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friday the ninth

Kinda ran out of gas this week. Nothing like losing your pussy to put you off your game.


Comment from Hound of Doom
Time: May 9, 2008, 5:00 pm

Sorry the cat is MIA. I wish you had yours and I was rid of my wife’s pissy siamese.

Went to work today, and could not shake the smell of that varmint’s pee. Noticed that the little ba$tard had pissed on my pants about 10:30.

A new pair of pants from the CostCo across the street fixed that, but I still wonder how many people now think that I’m a ‘bathing optional’ kind of guy now.

Good luck finding the little guy. I’m going to be leaving my screen door open in the hopes that my cat will jet, and yours will reappear in your home. Just to keep the Karma balanced, dont’ja know.

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: May 9, 2008, 5:13 pm

Siamese are crazy fuckers. They’re like some whole ‘nother animal altogether. Like some kind of insane monkeycat or something.

Comment from Steamboat McGoo
Time: May 9, 2008, 5:15 pm

HofD – Given W’s parting comment, I read your comment as “…my wife’s pussy, Siamese.”

Choked on the sugar-free hard candy I was mouth-melting. Gak!

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: May 9, 2008, 5:26 pm

Ew. I’ve just killed, like, the fourth giant creepy multi-legged millipede thingie in a week. What the hell are these things and why do I have so many of them?

Only one was in the basement, so it’s not that. And I killed one in the road in front of the house.

Comment from porknbean
Time: May 9, 2008, 5:55 pm

We used to live near Detroit some years back and would on occasion get those nasty millipedes, which moved at 30mph.

Here in the humid midwest, if you have a dampish basement, you get to deal with camel crickets….brrrrr..


Those are major creepy. Fortunately, the house we are in now, has a very dry basement.

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: May 9, 2008, 6:15 pm

My last apartment had roaches. Oh, Jesus, how I hate roaches. They lived everywhere; conspicuously in the piping of my gas oven. I used to creep in and turn on all the burners suddenly and roast them in place.

I’ll never forget the smell of toasted roach.

Comment from iamfelix
Time: May 9, 2008, 6:29 pm

I’ve had the nasty millipedes — about 5 years ago, had a real plague of them. Must be cyclical, like earwigs (another yech!) That pic was awful, PnB … hope I see *none* of those. But the things that always, ALWAYS get me?

spiderssss… HATES ’em.

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: May 9, 2008, 6:43 pm

Ohhhhh, I’m a serious arachnophobe. I thought my house in Rhode Island was the spideriest house on the planet, until I spent a fortnight in Badger House. Uncle B is *so* on Spider Patrol.

Of course, where I grew up, they’re brown recluses with a sprinkling of black widows. Me, I call that an excuse.

Comment from iamfelix
Time: May 9, 2008, 6:50 pm

You’re lucky … I don’t have anyone to do Spider Patrol. I used to have a cat (Ella) who would hunt them down & eat them. I was bragging to my sister about her spider-prowess, to which she replied, “Oh … so you have a cat full of spiders ….” I could never revel in Ella’s abilities again. I was bitten by a recluse in 1978 or thereabouts — NOT a situation I’d want to repeat. And I didn’t have as bad a time as many victims. I had arachnophobia even before that, tho’.

Comment from porknbean
Time: May 9, 2008, 6:57 pm

What would you liken the smell of a roasted roach to?

felix – yeah, camel crickets are way brrrr…You turn on the basement lights and there they are, eyeballing you, on the floor, on the walls. And it always seems when you want to walk by them, they hop in your general direction. Once, when my son was a bitty guy, he hollered for me to get the ‘bug’ one evening. There was a huge one sitting in the middle of his bedroom staring at him – which is weird since they like dark and damp. I jumped on his bed and we both started yelling for his daddy because the damned the thing hopped at me. We about pissed ourselves when the disgusted daddy pretended to toss it at us. Heh…good times when my son was bitty (he turns 18 tomorrow *sniff* )

My daughter is with you when it comes to spiders. Our last house, with the crickets, was infested with brown recluse. Needless to say, we had to call a bug guy and checked ourselves into a hotel. I’m very thankful that the kids never got bit.
So long as spiders don’t cross my path, unless they’re brown recluse, I leave them alone….they eat other annoying bugs.

Comment from EW1(SG)
Time: May 9, 2008, 8:15 pm

I’ll never forget the smell of toasted roach.

and Lemur King was giving me a hard time the other day when I complained about the smell they make when they get across a high voltage circuit in the TV.

Bet it would be different if it was his monitor.

Comment from cranky
Time: May 9, 2008, 9:33 pm

I hope Damien comes home soon, Weasel. Must be a helluva party he’s at.

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: May 10, 2008, 5:09 am

Toasted roaches smell like bitter almonds.

Comment from TattooedIntellectual
Time: May 10, 2008, 8:52 am

Swease, I do believe that’s a nugget of information I could have done w/o. But I’ll keep it in mind if I ever decide to have a roach bonfire.

Comment from Lokki
Time: May 10, 2008, 10:22 am

Saturday Morning Ode to Damion

Where has my lost kitty gone?
A long time is passing. . .
Where has my lost kitty gone?
I’ve spent a long time alone.
Where has my lost kitty gone?
He’s out chasing ‘pussy’-cats…
But When will he return?
When will he return?

Comment from Gibby Haynes
Time: May 10, 2008, 10:25 am

Apparently hydrogen cyanide gas smells like almonds. Maybe HCN is released when you burn cockroaches. Wait, almonds smell like almonds! Oh Jesus, I’m not eating those anymore.

Comment from Lokki
Time: May 10, 2008, 10:33 am

On the subject of spiders… I’d like to say that as a manly-man, I’m just plain indifferent to them… ’cause usually I am, but once not so long ago while sleeping in my Japanese wife’s grandfather’s antique house (very old but not half as old as Badger-manor) I was awakened to the sight of a freakin’ big spider – a military-grade spider – looking me in the eye one morning, and found that I have (an apparently amusing) distaste for freakin’ big military-grade spiders.

Here in the Lokki house we currently have a gekko which snuck in through an open window who is doing an excellent job on bug and spider patrol. I like to watch him wander around near the lamps in the evenings. I hope the cats don’t get him too soon. Gekko’s are both a cat-toy and a cat-treat, you know.

Comment from Steamboat McGoo
Time: May 10, 2008, 12:21 pm

Wait, almonds smell like almonds!

I knew it! I was always suspicious of the shape of almonds! They’re shaped like … roaches!

Comment from Machinist
Time: May 10, 2008, 8:51 pm

I keep looking back at the kitty post hoping to see a happy update. As one who is totally pwned by cats I am so very sorry, Ma’am.

(I thought I made this earlier but I suspect I failed the comment box. Sigh.)

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: May 10, 2008, 9:16 pm

Thank you, Machinist. If you have animals in your life (particularly cats!), you’ll go through this sooner or later. The worst bits are a)not knowing what happened, and b)wondering if there’s something more you could do.

I’m collecting stories. The guy at Animal Control had a cat who went two and a half weeks once. And my table at dinner tonight had a man whose cat disappeared for two and a half months and turned up a sad and savage animal, but alive.

If he comes back, I promise to make a large and prominent post about it.

Comment from Michael
Time: May 10, 2008, 10:01 pm

Man, I can’t believe you said something this stupid

Me neither. I’m going to add you to my blogroll.

(Lipstick made me do it.)

Comment from Wollf
Time: May 10, 2008, 11:57 pm

Laughed my illusory tail off…..Been there, lost that, in more than the “Feline” way……I lost my….oh, never mind.

Cucharachas? Get a Chicken. Cats…note I did NOT go with the double entendre, love Chickens as Friends, Buddies and Partners in mischief.

Chicken….my dearly departed BuckBuck, yes she could say her name, ate ANYTHING smaller than herself. No more Black Widows, snails, cockroaches….nil, nada….zip.

And, the Cat was her best friend.
I still have the Cat. To bad about the Pus…..oh, never mind.
Wollf…besides, “I can’t believe I said something this stupid”……

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: May 11, 2008, 10:07 am

This deserves posting in full (and in color). Friday’s weasel:

squeezing a weasel

Found on an images search of ‘weasel’ — a thing I do regularly. The dude holding it had this big shit-eating grin on his face. His last ever, I’m guessing.

It’s too late for this advice, but dude? Don’t release — fling.

Comment from lauraw
Time: May 11, 2008, 10:22 am

Monday’s weasel needs some space
Tuesday’s weasel will eat your face
Wednesday’s weasel is full of dead rabbit babies
Thursday’s weasel has far to go, to get some rabbit babies
Friday’s weasel is Loving and Giving
Saturday’s weasel kills chickens for a living
And the weasel that is born on the Sabbath Day
Is healthy, stealthy and full of play

Comment from Steamboat McGoo
Time: May 11, 2008, 10:42 am

Weasel flinging man
Protecting all his digits
Tossing stoats all day.

Weasel in a glove
Better than fingers gnawed off.
Seeing stoats in flight.

Weasel flying time!
Tossing weasels is soooo fun.
Landings? Not so much.

Comment from Muslihoon
Time: May 11, 2008, 10:46 am

Oh, the Brits are always so prim and proper and have their right priorities:

(Found it at a Moronsite, The Hostages I believe. Or Lauraw at IB.)

Comment from Gibby Haynes
Time: May 11, 2008, 12:40 pm

Off the weasel-squeezing topic, but how rare are Black Pepper (Piper nigrum) plants and seeds in the US (and wherever anyone who happens to read this is from)? Here, apparently, they’re rarer than golden unicorn shit. I wonder why that is?
I find it weirder than a room full of Truthers that such a common, widely-used spice can be so hard to get hold of in plant and seed phase.
(By the way – I realise the actual pepper corns are seeds, and that they’re abundant, but from what I read, they’re heat-treated and so aren’t viable.)

Oh, the Brits are always so prim and proper and have their right priorities:

Funny. Hey, we love our tea – what can I say?

Comment from EW1(SG)
Time: May 11, 2008, 12:57 pm

Not sure, Gibby. A google on piper nigrum seed show a couple of vendors, first one in the list is US, next one charges in Euros…

I believe they are notoriously difficult to grow, but let me ask the botanical wizards over at GCP what they know.

Comment from Gibby Haynes
Time: May 11, 2008, 1:21 pm

Thanks EW1.

Comment from lizardbrain
Time: May 11, 2008, 6:51 pm

When I was a youngish geek (around 1960, so 15 or so), I lived in a house infested with the large cockroaches we knew as “water bugs,” similar if not identical to palmetto bugs.

Being an inventive sort, I made myself a bug zapper out of a couple of closely-spaced strips of aluminum foil tacked to a window sill, connected to a stripped ac cord. It fried those roaches to a crisp.

Fortunately, my mother found it before it could burn the house down, and made me disassemble it.

And even though I consider them vile beasts, I hope your kitty returns soon, so you can smile.

Comment from Carl
Time: May 11, 2008, 6:59 pm

We have the usual assortment of bugs here in north Florida but boy there are some BIG banana spiders. Fortunately there are few and far between around the house otherwise my wife would absolutely FREAK! On the other end of the scale, our front porch tends to be a haven for cute tree frogs looking for a bug buffet.

Comment from Odinist
Time: May 11, 2008, 7:43 pm

Gibby Haynes-

Try this site for Piper nigrum plants- they are difficult to start from seed…


Comment from EW1(SG)
Time: May 12, 2008, 12:10 am

Well, shoot…I was headed over to bring what I larnt about black pepper plants back to post for Gibby, but I see one of the horti — horten — whores over at GCP already did!

/Thanks, Odinist! 🙂

Comment from Steamboat McGoo
Time: May 12, 2008, 1:34 am

I read a comment over at the pepper link that said the green pepper is dried to make the black. Is that right, or should I hunt down and mercilessly dip into a vat of paint the person who said it? And what color?

And if the green dries into the black, what color does the black dry into?

Comment from Allen
Time: May 12, 2008, 2:11 am

While I was bitterly clinging to my horses, cattle, and a book this weekend… Kipling, and Rikki Tikki Tavvi, though a different family it made me chuckle, he did appear to have the right weasley stuff.

Herpestidae, the classification is a touch troubling, but they are nimble and quick.

Thankfully a film crew came up from Hollywood to do a documentary on RoDayO. I hope they got their innoculations before visiting.

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: May 12, 2008, 6:51 am

Sorry you got stuck in the filter, Carl. Akismet is arbitrary, like plague. Unless Lokki is around, then it’s all Lokki.

Comment from EW1(SG)
Time: May 12, 2008, 2:52 pm


that said the green pepper is dried to make the black. Is that right,

Sort of. “Green” peppercorns (as opposed to green peppers) are immature piper nigrum peppercorns, which if not picked early would have become ripe black peppercorns. On the plant, all the seed pods are green in color, so I’m not sure how you tell they are “ripe” to begin with.

Comment from Gibby Haynes
Time: May 12, 2008, 3:02 pm

According to wiki, the difference between black and green pepper corns is that they’re treated differently after being picked. They’re both unripe and green when picked, but the ones which remain green when dried have been freeze-dried or sulphur dioxide-treated.
The white pepper corns are just pepper corns which have had the fruit part of the berry removed.
Anyway, thanks for your help chaps. It looks like growing P. nigrum is a giant pain in the bum, and so I’ve decided to skip it.

Comment from Steamboat McGoo
Time: May 12, 2008, 4:28 pm

Ah-ha. I kinda wondered why all the photos showed green ones.

Maybe another time, Gibby. You can always try it another time.

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