The kids are big into Halloween this year so the Mrs. and I decided to join in.
Something Sweasel came up with for her blog roll fer blogs with sumpin’ ta do wit’ weasels. I thought it would make a nice heraldic-old-stinky-bookish-type logo. I suppose its more prestigious sounding than “Boogle O’ Stinkers”.
Ahh, that time of year again. Oktoberfest is upon us, time for downing my favorite seasonal beverage. Paulaner makes a fine marzen, a bit hard to find round these parts though.
Growing up, beans were a tradition at home. Grandma Ermine would have pintos or green beans at every meal, and of course cornbread. You get real tired of eating beans growing up but later in life you kinda crave ‘em. Here’s a mess of half-runners I cooked up with bacon. 
Maybe I’m nostalgic, but I don’t think so. I wasn’t even interested in trains when we stopped to let the kids ride this one on the Western Maryland Railroad. We were waiting at the station when around to bend came the building clamor and the hellish black plume of the steam train. I stood a little too close to the edge of the platform as the engine pulled up spewing heat, smoke, steam, noise and filth. Damn what a machine.
Nothing goes with doing the dishes like cheese, beer and british tv. Please, send us Yanks “Wind in the Willows” season three.
Sorta appalachian surrealist anthropomorphic fantasy I guess.
Wow, I can fall asleep just about anywhere too but beside the road!? This guy sure is tired……oh.
You see all sorts of dead stuff along the road but in our neck of the woods I’ve never seen an ermine.
This is it. The only known image of an obscure cartoon from who knows when called Jerky Weasel. Found it in another Borkum Riff can full of quarter inch lock washers and nuts, stainless of course. Seems nobody liked him much they dropped the little guy after his debut short. Grampa says he remembers it was called “Jerky Weasel and the Shithouse” or something similar.
Classic pinup styled t shirt decal
