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champaign and fire



The trip was uneventful, but so very, very long. I carried on bravely and as long as I could, like the courageous weasel that I am, but finally crashed out and slept the happy, dreamless sleep of the rabid and feral. Uncle B just woke me up with a bottle of champagne.

It isn’t the best champagne, but very drinkable and plenty good enough to get me out of bed and into some serious drinking.

Huzzah! Christmas is here!








Comment from Gnus
Time: December 20, 2007, 9:02 pm

Yippeeeee, Sweasel, ya made it.

Merry Christmas to y’all.

Comment from Pupster
Time: December 20, 2007, 9:30 pm

That stove looks quite be-darkened.

Be well, Weasel and Badger, I wish you joy.

Comment from nbpundit
Time: December 20, 2007, 11:08 pm

Merry Christmas Stoaty and Badger.
Many long merry days and nights in front of your
new old fireplace.

Comment from Muslihoon
Time: December 21, 2007, 12:44 am

Merry Christmas, Weasel and Badger! And likewise to the rest of you Englishpeople!

Comment from mesablue
Time: December 21, 2007, 1:25 am

Looks cozy.

Happy Christmas weasel in badgerland.

Comment from Gibby Haynes
Time: December 21, 2007, 9:32 am

The silver tray of assorted cat smack must be just out of shot.
Glad you made it weasel. Just in time too, because I’ve just been released from prison (turns out killing all those people was against some law or something – who knew?), and I’ve given your address as my own. I got the idea from this charming lad:
Merry Christmas Musli. And McGoo, Lokki, Dawn, and the rest of you crazy fucks.

Comment from Muslihoon
Time: December 21, 2007, 1:23 pm

Oh dear, Gibby, that is horrid.

Comment from Dawn
Time: December 21, 2007, 4:03 pm

Merry Christmas Stoaty and Badger.

Where is McGoo?

Comment from Dawn
Time: December 21, 2007, 6:46 pm

I am sick sick sick of being the thread killer. 😉

Comment from Lokki
Time: December 21, 2007, 7:13 pm

Dawn – Thread killer is MY job…. get your own gig.


Comment from Muslihoon
Time: December 21, 2007, 7:45 pm

You all being busy is rank discrimination against those of us who do not celebrate Christmas. (I celebrate it in my heart, because if I celebrated it outwardsly, I’d get kicked out of home.)

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: December 21, 2007, 7:46 pm

Hey, hey…there will be NO killing of threads around here without express permission of management.

Anyhow, it’s four days until Christmas. I don’t usually like to point this out, but aren’t you guys…going off a little half cocked?

Comment from Lokki
Time: December 22, 2007, 12:18 am

‘Twas the Friday before Christmas, and all though the Blog
Not a loony was posting; ‘cept for one hog –
All usual suspects had gone off to party somewhere
‘cept for the lone blog hog – he was still there…..

The regulars were all nestled belly-up to some bar
‘cept for the drunks already out and about in their cars.

So mamma in her ‘kerchief, and little old me
Had just settled down to watch boring reruns on TV,
For out there in cyberspace there befell such quiet
I felt like I was on a forced mental diet

See, Weasel and Badger were snuggling close to the fire
With their mustelid eyes fair abrim with desire

And McGoo hadn’t made bail and JW was fightin Injun wars
And PorknBean and Dawn were probably off baking ‘smores

Though Gibby’d made bail he was busy terrorizing his hosts
Showing off his tattoos and making gangsta style boasts

Muslihoon , much to his credit did appear,
But only to splutter – geez, there’s nobody here!

Enas Yorl was off making his famous garlic-cheddar cheese bread
Gnus was just lurking, waiting till something clever needed well said

But a tabla rosa-like comments block was just too tempting a spot
For a certain crusty old blog hog to resist leaving a splot

And then afterward , he grinned with each pointy tooth
and made greedy gestures with each ink-stained small hoof.

But as I was rubbing ink off my hands, and looking carefully around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound!

He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;

He posted clever new comments – something bright for each minion
And smiled and nodded as he blogged his personal opinion

Yes, he was all bright and all cheery and with hands quick and light

He typed:
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night.”

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