Away With Me!
Posted on November 6, 2009 Posted by John Scalzi 27 Comments
Events of the day conspire to keep me from conversing with you via transmission of electrical particles through this system known as “Teh IntarWeebs”! And what events are these? And do they involve tapioca pudding, a polka version of the hit song “Head Like a Hole,” and between two and six stoats and/or ferrets? I cannot say! What I can say is I’m likely to be out for most if not all of the day. Try to get along without me for as long as you possibly can. And when you can’t, well, maybe I’ll put something on my Twitter feed. Maybe. I make no promises. Stoat handling is hard work.
Clearly JS has been stoat juggling again…requiring yet another trip to the emergency room as well as the 24-hr vet. Please stand by…
Stoat juggling is not illegal in the states where it is allowed. REMEMBER THAT.
Stoats? Someone has be rereading his Brian Jacques books.
I vote for stoat & ferret juggling while doing the polka in a giant vat of tapioca pudding.
Or eating Tapioca Pudding while juggling and dancing. That would be fun, too. :)
I have friends who have performed a polka version of “Head Like A Hole” in concert.
Stoats? Really?
Always took you for a cotaimundi man myself.
I didn’t say they were my stoats.
Is stoat juggling the same as monkey dancing for tax purposes?
What’s wrong with those stoats? It’s ermine season! Tell them to get busy on their winter coats or they’re raptor food.
Just wash your hands when you are done.
wash what’s left of your hands in any case… weasels got teeth!
Ferrets, pudding, and NiN? Not the first combination I would’ve come up with…
An explanation is required. Have you been abusing the cough syrup again?
Ferrets, but Weezer instead of NIN: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S3xAeTmsJfg
@Steve: That explains it. I think.
Thanks.
So I can say I knew you in your stoatage.
OK. Now that I have Googled stoats. I officially have not snappy comments to make.
With enough digging we can ferret out what’s really going on here. Scalzi can’t weasel out of this one. I mink it!
“And there was much rejoicing, and the people feasted upon the lamb, and the stoat…”
Mmm. Yummy stoat. :)
Admit it, you’re out blowing dead leaves around.
Now, a polka version of “Head Like a Hole” I’d listen to.
19. BarStool Babe – Nah – his father in law does the yard work. He has a riding lawn mower!
*hopes there’s no invocation of rule 34*
doh!
What’s wrong with those stoats? It’s ermine season! Tell them to get busy on their winter coats or they’re raptor food.
Fun fact: even Arctic and subArctic critturs who are at the very top of their food chain grow white coats in the winter.
The white fur isn’t so much for concealment as for warmth, because white hair has more airspace due to its lack of pigment.
So, see, it’s not that I’m aging…it’s just that winter’s comin’ on!
I will see your stoat juggling (with or without accompanying tapoica) and raise you an unannounced class of 4th graders coming in to the library for storytime and research. Really, the teacher should have at least made the effort to call in advance.
I was briefly distracted by the polka, then the common thread became apparent. There is only one thing in common between misplaced polka arrangements, tapioca and vicious varmints, and that is…
Weird Al Yankovic.
We now know something of your secret meeting. Rest assured, we will learn the rest. I, for one, am jealous.
Stoat juggling? Lightweights.
Here in Yorkshire there are still enclaves of ferret legging, although it is not as popular a sport as it was when we had many coal mines and steel works when men were men and a mustelid chewing on one’s knackers was considered nowt.
The rules: A man puts a ferret down his trousers against the clock. The winner is the man who keeps the ferret down his kecks the longest.
I am not making this up.
4 hamster and a roll of duct tape.