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Boxes. Boxes. Boxes. Boxes. Boxes. Boxes.


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: November 8, 2008, 8:28 am

Sarah Palin…off the leash. A minute’s worth of that:

Ten minutes worth of it:

Via Hot Air.

Comment from porknbean
Time: November 8, 2008, 12:11 pm

Crap, can’t view it on my iPod. I’ll wait until after I restess some more.

What I find extremely telling, is McCain’s silence. Just like when she was savaged in the primary. He said more to defend b.o. from ‘untruths’ than that smelly conservative running mate. Perhaps he is jealous the crowds were not for him.

Comment from porknbean
Time: November 8, 2008, 12:17 pm

Oops. Apparently this damn thing isn’t going to let me edit now.
primary-shmimary, meant the election.

Off to nap some more.

Comment from porknbean
Time: November 8, 2008, 2:58 pm

K…just watched. She’s wrong on one thing. The majority of the media were the stinkers. The exceptions of objectivity were few.

Comment from Steamboat McGoo
Time: November 8, 2008, 7:02 pm

That post title reminds me of the famous Badger, Badger cartoon video that I will refrain from linking to.

I keep imagining the House of Weasel in NJ – open to the balmy weather, and boxes and packing tape & stray cat toys flying randomly out the windows and doors.

And the cursing.

Oh, yes.

Cursing powerful enough to rip the very fabric of space and stop clocks mid-tick.

Comment from MCPO Airdale
Time: November 8, 2008, 10:18 pm

Boxes?! Weasels love boxes!!!

Comment from Jill
Time: November 8, 2008, 11:01 pm

Don’t worry, Wease…if he can do it, you can do it:


Comment from Jill
Time: November 9, 2008, 4:52 pm

Testing, testing…is this thing still on?

Comment from Allen
Time: November 9, 2008, 5:14 pm

Jill, no.


On the brighter side though there is: Monks Gone Wild

Comment from Jill
Time: November 9, 2008, 5:59 pm

Allen, give me fight between self-proclaimed Christians anyday.

That’s ent-er-tain-ment!


Comment from Muslihoon
Time: November 9, 2008, 7:49 pm

Jill: Monks at the Holy Sites in Jerusalem have been battling and fighting and bickering for centuries. Manholes and windows at one point couldn’t be fixed because of intense arguments over who was responsible or in whose territory said broken thing was in.

It maketh us other Christians to groan.

Comment from Jill
Time: November 9, 2008, 9:27 pm

Musli – and they don’t see how ridiculous their actions are.

Comment from Muslihoon
Time: November 9, 2008, 10:04 pm

Of course not! They’re arguing over who has jurisdiction over square inches of territory that they (each side on its own) have claimed for centuries! Surely you don’t expect them to exercise common sense and repair a window whilst throwing out territorial claims, and disputes thereof, that date to centuries before, do you?

I love Christians and their efforts for unity. But if various denominations – most of which are part of the greater Catholic-Orthodox spectrum – are literally battling (as in fisticuffs and blows and all that) over square inches of the Holy Place Where Jesus Happened To Set His Foot Glory Glory Hallelujah or somesuch, I seriously doubt these ecumenical efforts will be successful at all. And we’re not talking about Lutherans versus Catholics, or Baptists versus Calvinist Presbyterians versus Catholics; the differences are much less.

Anyway…end of my lecture right now.

Here, enjoy some humour at the expense of the Brits! (Mind the space, et cetera.)
http ://wondermark.com/146/

Comment from porknbean
Time: November 10, 2008, 1:14 am

Okay, as you come into my neighborhood, there is a house on the corner where an Indian family live. In the stifling humid summer, grandpa sits on the porch in a hat and sweater. Thought it was either because his thermostat is crapping out due to age or where he comes from is way nasty hotter.
Drove by there yesterday. Forty-two degrees. Grandpa is sitting on the porch in an undershirt with no sleeves. No hat. Sandles.

Comment from apotheosis
Time: November 10, 2008, 10:23 am

Mindgame. He’s screwing with your head.

Comment from Jill
Time: November 10, 2008, 1:57 pm

PnB, sounds like some sort of meditative state – to suffer extreme circumstance.

Or, he could just be a crazy old fart.

Comment from Steamboat McGoo
Time: November 10, 2008, 2:04 pm

All old farts are crazy, Jill. It’s a hobby with us.

Comment from porknbean
Time: November 10, 2008, 2:41 pm

Where is weasel?

Comment from Pupster
Time: November 10, 2008, 3:54 pm

^Trapped under a formerly teetering pile of boxes full of books about serial killers and ‘True Crime’ magazines, most likely.

Comment from Pupster
Time: November 10, 2008, 3:59 pm


Comment from Jill
Time: November 10, 2008, 4:38 pm



“Frannnnk Burrrns eeeeats worrrms…”

Comment from Gnus
Time: November 10, 2008, 5:36 pm

It’s awfully quiet in here.

Comment from Jill
Time: November 10, 2008, 5:41 pm

That reminds me of a joke.

“It’s awfully dark in here…”

A woman takes a lover
during the day, while her husband is at work.

One day, her 9-year-old son hides in the closet during one of her romps. Her husband comes home unexpectedly, so she hides the lover in the closet.

The little boy says, “It’s dark in here.”
The man whispers, “Yes, it is.”
Boy – “I have a baseball.”
Man – “That’s nice.”
Boy – “Want to buy it?”
Man – “No, thanks.”
Boy – “My dad’s outside.”
Man – “OK, how much?”
Boy – “$250.”

In the next few weeks, it happens again that the boy and the mom’s lover end up in the closet together.

Boy – “It’s dark in here.”
Man – “Yes, it is.”
Boy – “I have a baseball glove.”
Man – Remembering last time, asks, “How much?”
Boy – “$750.”
Man – “Fine.”

A few days later, the father says to the boy, “Grab your ball and glove. Let’s go outside and toss the baseball.”

The boy says, “I can’t. I sold them.”

The father asks, “How much did you sell them for?”

The son says “$1,000.”

The father says, “It’s terrible to overcharge your friends like that. That’s way more than those two things cost. I’m going to take you to church and make you confess.”

They go to the church and the father makes the little boy sit in the confession booth and he closes the door.

The boy says, “It’s dark in here.”
The priest says, “Don’t start that crap again!”

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: November 10, 2008, 6:00 pm

I’m here, I’m here. The plate, she is so fool. So verrah, verrah fool.

Today, I had Charlotte’s health certificate vet visit, the first pass at the visa application and my last dental appointment.

Charlotte, who is black over white, is pink. She got into something in the neighborhood. The vet burst out laughing; she thought it was maybe Kool Aid. That’s what it looks like. Or like somebody put Charlotte through the wash with a red sock.

Oh, well. At least it didn’t jinx her paperwork.

Comment from Scubafreak
Time: November 10, 2008, 6:09 pm

Use the Shwartz, LoneWeasil….. Think outside of the box……

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