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Category: Bird Stuff
Sushi for Squirrels
Sometimes you’re just hungry enough to eat it.
One story I read about the phrase “to eat crow” claims it went back to the War of 1812. Because there were no grocery stores on or near the battlefields (let alone anywhere), an occasional cease fire allowed the combatants to go hunting, while at the same time respecting the battle lines.
Seems that one of the rebels crossed that line while hunting for food, and shot a crow. A Brit caught him at gunpoint in British territory and disarmed him. The Brit, commenting that the Yank was not respecting the ceasefire, told the Yank to get the bird, and take a bite. The Yank, at gunpoint, did as directed.
As the cease-fire rules were still in effect, the Yank commented on the Brit’s firearm, that it appeared to be of very high quality, well machined, good stock, etc. The Brit, honoring the cease-fire, was flattered, and allowed the Yank to inspect his weapon.
The Yank then turned the weapon on the Brit, presented the crow (with one bite out of it) and said, “Okay. Now finish it.”
[Image found here.]
Bunk Has Left the Building – (temporarily)
[Image from here via GrowABrain.]
Folks–
I’ve been summoned for duty in the destitution and abject horror of the warzone known as the City of Cincinnati.
In my absence, I’ve put Marshal Finicky Penguin in charge of this website, to post and monitor your kind comments, until my glorious return on Sunday, 6 July 2008.
Marshal Penguin is a good guy, if not a little odd, but I ask that you treat him with the same lack of respect that you would treat me. He was kind enough to deputize me to blogsit his website recently (Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Soda).
Although I kinda sorta left his website in slight disarray, it was still intact when he returned, so I’m returning the favor with my fingers crossed. I’ve pre-posted a few things, and left him some draft posts to play with. I trust the Marshal as if he were my own ugly stepchild.
Here’s a very cool video via Arbroath to hold y’all through the transition. See y’all on the 6th. I’m outta here.
Bunk
P.S. Here are the keys, Marshal. Don’t lend ’em out.
Negotiation works for all circumstances. Right.
Lol Pen
Gawd I hate posting stuff like this, except that from now on I have a recorded claim as the originator of the first “LOL PEN” post on the internest, just like I can claim authorship of the first post on the internest for Igde Pshat. (Go ask Mr. Google if you don’t believe me.) Some days, I’m just so entirely bitchin’ that I amaze myself. Happens once every 3 to 4 years. Or less. Sometimes. Or not.
[Oh yeah… Happy May Day to all the socialists of the world. You don’t own me either.]
UN PEACEKEEPERS ROUND UP SEVERAL DOZEN TERRORIST SUSPECTS IN THE ANTARCTIC
Marysville, Antarctica (Strutts News Services) – United Nations Armed Forces, operating on classified intelligence, captured and detained about two dozen Al-Qaida operatives in New Basra, Antarctica, on Thursday.
United Nations Lance Corporal Lannie Foosers stated, “They were very skittish as we approached, and it was very unusual to find them in uniform. It was apparent that they were training for something big.”
Foosers reported that they surrendered noisily. “Sit down and shut yer fish holes!” he ordered. “I don’t wanna hear another peep out of you!”
In defiance, the detainees responded loudly and in unison, “PEEEEP!” and were immediately released upon their own recognizance. Thanks, UN!
[Image from somwhere deep in here, and yes, I realize that those are not UN Uniforms. All in fun. Tip ‘o the Tarboosh to osage who asked for more penguin pix.]
Happy St. Patrick’s Day!
Tommy Makem and the Clancy Brothers sang a version of this. I’d post the song here, except that I lent the CD to a man named Martois a coupla years ago and never got it back. (Hunt him down, my friends, and make him cough it up.)
If you can’t read it proper, here’s the transcription, with Irish slang help from THE Eoin Shalloo, after the break. (Thanks Mr. S.) Continue reading “Happy St. Patrick’s Day!”
Go to the Head of the Class
“Look! Out in the water! It’s a duck! It’s a boat! It’s a sauna! It’s a floating summer cottage!” No you fools. It’s MallardMan.
Fin-duck is powered by an outboard motor. The driver’s place is in the head of the “duck”, where a chair can be put into position when someone sits there. On the back of the “duck” one can take sun. Eight persons can sit in front of a fireplace. In the sauna fits four persons.
Measurements:
Length 5,5 m
With 2,8 m
Height 3,2 m
Height in saloon 195 cm
Draught 25 cm
Weight 900 kg
Speed about 5 knots
Equipment:
Outboard motor 15 hv
Fireplace
Sauna and shower
Toilet and hand basin
Kitchen with a sink and a refrigerator
I can hear it now:
“Honey, when are we gonna get underway?”
“Any minute dear. But first I have to go to the head.”
Then there’s this lovely lair of leisure:
“Wellness Skull” by Atelier Van Lieshout. Like Wellness centers it has a few places to relax. In the neck of the skull is a small bath. The head of the Skull contains a sauna.
If you say so. Like I really need to go to the head to relax. Then I find that it’s full of warm water, just like I thought. I can hear it now:
“Honey, you need to relax.”
“I’ll relax after I go to the head! Is that okay with you, DEAR?!”
Meanwhile, I Love Lucy:
Lucy the Elephant is an American Treasure. I can hear it now:
“Honey, there’s no sauna in there! Why are you running?”
“Get outta my way, dear! I’ve gotta go to the head!”
Rubber (Duckies) Soul
Neatorama is amazing. Their crack team of webminers found Joliet Jake and Elwood Blues recast as Rubber Duckies. Made me wanna take a warm bath with an 8-track player nearby belting out Sam and Dave’s Greatest Hits…
Until I followed the Neatorama link and found this:
“Ah Pity Da Foo Who Don’t Lather, Rinse, Repeat!”
No way am I getting wet with Mr. T unless it’s raining. Other excellent Mr. T accouterments may be found here, here, and especially here.
Related Rubber Duckie report from the world-renowned Strutts News Services may be found here, and for you afficionados, more specific duck info here.
And Bunk just broke his own record for most links in a single post. G’head and click on ’em, but be back here in time for dessert, okay?
Saturday Matinee: “What the Duck?”
Waddlin’, waddlin’, waddlin’, Though the pond is coddlin’
Keep them duckies waddlin’, Raw Duck!
Rain and wind and weather, Hell-bent in feather,
Wishin’ my gal was by my side.
All the things I’m missin’, Good vittles, love, and kissin’,
Are waiting at the end of my ride.
Cull ’em out, pluck ’em off, pluck ’em off, cull ’em out
Cull ’em out, pluck ’em off, Raw Duck
Dress ’em up, lay ’em down, lay ’em down, baste ’em up
Make sure the oven’s preheated to 375 because no one likes
Raw Duck!
from arbroath.blogspot.co posted with vodpod
Being a duckboy is hard work. Here’s more proof:
This Duck needs no introduction:
Finally, here’s an Odd Duck. Democrat presidential candidate and zen master, Alaska’s former Senator Mike Gravel has the most bizarre political non-political ad I’ve ever seen, and it creeps me out a little:
We assume the message is “Don’t mess with Gravel. He’ll mess up your pond reflections.”
Tacky Raccoons 