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I’m going to give it a rest tonight — because, frankly, I just didn’t get my next hideous nightmarish caricature of Nancy Pelosi done in time.

See that thing in the corner? It appeared tonight out of nowhere while I was surfing the Zazzle forums. It is the forum equivalent of a giant, swinging tallywhacker.

I have arrived.

Okay, actually, it just means I’ve made at least a hundred bucks at least three months in a row. So I haven’t actually arrived, but I’ve certainly left the station! Thank you all for every grubby penny! Mwah!

Nature Roundup

Uncle B went out to check his greenhouse last night and came running back with his eyes as wide as tea saucers. He shone his flashlight across the ditch at the back garden, and there, not a dozen feet away, was a real, live badger!

The nearest sett we know of is a mile up, across a busy road, so we didn’t think they came this far. Badger ran off, but we spent the rest of the evening pitching stale bread into the field.

If the farmer catches us doing that, he’ll murdelate us.

Then this morning, I look out the kitchen window, and there’s a swan. So there’s that.

And I was just drifting off to my customary evening nap (the pace of life here really gets to me, y’know?) when I heard the quiet ticking of the deathwatch beetle in the corner. So they’re back this year, too.

I leave you with my favorite Zazzle shirt of all time. (No, it’s not mine. My one is here).

I totally want to own that thing.


Comment from Scubafreak
Time: March 24, 2010, 11:43 pm

LOL.. Actually, I need to have one made that says “I’m rubber, you’re just a freakin’ BITCH!”

Think I should wear it to a Nancy Pelosi rally? 😉

Comment from Enas Yorl
Time: March 25, 2010, 12:17 am

“Your gule”? Is there some sort of joke in there I’m not getting?

Here’s a pretty fun shirt.

Comment from Pavel
Time: March 25, 2010, 12:24 am

I would totally buy that t-shirt, scubafreak.

I’m also thinking that right about now, t-shirts with hideous, nightmarish caricatures of Nancy Pelosi will get you from z-pro to ZOMG in short order, stoaty. They’ll sell like hotcakes, gay-rohn-teed.

If you make it hideous enough, they’ll even have a photo of one on the front page of huffpo talking about evil tea baggers etc. etc. et fucking cetera. Then you’ll sell a gajillion (approximately.)

Comment from Mrs. Compton
Time: March 25, 2010, 12:47 am


Comment from Scubafreak
Time: March 25, 2010, 1:03 am

Slap Nancy’s face on a picture of the Morlock Bunker I posted the other day, and you have a sure winner….

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: March 25, 2010, 1:42 am

Oh, nonono. “YOUR GULE BITCH” is just 100% distilled illiteracy. You see a lot of it on Zazzle, but that is an awesomely pure specimen.

Comment from Allen
Time: March 25, 2010, 2:03 am

“I totally want to own that thing.”

I thought you already owned a Badger. Shushh my fat mouth, does Uncle B suspect?

Comment from Kathryn McCary
Time: March 25, 2010, 2:37 am

Good God, you mean. . .the person who created the “your gule” t-shirt didn’t mean it IRONICALLY? I had originally assumed that it was some sort of post-modernist comment on the general illiteracy of so much of the supposedly educated population in at least this country. It’s downright scary to contemplate the possibility that the seller doesn’t realize it’s wrong.

I think I need alcohol. MUCH alcohol!

Comment from Scubafreak
Time: March 25, 2010, 2:46 am

Speaking of alchohol, I finally broke down and bought that bottle of Stranahans.

Of course, the fact that it was on sale didn’t hurt….

Comment from Princess Bernie
Time: March 25, 2010, 11:59 am

“Gule is an ethnic group belonging to the Shilluk in Northern Sudan.”

According to wikipedia. Wonder if that will limit the number of shirts this person sells. How many gule’s could there possibly be?

Comment from Mark T
Time: March 25, 2010, 2:16 pm

If I were a Photoshopper or a talented artist ;-), I would come up with a very anxious Ears, sitting and smoking–a few beer cans on the floor, watching a monitor that has the EIB Network (in HD!) on display. Our Leader does NOT like to be mocked! He doesn’t handle it well.

Comment from Steamboat McGoo
Time: March 25, 2010, 2:32 pm


Robert Culp died. See here:


And I had just chosen my first Dead Pool candidate.


Comment from jwpaine
Time: March 25, 2010, 2:37 pm


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: March 25, 2010, 3:05 pm

Nobody had him, McGoo. The Dead Pool rolls on!

Comment from Spad13
Time: March 25, 2010, 9:38 pm

Who Hoo fuck you death you can’t make us do new picks every week! Now I can go to the bar after work tomorrow instead of rushing home for my chance at spotted dick.

Now that I’m working again bar time is very important.

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: March 25, 2010, 9:45 pm

That’s right, Spad. Poke death in the eye with a stick. Real machure.

Comment from Spad13
Time: March 25, 2010, 10:07 pm

I just acted mature here once, trust me it was only an act. /Don Rickles voice on/ If I really was mature. Would I be here! Would I be here! /Don Rickles voice off./

Comment from Scubafreak
Time: March 25, 2010, 11:26 pm

Bob Culp croaked? Damn. He was fun to watch in “The Greatest American Hero”……. 🙁

Comment from SCOTTtheBADGER
Time: March 26, 2010, 10:26 am

European Badgers like bread? North American Badgers are carnovores, not omnivores. Thank you for feeding it, Badgers need all the love they can get. People just don’t realise how cuddly Badgers are.

Comment from geoff
Time: March 26, 2010, 6:23 pm

Got another slogan for you (since “The Tyranny of Justice” hasn’t seemed to light a fire under anybody). How about:

Preserve My Right to Live an Imperfect Life

or some more ear-pleasing version thereof.

Comment from EW1(SG)
Time: March 26, 2010, 10:06 pm

Wow!! You haz arrived! Good job, Weasel!

On the nature roundup side of things, no hole in the kitchen wall … but no blood trail from last night’s potshot at the latest raccoon to be sneaking in and stealing me blind, either.

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