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long-time readers almost certainly will not remember Monkeyface McShavedperson

You do us an injustice, ma’am. Although I’ll concede I was not a reader when you first posted that. Do careful readers of back blogposts count?

Oh, dear — did you do that, Can’t hark?

I did that to Lileks’ blog when I first started reading him and kinda gave myself a Lileks allergy. He’s very, very good…but you can get too big a dose of anything.

Um. Yes. I did. And enjoyed nearly every minute of it–being sensible enough to move quickly through those threads I was likely to find inhospitable. But they were on the whole few–and the rest of it was a rollicking ride. It probably helps to be a bit obsessive, but really–it wasn’t all that unlike reading certain post-modern novels.

Admittedly, one could take that comment more than one way. . .but I am no enemy of post-modernism, although I don’t embrace all its ramifications. And in this case it was meant complimentarily.

I apologize for the dark place where my cat went missing.

Loved that cat.

You must send an SOS

I apologize for the dark place where my cat went missing.

I’m kinda guessing Delta’s post is actually on-topic, here, so I’ll try to be brief–and please pardon my panegyric. Having had some difficult feline companions over the years, I mourned Daemon as you did–albeit a couple of years late. For the rest–your blog charmed and educated me–and still does both those things. I remain awestruck by the minions, a really fascinating group over time and at any time (um, worrying a bit about BillT?). Your graphics are impressive, but so is your writing, and you have an absorbing range of interests. (Eeeewww! this is getting gross!) Forgive me for descending into schmaltzy sentiment, but I honestly bless the day I stumbled into sweasel.com

OK. I’ll shut up now.

well, I also enjoy the strange looks i get when people read over my shoulder. It Means i’m doing something right.

Completely O/T, but this week’s “Country Life” has a cover story “Badgers- Beauty or the Beast”

Well, Stoaty?

Inquiring minds want to know…

Yeah, SL can be seriously frustrating, but seeing the work of amazingly talented artists and hanging out with clever and funny folks usually makes up for it. I originally joined just to see the 1920s Berlin sim that was being created. Along the way, I’ve met some really neat people, especially those in the Tinies community. Tinies are fun, creative, non-threatening, goofy critters that have *nothing* to do with furries (lol)!

SL vividly demonstrates the good, bad and ugly of humanity – fortunately you can pretty easily choose where in that spectrum you want to be!

I have just been informed by the locals that our little corner of heaven has a Badger Problem. They’ve been out clearing the ditches on the local farmland and discovered there are rather more of the buggers than anyone knew.

(Glen, I’d like to be all three of those things, please. On alternate days).

There is no such thing as ‘a Badger Problem’.

And anyone round these parts seen carrying a large heavy shovel is going to get a dime dropped on ’em.

Hrmph!

What he means is…farmer’s aren’t allowed to kill ’em. So they smack them over the head with shovels and leave the bodies in the road.

Or, as one woman put it in the coffee shop this morning, look out for a huge increase in badger road accidents.

But … but … I don’t understand. What kind of problem could Badgers create? I know they are not generally what you’d call a friendly critter, but problems?

(If anymore American schools and colleges have to give up their politically incorrect “Indian” mascots, I’m going to suggest Baby Stoats wearing Game Faces.)

They eat meat, Deborah. Not exclusively, and they’re not really hunters, but they’ll get into your chickens. Or your newborn lambs.

And they dig like bastards.

“…they smack them over the head with shovels and leave the bodies in the road.”

Mustelids and shovels – Aieeeeeee!!! I’ve spent a lifetime trying to forget the trauma of seeing “Ring of Bright Water” on the big screen (one of only a handful of films I saw in a theater as a kid) – the otter’s eye view of the shovel coming down remains seared in my memory. ::shudder::

Why the hate? Do cows break their legs in badger holes the way they do in groundhog holes? Oops! Knew I should’a refreshed before posting. Even as a “naughty shepherdess” (thank you, Stoatie), I’m still on the side of the badgers!

Oh. Oh dear.

aiiiiiiiiiiiii! MRS HILL! I was utterly traumatized by that movie, too. I can’t believe Uncle B sent me a copy without warning me.

I was all, like, “wait! WHAT?!”

the otter’s eye view of the shovel coming down

God damn it.

*gets therapist on speed dial*

Exactly! It sets you up for a “happily ever after,” then *BAM!*

And we kids were in the theater on a school outing – busloads of unsuspecting preteens from around the county trundled in for a “treat.” When I get my time machine, there will be questions – Oy!

Y’all been watching otter snuff-films? Sickos.

It’s a lovely sweet Disneyriffic romp through the idyllic life of an adopted otter, right up to the moment a terrified neighbor thinks he’s a wild otter and smashes him dead with a shovel. You never see it coming.

I saw it a few years ago. I remember thinking all movies were like that in 1969. They couldn’t just make a nice movie about a fucking sweet otter. Oh, no.

He was just paying you back for spending all that time in the loo, Stoaty, trying to flush it all down.

Here! Watch a traumatic film! See if you can leave me waiting at the ladies room door with impunity!