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Roadkill is a way of life in Texas. Come on now!

I’ve been having that dream for a couple of months now. It’s one step closer to reality, as they axed a bunch of contract employees today. Brook Benton keeps singing The Boll Weevil Song in my head. And then there’s Clarence “Frogman” Henry ….

And nice inert weasel, SW.

Do you have a link to Dave’s previous freak out?

Wasn’t really a freak out. Just made him…sad.

That one looks more roadkill-y. I think it’s the slightly open mouth and the stiff front paws. Although it is smiling, as if its dreams are pleasant.

All-time creepiest Weasel drawing is definitely the fanged brain. Dude.

If’ins I was a road kill, I’d think kindly upon being so thoughtfully rendered. Them forepaws is ‘specially tasty.

Weas, do you use a Wacom? Just curious.

Mmmm, venison.

I’ve been looking at it again. I think it’s just that I knew it was road kill before I looked, whereas I had grown fond of the original restesing weasel before the Weas revealed her dread secret. (And therein lies Dave’s sorrow.)

Speaking of sleeping animals, I’m amazed at how small of a ball my 45-pound Australian shepherd can curl herself into. I hope she gives tomorrow evening’s date a proper welcome, by which I mean barking very loudly and having to be forcibly restrained from flying at him.

Nice new graphic (despite origins…).

Weasel smilies seem to have disappeared, too, at least in the Angostura Bitters thread. They’re showing now – for me, at least – as ordinary ‘Pacman’ types.

test -> 🙂

Oh, shit — you’re right, Julia! I upgraded WordPress last night and forgot that it blows out my custom smilies. AND I don’t think I have a copy, dammit — they’re on my desktop, which is in a container in the middle of the Atlantic.

Damn.

Yes, Surly, I *definitely* use a Wacom. Couldn’t do this without. For this image, I took the rather crappy (I mean low-res) photo I found on a Google images search, sized it up to a comfortable working size and desaturated it (black-and-whited it, for those of you who are not Photoshoppical).

Now I have a big, badly pixelated photo. I threw a lasso around a couple of parts and moved them to a more desirable position (the tail, for example). Drew in the missing bits crudely with a brush (there were blades of grass across his ickle broken body).

Finally, I went over the whole image with a one- or two-pixel brush using the smear tool cranked up to, like, 70%. Smearing the big jpeg blocks into something that resembles fur and “pushing” tones where I wanted them. Also, I used dodge and burn to lighten and darken areas (you can see rather clumsy dark diagonals across his hindquarters).

So essentially, it’s a heavily manipulated photo — NOT something I’d do and pass off as original illustration. But cheezy shit like that is one of the great joys of the wild West world of blogging 🙂

Oh, damnation! The smiley!

I like the picture. It doesn’t seem roadkilly to me. The last roadkill I saw didn’t look quite so peaceful. Or intact.

My ferrets can look just like that when they’re sleeping — paws up and all.

Ha! The smiley’s are back. Quick, before Weasel can change them back.

🙂 🙁

😉

Roadkill is fragrant round my stomping grounds…pepe le pew…

File this one under ‘sweet revenge’ for fellow Brits who labour under the routine urine extraction about British food around these parts.

Last night a large, stripey-faced mustelid made one of his (in)famous curries.

Earlier this evening, he found her Ladyship eating the leftovers.

On toast.

Naturally, he offered her custard as an accompaniment…

Yeah. I can never figure out what the hell he’s talking about, either.

Curry. On Toast. With Custard.

Does not compute.

Hey, roadkill doesn’t squirm while posing.

What is weasel resting from?

What is weasel resting from?

Bitters, Sarah, she’s resting from just 8 or 10 drops of bitters, each drop diluted with gin, of course. (Either that or rum and the lash) 🙂

But either way,

“ I’d rather have a bottle in front of me than a frontal lobotomomy “

Badger, please look both ways when crossing the road, and remind Weasel that she’s probably looking the wrong way when she does it.

http://www.guardian.co.uk/uk/2006/jan/31/foodanddrink.britishidentity

Damn, Lokki, no sodomy?

Man, some people suck all the fun right out of the room.

😉

Ahem, Roger. I said Bitter, not Butter.

Good Day, sir.

Owwwwww…Last Tango flashback!

Can’t say I’ve ever seen it.

Aw, c’mon Lokki. Everybody wants some sodomy with their rum and lashing.

😉

Lashes, rum, and sodomy – if at the same time, that’s quite kinky (although perhaps not so strange down on Castro Street).

I don’t know if it is my Muslim upbringing, but I can only eat properly-slaughtered meat. No roadkill whatsoever. That’s so haraam.

Now that is just sad, folks. Pretty much all of it – sodomy, not eating roadkill, diluting with gin (gin should be all that is required, IMHO).

In Oregon, three people are required to eat roadkill. One to eat and two to look out for cars.

I had to leave because lookouts who are reliable were hard to find. Takes forever to get tire tracks out of your shirt.

Of course, in Michigan in the winter… the meat gets chilled down pretty quick if the wind is up… spoilage is at a minimum. You can go a while before it gets to “less than fresh”.

I had a friend in college who would probably eat roadkill if it came up on his plate. He would have fit in on the bitters threat re: corn likker, too. We called him Rustic Mike. He went as an Amish one year for Halloween. Took two days before anyone noticed.

Joanna, I prolly wouldn’t touch it (roadkill). However, never say never… if I were hungry enough that it became really important, I’d eat it. Otherwise, unless I hit it or just watched it get hit, mmmmm…. no.

Mmmm, rum!

Mind you, the Aussies seem to have a very odd use for it…

Crikey!

So already…for the roadkill…where’s Mondays thread?

you’d think I’d shot Bambi’s mum or something…

Lookie there, gone how many days and she is already talking like one of ‘them’.

Woohoo! I finally made it out of the mountains, I feel positively Christmasy.

Ooof, three feet of snow last night. I don’t think I’ve actually ever been sledding in a truck before. Listening to “Let it snow, let it snow,” while laughing like a maniac is no way to go through winter. Here’s a webcam picture from up at the ski area near my place. Dude, that truck isn’t going anywhere until May

Shouldn’t you be cleaning toilets or something?

Nerves! Hahaha…how’s that shiraz and chocolate going for you?

I’m finding the toilets aren’t nearly the challenge I expected, but the kitchen needs constant attention. Also — you’ll love this — we have mouse. He ate a tunnel in the bread on the kitchen counter this afternoon.

So, that weasel is just feeling a bit run down and tyred? 🙂