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MY FIANCEE VISA WAS APPROVED! AAAAAAUUUUUUGGGGGHHHH!!!!11!!!!1!!

Confirmed by embassy. Headed my way via FedEx. Made my plane reservations. Charlotte and I are going right from the real estate closing on Tuesday the 25th directly to the Virgin Atlantic Cargo area. We will arrive in Jollye Olde on Wednesday the 26th, just in time to thaw the Thanksgiving turkey (damn right I make him eat turkey. Though it doesn’t take a very hard push, I must say).

But now…cancelling services, final packing, movers. So many phone calls…so very lazy…

I had intended to give you a full frontal Flaming Weasel (eat your heart out, Ace), but it’s all going very fast now and I had barely enough time to Frankenstein this clumsy thing. It’s rough and unoptimized and not really suitable for web work, but you get the idea.

Dream of all the wonderful furry woodland creatures I will set on fire in England…!

Comments


Comment from IreneFingIrene
Time: November 17, 2008, 1:21 pm

Wooo!! Congrats!

While you’re over there.. can you make Doctor Who good again?


Comment from iamfelix
Time: November 17, 2008, 1:32 pm

Yay!!!!! Good for you! I hope all the final details go well.


Comment from Pupster
Time: November 17, 2008, 1:37 pm

Good on ya, Stoaty.

Time for the Weasel Happy Dance!!


Comment from Muslihoon
Time: November 17, 2008, 2:20 pm

Congrats!


Comment from scubafreak
Time: November 17, 2008, 2:24 pm

Watch out for the Werewolves in Picadilly Circus. I hear that they have an uncanny resemblance to David Naughton…… 😉


Comment from Farmer Joe
Time: November 17, 2008, 2:30 pm

w00t!

Don’t let your head asplode, weas!


Comment from bad cat robot
Time: November 17, 2008, 2:58 pm

OORAH! So what does one serve for a weasel-launching party? Perhaps a brandy-soaked dessert that is set on fire?

And has anyone warned the Brits that the John Paul Jones expedition v2.0 is about to launch?


Comment from porknbean
Time: November 17, 2008, 2:58 pm

YAY! Fantastic news!


Comment from JuliaM
Time: November 17, 2008, 3:40 pm

Gratz!!

(sorry, too much WoW since WotLK came out…) 😉


Comment from Jill
Time: November 17, 2008, 3:42 pm

Woo-hoo-HOO!!!!


Comment from Lipstick
Time: November 17, 2008, 3:51 pm

Congratulations — one big hurdle is over with.

Unpacking the weasels after the move: (click the photo at the link)

http://tinyurl.com/5wvwgn


Comment from Princess Bernie
Time: November 17, 2008, 3:56 pm

Fantastic!!!

Congratulations…


Comment from dfbaskwill
Time: November 17, 2008, 4:33 pm

Congrats. Get to work on the pilot episode some time in the future. I do love British comedy.


Comment from Gnus
Time: November 17, 2008, 4:50 pm

Yipppeeeeeeeee! Pip, pip, etc.


Comment from Lipstick
Time: November 17, 2008, 4:53 pm

Oh man, I just thought of something. You’ll be able to have all the prawn crackers you want. I miss them.


Comment from harbqll
Time: November 17, 2008, 6:29 pm

Excellent!

Better stock up on grits and pork rinds before you leave…such delicacies may be unavailable Over There.


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: November 17, 2008, 6:36 pm

Ha! I’m a very bad Southerner. I eat neither grits nor pork rinds.

Except my stepmother’s grits. She makes grits, mixes in grated cheese and raw egg and butter, covers it with cheese and bakes it until it’s brown.

But then you’re not eating grits. You’re eating cheese souffle with a grit extender.


Comment from scubafreak
Time: November 17, 2008, 7:09 pm

Ug. I usually eat grits at Cracker Barrel. I mix the sauce from my fried apples and a little bit of butter in, and wolf it down.

Good stuff, Stoatie….


Comment from Steamboat McGoo
Time: November 17, 2008, 7:24 pm

Yes, yes, and again I say YES!

Bravo, Weasel!

I’d say that just about puts paid to the Weasel’s Outa Here effort!

We’ll all write you if the O’stapo lets us.


Comment from Gibby Haynes
Time: November 17, 2008, 7:40 pm

But we do have ‘pork rinds’. It’s called ‘crackling’ over here. I thought you guys didn’t eat it. It never made any damn sense to me. When we have a pork roast, I’m there chewing on the crackling thinking to myself, ‘I wonder why it is the Americans don’t eat this stuff. It’s the best fucking part!’

I’m not sure what ‘grits’ are, but if Wiki and a Joe Pesci film – whose name I’ve forgotten – I once saw are anything to go by – they’re something to be avoided.

Glad to have you Weas and Charlotte. Oh, and I do like the animation. Weasel meets The Legend of Zelda: The Wind Waker fire.

I hope B has got Badger Towers (or whatever the consensus as to what it’s called) properly insulated. Looks like we’re in for a cold winter.


Comment from porknbean
Time: November 17, 2008, 8:32 pm

Whatever graphic you have going on, IE and Firefox…at least on my computer, will not let me view it.


Comment from Jill
Time: November 17, 2008, 8:38 pm

Gibby, you’re thinking of My Cousin Vinny.

Grits are a wondrous food. 🙂


Comment from Allen
Time: November 17, 2008, 8:45 pm

“Goodness, gracious, great flamin’ Weasel”

That graphic made me think of Jerry Lee Lewis. What can I say but, Woohoo! Great for you weasel.


Comment from Mrs. Peel
Time: November 17, 2008, 9:08 pm

YAY!!! I’m excited for you, Weas.


Comment from jwpaine
Time: November 17, 2008, 9:30 pm

My guess is, the Limeys don’t realize what they’ve unleashed upon themselves.

Step aside, J.T. Ripper. There’s a new sheriff in town.


Comment from Uncle Badger
Time: November 17, 2008, 9:42 pm

No insulation, Gibby. None at all.

Badger House is a ‘listed building’ – which means I can’t fart without the government deciding if it was an “appropriately Tudor fartte” and getting it signed for, in triplicate.

It means, for example, if a bit falls off the roof, we must use lime mortar and “appropriate materials” to fix it.

Which, in a way, is fine. I wouldn’t want this wonderful old sett any more munged-up than it has been down the years (where some of the 16th C beams have split with age, vandals have slapped cement in to ‘strengthen’ them! Others have thought it was perfectly OK just to screw coathooks into Elizabethan woodwork, so as to hang their.. I dunno.. swords? Egos? Grudges?).

The problem is, the self-same gummint gives us absolutely no concessions on the costs it imposes. There are grants for insulation in most places – here I’m not even allowed to insulate.

Stupid hippies!

And, yes, it does look like being a mean winter. I was out in the greenhouse at 4 am yesterday, fiddling with a new theromostat that I’ve put in there to control the heater (which I don’t trust). I’m trying to get us a crop of new badadas for Xmas… and some Winter Gem lettuce for her Ladyship.

I’ve been reading ‘Prakital weasel-keeping for Badgers’ and it appears teh weasels eat lettuce!

Who knew?


Comment from jwpaine
Time: November 17, 2008, 10:01 pm

Yeah, maybe as a garnish, UB. Watch yer back.


Comment from Jill
Time: November 17, 2008, 10:05 pm

All this talk of uninsulated buildings and wabbit eviscerations has me craving a Fudgesicle.


Comment from Allen
Time: November 17, 2008, 11:19 pm

At least we have new stuff from Gorgeous Tiny Chicken Machine Show.

Discussing the recent, Election

Tis funny, the Re-poop-in-can and Demon-crack political parties. Well that and other things.

🙂


Comment from nicole
Time: November 17, 2008, 11:27 pm

Large grats, Weasel!


Comment from scubafreak
Time: November 18, 2008, 1:39 am

Now now, UB. No disparaging hippies unless it is in the proper Eric Cartman tone of voice….. 🙂


Comment from iamfelix
Time: November 18, 2008, 8:52 am

Comment from Gibby Haynes

I’m not sure what ‘grits’ are, but if Wiki and a Joe Pesci film – whose name I’ve forgotten – I once saw are anything to go by – they’re something to be avoided.

I believe that was “My Cousin Vinny” … one of my favorites. 🙂


Comment from lizardbrain
Time: November 18, 2008, 9:17 am

Yay! Congrats, Stoaty. I hope the journey and transition to furriner go smoothly.

It feels like I’m gonna miss you; but, really, what’ll change? You’ll still be one of my fake innertube acquaintances that I’ve never met.

But it still feels like you’re leaving. (Snif.)

Don’t forget to take an umbrella.


Comment from apotheosis
Time: November 18, 2008, 9:51 am

Congratulations, Miss Weasel. 🙂


Comment from Brigette Russell
Time: November 19, 2008, 10:51 pm

Thanks for the flaming weasel pic. It made my 3-yr-old stop crying after my 7-yr-old hit her with a toy truck.


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: November 20, 2008, 4:33 am

You’re welcome. Nothing gladdens the heart of a little one like a small flaming animal. I set another one on fire after the election. Just to cheer m’self up.

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