sweasel.com

Happy April Fools. 🙂

And nice artwork/melty on the front page!

I saw it first, but I dug till I could get here so I could comment this morning.

Ooooo! You clever dick! I didn’t think to link to the post. I didn’t realize index.html was going to hijack the page and not allow a link to index.php.

I’ll go change the link.

Nyah, nyah, nyah, nyah, nyah!!!

I’m here too!
}:-]

Yeah, great. Nice April Fool.
Now no-one can access anything earlier than this page.
Drat.

Well, SURE. NOW you’re here. I changed the link to point to the comments 🙂

It’s a limited-time thing, Chicken Farmer. This too shall pass.

Something in particular you wanted?

Yay! That was awesome!

🙂 😉 Dear Christ!!!! I damn near lost an eye!

Freaked me right the f* out.
Normally don’t wear sunglasses at the computer.

I expected some mongoose-on-otter lefbian action after Stoatie got to fondle some warm bunny fur and her mustelid genes wanted to do what comes naturally.

i actually LIKE the temp screen there….

You should look at a permanent update similar to that theme…

With MOAR CHIKIN!!!!!!!

Hah, I thought your site had been attacked by some evil Smurf yobs. Made me think of the recent XKCD strip: http://xkcd.com/879/
(careful, today the site is XK3D. Very strange)

Hey Swease, did you catch the chickasaurus post over at Ace’s place? Better keep a wary eye on your chicken coop.
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/sciencetech/article-1026340/Jurassic-Park-comes-true-How-scientists-bringing-dinosaurs-life-help-humble-chicken.html

Wow! After years of being accustomed to B&W at Stoaties, I felt like a deer in a lorry’s headlights – looking at all that color! I was paralyzed.

If your server is Apache then it looks in the order specified in the DirectoryIndex directive.

Me, I’d’ve done some JavaScript or mod_rewrite stuff, but I’m a nerd.

Yay, I’m in the YooKay! It was a beautiful day today.

Holy cow, that startled the crap outa’ me.
Very cool.

JWM

Really, good one!

But the colo(u)rful weasel at the top doesn’t run!

[grump complain whinge]

Regards,
Ric

Mike, we’ve been making “our grandaddy was a Tyrannosaurus” jokes about the girls for a year. It’s especially true of Mapp.

It’s true… Miss Mapp just has this way of looking at you..

‘I’ll have you know, my great-great-great grandfather (x100) used to stamp your ancestors into the alluvial silt and lick ’em up for a tasty treat!’

Half-close your eyes and you can see their ridiculous rubbery combs wobbling around on the bonce of a stegosaurus.

Mind you, Charlotte is even worse. She’s convinced she is a sacred temple cat from Thebes.

Fortunately (for me), I go along with this.

Holy crap, that scared the hell out of me. Dum de dum, “let’s wander over to Weasel’s place and see what she’s done this fine Friday.”

Color! Damn near put my eyes out.

Good one. 🙂

Hey, that’s why I said get you some ostrich pullets instead of banty hens. THEN see what Mapp does!
}:-]

I snickered and snorted and cheered when I first visited this morning. . .but was a bit uneasy about not being able to get beyond the front page. Hooray for being back on the REAL sweasel-dot-com! But I hope you’ll put a link to the colorama somewhere on the sidebars, so we can go revel in it from time to time. . .

Good to see Mr. McGoo visiting. . .

Dang, did I miss something?!

I like the weasel in the upper left corner that seems to be singing.

OOOF-DAH!

That was psychedelic! First thought I was having an Peyote/Mescaline flashback…YIPPEE!

For Sven:
I understand that is a common occurrence out there…

Nina
April 1st was stoatie’s sort of “Dorothy steps into OZ” moment but with weasels. The rest of us were instantaneously lollipop guilded if you will.

Gilding the Lollipop guild?
Stoaties and Weasels and Badgers, OH MY!

I recall (barely) reading at least four of Baum’s Oz fantasies. Sawhorses brought to life along with a wooden dancing Jack’O’Lantern and an evil witch; Mombi meet up with Tinman and Scarecrow.

Ozma of Oz….a queen with an army of scary Mommies turned Amazons wielding wicked darning needles and hat pins.

I refer to my above comment….Desert Jack Peyote has nuttin’ on the imagination of ol’ L. Frank Baum!

Oh, Baum! I was too snooty to read kids’ books when I was a kid, so I ended up reading them in my twenties (or, as I like to think of them, the Stoner Years).

The Oz books were very, very trippy. Happy to reveal that Dorothy eventually says “screw Kansas” and moves to Oz permanently. I believe she takes Aunt Em and Uncle Henry with her.

The Oz books were such a phenomenon, after Baum’s death, they got other writers to carry on with the series.

“Stoner Years”???
Were you a disciple of Eugene Morrison Stoner?

Sporadic,

That was perfect. Y’all almost had me wiping wine off the monitor and keyboard.

NorCal, SoCal, East coast and flyover country muddle heads were/are, for the greater part, the antithesis of Eugene Stoner and his creation. (I know, I was one.)

Stoner and Kalashnikov literally changed the face of combat in the last half of the 20th century. The reverberations still impact how we look at war…and self-defense.

Stoatie, now you have me thinking I might have to revisit Baum’s work.

It was shirtsleeve, 84 degree Spring yesterday. Today, the high was 64….and that was just after midnight.

Now, it is snowing and maybe 38 degrees.

Cheers!

I need no reminders of just how unhip I am but at 43 I am still a weed virgin. Just never knew anyone who used/had the herbs. I could however smell a nitrocellulose whiff from 2 ridges away, in pouring rain, while surrounded by like-minded enthusiasts who last bathed maybe 10 days ago, if they bothered to keep count.

Stoner’s creation was just the answer if we ever faced a kinetic action against prairie dogs. That would teach the sneaky burrowing baftards to compete with our wholesome cattle.
Objectively speaking, prairie dog invasion would be best tackled by outsourcing the matter to private sector outfit, not by inventing a rifle for the purpose and especially by mating the rifle with the bizarre cartridge. McNamara is a curse word!

Ideal approach would be to parachute container loads of dieting weasels. If they were of the blackfoot ferret variety, an additional profit margin might be realized by applying for grants from EPA, DNR, DoInt, not to mention affluent ferret fanciers. Yes, I know that an affluent ferret fancier is a rare beast given that there is nothing cheap about ferrets even before the lawyers step in.

For some reason, no matter how inebriated Stoatie is on marula fruit or elderberry swill, I CANNOT fathom the chance of her typing, “heck, back in my Browning years” or “I remember when I was influenced by Farquhart falling block with external hammers and filigree scroll”…

Since this is a blog based in United Skansenium where the concept of boomsticks in hands of subjects is a sacrilege, maybe I could illustrate the idiocy of small rifle cartridge by telling the parable of Merry Robin of Loxley.
Guy of Gisbourne was taunting him about small quivers that only held 7 arrows. Since big arrows are shot from big bows, it has been decreed by Sheriff of Notting Hill that the bow draw (force required to “pull” the damned thing) is to be reduced from 90 pounds to more palatable 16 pounds, so that a toothpick sent from 4 feet away could pierce the air bladder of carp… on 4th try or less.
And now Brave Sir Robin could carry 200 light arrows that could be used to spray his cowardly opponents for the second time.

I understand there is a place for light packages. That is one reason why weasels and numerous mongoose designs have been so evolutionally successful, even able to conquer foggy, cold, gannet-guano covered outcroppings in the North Sea. Even Daniards withdrew from there given the nature of the indigenous tribes and their druidic rituals. Romans suddenly remembered that they have urgent meetings in Thracia, and Gallic fimmels were softer to the touch and had less ticks in their pelts.

American Weasels, boldly going upstream!

Spotted Dick sighting
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