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April Fool!

Right. Back to normal. If you missed my April 1 abomination, you’ll find it here.


Comment from Argentium G. Tiger
Time: April 1, 2011, 12:13 pm

Happy April Fools. πŸ™‚

And nice artwork/melty on the front page!

I saw it first, but I dug till I could get here so I could comment this morning.

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: April 1, 2011, 4:36 pm

Ooooo! You clever dick! I didn’t think to link to the post. I didn’t realize index.html was going to hijack the page and not allow a link to index.php.

I’ll go change the link.

Comment from Mark Matis
Time: April 1, 2011, 4:40 pm

Nyah, nyah, nyah, nyah, nyah!!!

I’m here too!

Comment from Chicken Farmer
Time: April 1, 2011, 4:51 pm

Yeah, great. Nice April Fool.
Now no-one can access anything earlier than this page.

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: April 1, 2011, 4:51 pm

Well, SURE. NOW you’re here. I changed the link to point to the comments πŸ™‚

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: April 1, 2011, 5:03 pm

It’s a limited-time thing, Chicken Farmer. This too shall pass.

Something in particular you wanted?

Comment from Mitchell
Time: April 1, 2011, 5:59 pm

Yay! That was awesome!

Comment from some vegetable
Time: April 1, 2011, 6:19 pm

πŸ™‚ πŸ˜‰ Dear Christ!!!! I damn near lost an eye!

Comment from Uncle Monkey
Time: April 1, 2011, 7:12 pm

Freaked me right the f* out.
Normally don’t wear sunglasses at the computer.

Comment from Sporadic Small Arms Fire
Time: April 1, 2011, 7:37 pm

I expected some mongoose-on-otter lefbian action after Stoatie got to fondle some warm bunny fur and her mustelid genes wanted to do what comes naturally.

Comment from Scubafreak
Time: April 1, 2011, 9:07 pm

i actually LIKE the temp screen there….

You should look at a permanent update similar to that theme…

With MOAR CHIKIN!!!!!!!

Comment from MikeW
Time: April 1, 2011, 9:11 pm

Hah, I thought your site had been attacked by some evil Smurf yobs. Made me think of the recent XKCD strip: http://xkcd.com/879/
(careful, today the site is XK3D. Very strange)

Comment from MikeW
Time: April 1, 2011, 9:32 pm

Hey Swease, did you catch the chickasaurus post over at Ace’s place? Better keep a wary eye on your chicken coop.

Comment from ooGcM taobmaetS
Time: April 1, 2011, 10:00 pm

Wow! After years of being accustomed to B&W at Stoaties, I felt like a deer in a lorry’s headlights – looking at all that color! I was paralyzed.

Comment from David Gillies
Time: April 1, 2011, 10:11 pm

If your server is Apache then it looks in the order specified in the DirectoryIndex directive.

Me, I’d’ve done some JavaScript or mod_rewrite stuff, but I’m a nerd.

Yay, I’m in the YooKay! It was a beautiful day today.

Comment from jwm
Time: April 1, 2011, 10:24 pm

Holy cow, that startled the crap outa’ me.
Very cool.


Comment from BrendaK
Time: April 1, 2011, 10:52 pm

Really, good one!

Comment from Ric Locke
Time: April 1, 2011, 11:09 pm

But the colo(u)rful weasel at the top doesn’t run!

[grump complain whinge]


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: April 1, 2011, 11:15 pm

Mike, we’ve been making “our grandaddy was a Tyrannosaurus” jokes about the girls for a year. It’s especially true of Mapp.

Comment from Uncle Badger
Time: April 1, 2011, 11:29 pm

It’s true… Miss Mapp just has this way of looking at you..

‘I’ll have you know, my great-great-great grandfather (x100) used to stamp your ancestors into the alluvial silt and lick ’em up for a tasty treat!’

Half-close your eyes and you can see their ridiculous rubbery combs wobbling around on the bonce of a stegosaurus.

Mind you, Charlotte is even worse. She’s convinced she is a sacred temple cat from Thebes.

Fortunately (for me), I go along with this.

Comment from Allen
Time: April 1, 2011, 11:37 pm

Holy crap, that scared the hell out of me. Dum de dum, “let’s wander over to Weasel’s place and see what she’s done this fine Friday.”

Color! Damn near put my eyes out.

Good one. πŸ™‚

Comment from Mark Matis
Time: April 2, 2011, 12:33 am

Hey, that’s why I said get you some ostrich pullets instead of banty hens. THEN see what Mapp does!

Comment from Can’t hark my cry
Time: April 2, 2011, 1:34 am

I snickered and snorted and cheered when I first visited this morning. . .but was a bit uneasy about not being able to get beyond the front page. Hooray for being back on the REAL sweasel-dot-com! But I hope you’ll put a link to the colorama somewhere on the sidebars, so we can go revel in it from time to time. . .

Good to see Mr. McGoo visiting. . .

Comment from Nina
Time: April 2, 2011, 6:09 am

Dang, did I miss something?!

Comment from SCOTTtheBADGER
Time: April 2, 2011, 11:12 am

I like the weasel in the upper left corner that seems to be singing.

Comment from Sven in Colorado
Time: April 2, 2011, 2:21 pm


That was psychedelic! First thought I was having an Peyote/Mescaline flashback…YIPPEE!

Comment from Mark Matis
Time: April 2, 2011, 2:41 pm

For Sven:
I understand that is a common occurrence out there…

Comment from some vegetable
Time: April 2, 2011, 10:58 pm

April 1st was stoatie’s sort of “Dorothy steps into OZ” moment but with weasels. The rest of us were instantaneously lollipop guilded if you will.

Comment from Sven in Colorado
Time: April 2, 2011, 11:48 pm

Gilding the Lollipop guild?
Stoaties and Weasels and Badgers, OH MY!

I recall (barely) reading at least four of Baum’s Oz fantasies. Sawhorses brought to life along with a wooden dancing Jack’O’Lantern and an evil witch; Mombi meet up with Tinman and Scarecrow.

Ozma of Oz….a queen with an army of scary Mommies turned Amazons wielding wicked darning needles and hat pins.

I refer to my above comment….Desert Jack Peyote has nuttin’ on the imagination of ol’ L. Frank Baum!

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: April 3, 2011, 12:33 pm

Oh, Baum! I was too snooty to read kids’ books when I was a kid, so I ended up reading them in my twenties (or, as I like to think of them, the Stoner Years).

The Oz books were very, very trippy. Happy to reveal that Dorothy eventually says “screw Kansas” and moves to Oz permanently. I believe she takes Aunt Em and Uncle Henry with her.

The Oz books were such a phenomenon, after Baum’s death, they got other writers to carry on with the series.

Comment from Sporadic Small Arms Fire
Time: April 3, 2011, 10:08 pm

“Stoner Years”???
Were you a disciple of Eugene Morrison Stoner?

Comment from Sven in Colorado
Time: April 3, 2011, 10:40 pm


That was perfect. Y’all almost had me wiping wine off the monitor and keyboard.

NorCal, SoCal, East coast and flyover country muddle heads were/are, for the greater part, the antithesis of Eugene Stoner and his creation. (I know, I was one.)

Stoner and Kalashnikov literally changed the face of combat in the last half of the 20th century. The reverberations still impact how we look at war…and self-defense.

Stoatie, now you have me thinking I might have to revisit Baum’s work.

It was shirtsleeve, 84 degree Spring yesterday. Today, the high was 64….and that was just after midnight.

Now, it is snowing and maybe 38 degrees.


Comment from Sporadic Small Arms Fire
Time: April 4, 2011, 3:32 pm

I need no reminders of just how unhip I am but at 43 I am still a weed virgin. Just never knew anyone who used/had the herbs. I could however smell a nitrocellulose whiff from 2 ridges away, in pouring rain, while surrounded by like-minded enthusiasts who last bathed maybe 10 days ago, if they bothered to keep count.

Stoner’s creation was just the answer if we ever faced a kinetic action against prairie dogs. That would teach the sneaky burrowing baftards to compete with our wholesome cattle.
Objectively speaking, prairie dog invasion would be best tackled by outsourcing the matter to private sector outfit, not by inventing a rifle for the purpose and especially by mating the rifle with the bizarre cartridge. McNamara is a curse word!

Ideal approach would be to parachute container loads of dieting weasels. If they were of the blackfoot ferret variety, an additional profit margin might be realized by applying for grants from EPA, DNR, DoInt, not to mention affluent ferret fanciers. Yes, I know that an affluent ferret fancier is a rare beast given that there is nothing cheap about ferrets even before the lawyers step in.

For some reason, no matter how inebriated Stoatie is on marula fruit or elderberry swill, I CANNOT fathom the chance of her typing, “heck, back in my Browning years” or “I remember when I was influenced by Farquhart falling block with external hammers and filigree scroll”…

Comment from Sporadic Small Arms Fire
Time: April 4, 2011, 3:50 pm

Since this is a blog based in United Skansenium where the concept of boomsticks in hands of subjects is a sacrilege, maybe I could illustrate the idiocy of small rifle cartridge by telling the parable of Merry Robin of Loxley.
Guy of Gisbourne was taunting him about small quivers that only held 7 arrows. Since big arrows are shot from big bows, it has been decreed by Sheriff of Notting Hill that the bow draw (force required to “pull” the damned thing) is to be reduced from 90 pounds to more palatable 16 pounds, so that a toothpick sent from 4 feet away could pierce the air bladder of carp… on 4th try or less.
And now Brave Sir Robin could carry 200 light arrows that could be used to spray his cowardly opponents for the second time.

I understand there is a place for light packages. That is one reason why weasels and numerous mongoose designs have been so evolutionally successful, even able to conquer foggy, cold, gannet-guano covered outcroppings in the North Sea. Even Daniards withdrew from there given the nature of the indigenous tribes and their druidic rituals. Romans suddenly remembered that they have urgent meetings in Thracia, and Gallic fimmels were softer to the touch and had less ticks in their pelts.

American Weasels, boldly going upstream!

Comment from Oh Hell
Time: April 6, 2011, 1:01 am

Spotted Dick sighting

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