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At the sign of the restesing weasel

return of the restesing weasel

Eh. Lord knows when my stuff will show up — including my desktop computer and all the sweasel graphics thereupon — so I just drawed another restesting weasel.

Yes, this one is based on a roadkill weasel, too, but please don’t tell that slopbag Dave in Texas. Jesus, the way he carried on about the last one, you’d think I’d shot Bambi’s mum or something…


Comment from John
Time: December 12, 2008, 7:27 pm

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

Comment from iamfelix
Time: December 12, 2008, 8:21 pm

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.

Comment from Ed
Time: December 12, 2008, 8:24 pm

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

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: December 12, 2008, 8:33 pm

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

Comment from Mrs. Peel
Time: December 12, 2008, 9:09 pm

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.

Comment from surly ermine
Time: December 12, 2008, 9:34 pm

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.

Comment from Randy Rager
Time: December 12, 2008, 10:17 pm

Mmmm, venison.

Comment from Mrs. Peel
Time: December 13, 2008, 12:18 am

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.

Comment from JuliaM
Time: December 13, 2008, 4:27 am

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 -> 🙂

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: December 13, 2008, 7:41 am

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.


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!

Comment from Gibby Haynes
Time: December 13, 2008, 9:13 am

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

Comment from Lipstick
Time: December 13, 2008, 11:16 am

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

Comment from Allen
Time: December 13, 2008, 11:42 am

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

🙂 🙁

Comment from nbpundit
Time: December 13, 2008, 3:35 pm


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

Comment from Uncle Badger
Time: December 13, 2008, 4:58 pm

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…

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: December 13, 2008, 8:58 pm

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

Comment from TimB52
Time: December 13, 2008, 11:35 pm

Curry. On Toast. With Custard.

Does not compute.

Comment from Joanna
Time: December 14, 2008, 10:46 am

Hey, roadkill doesn’t squirm while posing.

Comment from Sarah D.
Time: December 14, 2008, 12:18 pm

What is weasel resting from?

Comment from Lokki
Time: December 14, 2008, 12:29 pm

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

Comment from Lokki
Time: December 14, 2008, 5:45 pm

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


Comment from Randy Rager
Time: December 14, 2008, 8:11 pm

Damn, Lokki, no sodomy?

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


Comment from Lokki
Time: December 14, 2008, 8:57 pm

Ahem, Roger. I said Bitter, not Butter.

Good Day, sir.

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: December 14, 2008, 9:12 pm

Owwwwww…Last Tango flashback!

Comment from Randy Rager
Time: December 14, 2008, 9:40 pm

Can’t say I’ve ever seen it.

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


Comment from Muslihoon
Time: December 14, 2008, 11:52 pm

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.

Comment from Lemur King
Time: December 15, 2008, 12:45 am

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”.

Comment from Joanna
Time: December 15, 2008, 1:04 am

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.

Comment from Lemur King
Time: December 15, 2008, 1:08 am

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.

Comment from JuliaM
Time: December 15, 2008, 1:28 pm

Mmmm, rum!

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


Comment from nbpundit
Time: December 15, 2008, 1:47 pm

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

Comment from porknbean
Time: December 15, 2008, 5:00 pm

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’.

Comment from Allen
Time: December 15, 2008, 6:15 pm

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

Comment from Nerves
Time: December 15, 2008, 8:39 pm

Shouldn’t you be cleaning toilets or something?

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: December 15, 2008, 8:44 pm

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.

Comment from JohnSF
Time: December 17, 2008, 4:42 am

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

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