are working too well.”

I’m sure you’re mistaken.

Insert another one and give it a go….
🙂

I used to read lgf too, but could never stand the comments. These days I generally read rantburg–a lot more news and some of the commenters are well informed.

So, I guess that generating more H2S would be good for his health, and also help you hibernate better?

Hm. Rantburg you say. I think I’ve heard of the site, but I’ve never visited before.

Yes, well, please not to be calling them goatses, Unka Badgy, it’s only one letter away from being a really bad search term…

As for LGF, Tom Kratman used to hang out there; damifino whether he still does, because Charles is pretty much pissed off at creationists (of whom, full disclosure, I am one) which makes it really painful to visit sometimes. I mean, if I wanted to be denigrated and generally made fun of due to my beliefs or whatever, I might as well stick to ol’ Weasel’s site – at least Goo-boy’s fairly civil when sticking it up my ass. Plus, you know, I’m a loudmouth.

You rang, Greggie?

Naaa, I’d like to think I’m a polite asshole, but I’m not. But I’m not in the same league as those LGF rectums. They’ll chase you over to another site to continue the harassment.

Remind me: have I given you any shit lately? Am I remiss? I have been extraordinarily busy recently, and have had a debilitating hangnail, too. Besides – Jill chastised me last time.

Heh. Drudge has a headline “Can blahblah (list of every news outlet) be wrong?”

Answer: a resounding “Yes”. Want examples? There are endless numbers of examples. They’re “journalists” folks. Not Poly-Sci majors. They are garden-variety doofus high school grads who took a 6-month writing class. They know as much about politics and government as my grandmother. But unlike my grandmother, they are Liberals, and we know that means “Don’t think – feel!”.

Fart Tax. Kiwis has one.

I just can’t resist anything that discusses farts…..

Maybe it’s the xanax talking but I remember SWeasel being one of the first blogs I ran across when I started blogging in Feb 08 and I wanted to grow up to be just like it…. to this day, I am yet to find a more visually beautiful blog….. stoaty (or whoever the hell you are) you are a true graphic talent and I hate you because I’m not as good as you……….. I hope your photoshop stops shopping, your monitor stops monitoring and your PC (MAC?) develops herpes and it burns when it boots up…..

G-D bless America, G-D bless SWeasel and thank G-D for xanax…..

Signed, a true fan

Yep, that’s the Xanax talking. The happy Arab, al Prazolam. If I could make that stuff in the bathtub, I’d rule the world. Probably better that I can’t, then.

I just hiked up Mt Tom. My EVERYTHING hurts.