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I would have gone “awww” if I hadn’t been thinking, “Boy, I sure hope the scale in this picture is not representative.”

Yeah, the first thought that came to my mind was ‘Jesus, the mass of the badgers weenie must be somewhere in the region of half of the total body mass of the weasel.’

*badger’s

That’s always the problem with cute animal stories; the sizes and temperaments don’t work out. I used to worry something awful about the Owl and the Pussycat when I was a kid. I just knew a cat/bird relationship didn’t have much of a future.

And don’t get me started on what Superman was bound to have done to Lois Lane, accidentally in the heat of passion. Ew.

Weas,

Years ago, Larry Niven wrote a short story/article about that very thing (Superman/Lois Lane) called “Man of Steel, Woman of Kleenex”. He addressed all sorts of issues best not thought of.

Ask and ye shall receive.

ok, so no one asked, but now I’ve saved you a few minutes of googling.

Anyway, that always gets me about the Redwall books. You have badgers hanging out with mice and squirrels and hares, and somehow, all the animals seem to be more or less on the same scale. I mean, the badgers are clearly larger than the other animals, but it’s more like the difference between a six-foot-tall guy and a five-foot-tall guy, not the difference between a twenty-pound badger and a two-ounce vole. I would love to see a drawing of the scale Brian Jacques envisions.

Also, badgers are the only non-evil mustelids in those books. What up with that?

Hiya, McGoo. I missed that one, somehow. It’s amazing how much psychic energy I wasted worrying about such things when I was a wee slip of a weasel.

The clocks changed here last night; won’t change back home for another week, so I’m ALL out of synch. Anyhow, I finally got to see the house in a little rain today (you’d think two weeks in England and I could rely on having at least one rainy day, wouldn’t you?). It’s amazing warm and cozy for an ancient house with no insulation. Thing is, I guess it essentially is insulated, what with the very thick plaster walls and all. The windows are leaky, though; heavy drapes are a must.

Get me. Talking about drapes. Almost like a grownup.

Anyhow, the more time I spend in it, the more I like it. I’ll set up a Flickr site or something when I get back so I can post some pictures.

God I’m dreading it. I head back Tuesday.

Mustelids get terrible press, Mrs Peel. I think it’s the smell. Badgers don’t look all that much like the rest of the family, and they roll about and scratch their balls, so people like them for some reason.

Poor old Uncle B. He’s been putting peanuts in the garden for the badgers every night without result. Last night, they vanished, but I think the birds got ’em.

Covington sighting in Newcastle. He must have run all the feathers off.

That’s him, officer! That’s the man that had his way with my poor li’l Light Sussex!

Do badgers like peanuts?

Oh. Obligatory peanut lady fuck.

I don’t think that’s Covington. If it was, wouldn’t there be some hen feathers fluttering around in his wake? Also, I know Covington is sort of…slow, but Newcastle is a fair distance away from Badger’s and Weasel’s new gaff. I think there is room in England for more than one eccentric.
I went to university in Newcastle, and let me tell you – it’s bloody cold up there by a combination of being northern, near the North Sea and situated at the top of a valley. Even for someone with Viking blood in them. That guy must’ve been under the influence of some sort of drug; it is mushroom season afterall.

Thought it might be this guy – but he’s ‘Merican, and his “tastes” are different.

http://www.thesmokinggun.com/archive/0307062sheep1.html?link=rssfeed

Hey Weas did you see this yet?

Now THAT is cute, BGG.

very interesting, but I don’t agree with you
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