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Great comparison in that first pic. Too bad we don’t have a picture of B.O. smoking crack to get the full effect of what each man (man-child and man) was doing at comparable age.

It is, generally speaking, a really rotten idea to mention death within five miles of a presidential candidate.

I’d be more worried about tempting the fates with their powers of ‘jinx’.

**Starts new file – “Weasel, Stoat E.”**

Do you know why people love Linux? Because it’s so fucking hard to do every little thing that every success makes you hop out of your chair, punch the air and scream, “YES! I just SENT AN EMAIL! I’m a fucking genius!”

I just noticed that the anagram of Stoat is Toast. I hope that doesnt mean anything bad…

It’s usually OK, wendyworm. Just that sometimes when it’s pointed out it makes her Ladyship a little crusty.

**Adds “Toast” and “Crusty Ladyship” as possible aliases to file. Notes Linux use and increases threat level evaluation.**

Hey, Uncle B:

All of them.

Lookit me! I’m on Linux. Does this distro make my ass look fat?

Not at all, my dear!

Not compared with your head, anyway…

GRR Uncle B! It’s Wendy W O R N not worm!
🙂

You have to understand, Wendy, it was his deepest compliment. Badgers love worms.

Really. It’s their main protein source, when they aren’t biting chunks out of adorable baby bunnies and lambs.

Really on that, also.

Heh.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SwwccW3LyBM&feature=related

ok then, here is an evil worm video for you guys!

Oh, I do apologise, wendyworn!

Her Stoatliness is quite right, I am a bit obsessed with worms, but I also have real trouble with my laptop screen, which shows characters about the size of a pinhead. I’m forever misreading things and making the most awful typos.

And, of course, a badger would look absolutely stupid wearing glasses 🙂

apology accepted Uncle B. Carry on! 🙂

Hey, Weasel. I think your database is getting a bit funky again. Refreshes are sometimes hanging…

I don’t know if they have a ‘save’ facility… but just in case…

I think that’s something different, B. Like a server problem at BlueHost.

I’m having ISP problems on the receiving end, so it’s hard for me to tell.

Wendy, that was possibly the crudest claymation I have ever seen. But — w00t! — I got it to play, which means I’ve finally gotten fucking Flash set up.

Did you know YouTube was Flash? Me neither. Also, my weasel runs now. Hurrah for the running weasel!

What I know about Linux: I short sold Redhat stock back in 2000. OK I’m one of those evil short sellers, but dude, free software?

Why yes we’ll make our coin on support, meanwhile multiple nerds are gleefully giving away “support.”

The little “x” on the eagle where his eye is apposed to be is classic.

I live to tickle you, Dave.

Yeah. That’s right. I came right out and admitted it: I am the Ticklemonster.

The business model is a little different now, Allen. The ‘enterprise’ version costs munnies. The free, consumer version doesn’t. I went with them this time. As I recall, it wasn’t my favorite of the ones I tried…but it was easier to set up and get working.

By the way, Dave, you aren’t anywhere near that bad boy Ike, are you?

Jessica sent me this link. It’s a “color IQ test”; it’ll fry your eyeballs, but it’s cool. The lower the score the better. The highest score in my age group was 1409. The lowest score is zero. I scored 20. Jessica scored 0.

There’s a reason my blog is in black and white.

I had heard that Weas. Back in the day that was some sweet internettin’ stock message boards. Saddle, check, horse, check, time for the BBQ.

Ike just winged us Stoaty, we caught the western edge. Had some good gusts around 40 this morning, a little rain, nothing to cry over, thanks. We’ve got some family refugees stayin for a bit, they found out from neighbors today that their home is ok. Thanks for axin.

Oh, also I done stoled your newest logo and linked it in the AoS headlines. Stick with me kid and we’ll make millions.

Woohoo! Thanks again, Dave. I’m Acelanche blind, on account of Sitemeter is switching to new servers at the moment.

BTW, did you know that piece of shit Sullivan is getting a third of a million hits A DAY? Yeah, Ace was right: that Drudge link is keeping him afloat (and keeping the Atlantic from cutting him lose).

Jesus, no wonder he has an ego problem. He thinks he earned all that.

Had no idea but I’m not surprised. He seems to have decided it’s in his best interests to lay off the crazy smear shit and just run with hyperbole (the View kilt his nomination for shure!11!!1 eleventy!!1), but he won’t be able to control himself for long. Be fun to see if they decide being smeared with his nonsense is worth the hit.

He’s already losing it again. He did, like, ten posts yesterday, one of them featuring a picture with the alt title “palin pregnant” and whining about how he’s only allowed to talk about the stuff she says. Whereas absolutely nothing should be off-limits for a vice presidential candidate, because it’s a position so vital to the republic and all.

I never was a Sullivan reader. I’m — what’s the word? — gobsmacked by the sample I’ve gotten the last few days.

He’s really only a one-issue pundit. Everything through that lens.

Incidentally, red-green colorblind dudes do not do well at all on that IQ hue test. I think the proprietors may be calling in emergency medical help for me.

WTF? I took the color test, and now I can’t see straight! Thanks a bunch, Stoaty! I scored 28, BTW.

>>He’s really only a one-issue pundit. Everything through that lens.

I will reuse one of my most acclaimed (mostly by me) line: If you look at the world only through your sphincter, the whole world looks like a toilet bowl.

Tushar! Omigosh! Tushar!

I thought you were Musli at first — because, let’s face it, what’s the diff? — but! Tushar!

Welcome to mine ‘umble blog.

I scored a 24, and a raging headache!

Tushar, DiT, Acelanches. You’re getting all big-time now Stoaty! Remember us little people when you get your own permanent Drudge link.

Hey, I scored a perfect on the color test! Whoot!

Stoaty, I have been visiting your blog atleast once a week, for months now. I admire your ninja-skills with photo editing and graphics. The Aos Moron, the Moronosphere monkey, the Zombie Reagan: all favourites of mine.
And why am I being compared to an Acealanche? If Ace is a flood, I am a mere piss-puddle of one click.

It’s just that you’re a fixture, Tushar. Like a toothbrush holder. Also, Sitemeter moved to new servers in the middle of my ‘lanche so I don’t know how high it bounced. Boo.

I like this: ceramic tiles with random cat or dog pawprints glazed on them.

OT: Ok, I’ve googled FLRG, FLRYG, FLYRJ, FLIRG, and about a dozen other acronymish collections of letters that might be pronounced “flurge” and cannot find a single reference to it on Google. So what the hell was Tina Fey (as Sarah Palin) talking about last night on SNL? It was used in context with MILF. Best guess I’ve seen so far is “First Ladies I’d Rather Jackoff.” (My own guess is “Fucking Lesbo. I’d Rather Jackoff”)

Anyone? Bueller?

Oh, fine. You made me go watch the skit.

Urban dictionary has flurge:
v. A cross between flush and purge
“I flurged the wax from my ears.”

But that ain’t it. I don’t want to go near flurch (though definition one might come in handy some day). As might flurgh.

The topic came up here, with a couple of suggestions…but really more confusion than answers. I suspect the “first lady I’d…something” is the correct construction. A sort of bookend to VPILF.

Yeah, the “flaccid penis” definition might fly; it’s hard to imagine a woman less likely to inspire erections than Slick Willie’s Beard.

…or is Slick Willie her beard?

btw: that third definition for “flurch” must have been written by a 12-year-old. Doesn’t make any sense at all (unless, of course, one is wearing Q-Tip’s new Summer’s Eve All-Cotton Prophylactic (“Now With Just A Hint Of Mint!”).

And, for the record, I thought the skit was pretty funny. Even the digs at Palin — probably because I feel confident she’ll do fine.

The bit where Hillary loses it is especially cherce.

I *hate* the new Sitemeter. It’s got one of those slow-loading Java thingies (I guess it’s Java) and it’s not telling me what I want to know (though it may just be showing data since it landed on the new server last night).

Two weird new tracking categories: gender and age. For gender, it mostly says unknown. For age, there is no unknown category — 43.75% percent of you crusty old farts are 45-54.

So, how they hell is it capturing THAT data?

I’m getting a “bad certificate” message when I go to sitemeter, so I haven’t seen the “newimproved” version yet.

And I agree, that skit was the funniest thing about last night’s SNL (much as I hate Fey, she is a damn good comedy writer). The rest of the show would have taken second place against a 6th grade talent show.

Cookies is how they’re capturing that data. They cookify you wherever your browser requests a page they monitor. Quantcast does it, as does the beta google-analytics. I’m sure AC Nielsen does it too.

No doubt the reason you don’t have stats on the age/gender stuff is they just started doing it this morning.

Toothbrush holder? I think of myself as more of that hanger in your garage where you hang the rakes and shovels.

Hm. Sort of a “if you were an appliance, what sort of appliance would you be?”

I’m thinking…nose hair remover. Sure, the work is gross, but you don’t have to do very much of it.

I’m lazy like that.

Me, I’m duct tape. Everything I patch up looks like hell, but somehow it holds together. For a while. Long enough for a self-congratulatory pat on the back followed by a quick fading over the horizon, anyway.

Oh my, have y’all seen the “Obama Waffles” thingy?

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20080913/ap_on_el_pr/obama_waffles;_ylt=Arm0YdQGxMP.UljNxUZmaiRp24cA

They didn’t realize it was offensive. Oh dear God.

Obama is portrayed with popping eyes and big, thick lips as he stares at a plate of waffles and smiles broadly.

On the back of the box, Obama is depicted in stereotypical Mexican dress, including a sombrero, above a recipe for “Open Border Fiesta Waffles” that says it can serve “4 or more illegal aliens.” The recipe includes a tip: “While waiting for these zesty treats to invade your home, why not learn a foreign language?”

1. B.O. has thick lips. He waffles all over the place and he is shown eating some waffles at some campaign stop. So what is wrong here?

2. He admits to Stephanopouliptolis that McCain did not take a swipe at his muslim faith. So, who perpetuated that truth…why the fraud himself.

3. He is for open borders and says we dumbasses should learn a foreign language – though he doesn’t know one.

So how is this box of Obama waffles offensive? I think it is damn funny.

PnB, it brings up some old racial stereotypes. I think a lot of older black people will react to this negatively. It would be like telling watermelon jokes.

Sorry, I still don’t see it. If anything, it is offensive to Aunt Jemima to have his mug on her territory. I always saw her as kind and motherly….not community shit-disturbing smarmy.
And if it is so offensive, then why is her ‘picture’ on my box of pancakes and syrup bottle in her shape?

I’ve always been astonished that they kept Aunt Jemima as a brand (and Uncle Ben, for that matter). The irony is, they updated her and gave her a ‘fro, when fashions changed and the old Aunt Jemima with the short hair and headscarf would probably look more modern in 2008. The syrup-bottle lady is Mrs Butterworth, however — a white lady, if she weren’t clear and full of maple syrup.

Eh. The guy on that waffle box is a leeeetle too dark and thick of lip for our Obama. It’s not a broad caricature, but I wouldn’t have gone there. I’ve been *extraordinarily* careful handling this guy’s image and the props around him.

Not only are people rightly and exquisitely touchy about the old slurs, but none of them really apply to him. Dude was raised in Indonesia and Hawaii, mostly by white people. He has part African heritage. His only relation to an African American post-slavery culture is desperately looking in from the outside, wanting to be part.

The Greek temples and faux presidential seals are the place to stick a lever, says I.

w00t!!!

Just took the hue test. I’m over 40 and I gots me a zero.

The syrup-bottle lady is Mrs Butterworth – a white lady

I never knew that. Shows you how much I pay attention to my syrup.

PnB! You didn’t! Jessica scored a 0, too.

My color teacher told me I didn’t have any color sense. She also told me I had the sense of composition of a train wreck (she was also my 2D design teacher).

The thing is, of all my teachers, she was the one who liked me…

Other than funny things starting to happen to my eyeballs, the test was rather easy. On questionable square hue change, just move it to one side of the next degree hue or the other and back…it becomes clear.

If you don’t have any color sense, you do damn well in shades of gray. Along with the lovely hostess, it is part of this site’s charm.

PnB, chicken and waffles are popular in the south, for breakfast, for many blacks.

One slur I’ve heard in the past “stick to your chicken and waffles.” Meaning, when a black person was exhibiting an unwanted opinion on something.

You don’t remember those commercials where Mrs Butterworth comes alive and begins talking to children over their breakfast pancakes? Brrrrrrr.

“Hello, children! I’m a buxom old woman full of sweet, viscous fluid! Please, upend me and pour my syrupy goodness all over that piping hot breakfast of your’n!”

That might not have been the exact copy. It was molto creepy, anyhow.

Chicken and waffles! I never heard that one. Chicken, yes…but waffles? I think of waffles as a midwest, Scandi sort of thing.

Weas, you never had fried chicken and waffles for breakfast? That’s soul food, at least in Norf Cackalacky.

When I saw the waffle thing during the primaries I immediately thought to myself, “do not touch the waffle.”

Here check it out:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chicken_and_waffles

Wow. Complete news to me (in which case, I ABSOLUTELY WOULDN’T go there making fun of Obama). Notice none of the places cited is in the deep South.

I think we ate the same foods high and low in the South, but the poor blacks were stuck with cheaper ingredients. Like chicken necks instead of whole fryers. Which makes sense, because most of our food was cooked by black people, at least when I was a kid. Most restaurant workers were black and, going further back, middle middle class and up generally could afford a maid who did at least some of the cooking.

I had a nanny as an infant weasel (which sounds totally wrong but I badly wanted to avoid saying “mammy”). Paid for by the state, as my father worked for the state.

Maybe it’s just a mid-south Atlantic thing, VA, NC, SC. I don’t know I just grew up with it. There used to be a place called “Mama’s” in North Myrtle Beach, best fried chicken and waffles ever.

Sunday, around 3 AM, “you boys been drinkin’ again? You gonna stand before the Lord with this kind of business? Let me fix you up with some chicken and waflles.”

Heads hanging, “Yes ma’am.”

Best barbeque I’ve ever eaten was in Providence, but it was owned and operated by a black man from the deep South. Wes’ Ribs was only open between…oh, I don’t remember…ten and three? Little hole in the wall place, but EVERYBODY ate there. He had testimonials on the wall from the whole world, and an old blind dog that slept in the door of the kitchen.

Of course, he sold out to people who kept the name but moved it into a new building and normalized the hours. I don’t know if it’s any good now.

Man, this thread is making me hungry.

The secrets to Southern cooking: long, slow cooking, bacon grease and, where appropriate, an iron skillet.

My best friend when I was a kid, her father used hot bacon grease for salad dressing. Died of a heart attack in his forties, but he was thin as a rail (his wife was the only fat woman I knew as a kid, but she was a professional cake baker back in the days when fancy cake icing was Crisco and sugar).

Oh, I’m so on it. Ham hocks, check. Linguica, check. Veggies, check. Okra, check. Shrimp, check. Crawfish appetizers, woot. Zydeco, and Gumbo.

Clear the furniture, we’re gonna dance, well and eat later.

Cheers.

Interestng. Out here in Vegas I drive past an old hole-in-the wall restaruant that has CHICKEN n’ WAFFLES painted all over one side of it on the way to work. It never ocurred to me that you got both at once.

On another ethnic food note – the parental units and I are going to try a new mexican food place tonight.

I’m trying to make cream gravy for the first time ever without making it from the greasy leftovers of fried chicken.

I’m starting with bacon. Really, all good things start with bacon.

And you colonials recoil in horror at a good, honest steak and kidney pudding?!

Uncle B is just whistling past the American bacon. Uncle B lubim some American bacon.

It’s true (sob). For a while, last year, Oscar Meyer had a go at cracking the UK market, importing US-style bacon (from Spain of all places).

It seems not to have appealed and I haven’t been able to find it for ages.

Bacon waffles. Crumbled up bacon in the batter. There is a place here that makes them if you ask but only if you are in the know — it doesn’t appear on their menu. Sheer heaven. If they added chocolate sauce I think it would immanetize the eschaton or something equally expensive in special-effects.

There’s no American bacon in Ol’ Blighty? That’s awful, Uncle B! Stoaty, you ought to sign him up for the Bacon of the Month Club. Sure, it’s a bit pricey but the man deserves good bacon.

Warning: this song will endlessly repeat and get stuck in your head. http://www.weebls-stuff.com/toons/Pork/

🙂

“…Ham and bacon you should taste them, I know it’s surprisin’ but it’s so appetizin’…”

Good Grief, who ARE you? I landed here on a wikia search of “roadside death markers” (don’t ask) and found this place that baffles and fascinates me. Bravo! Smile, you’ve just been Atom-ized. Thanks.

P.S. Wait! I figured it out. You are that weird gifted kid we all knew in high school who we wanted to hang out with but were afraid you’d expose our frailties to the world and at the same time wished you would so we cold finally dump them somewhere….yeah, I remember now. Once again I say, “Bravo!”

No, no…I’m that kid you did hang out with in High School but, even though I was polite and I tried really hard, your mom hated me because I made her Spidey sense tingle in a way she couldn’t quite put her finger on.

Hey! How the heck have you been?

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Stoat Toast….hmmmmm, yup I’d buy it. Sounds better than that weasel coffee.