Monday, February 2, 2009

Hot Mule Action In Freezarama Central



Inspired by this post, by the wonderful (and possibly shivering) Fairyhedgehog, I took a break from things this afternoon and zipped off through a portal to my local wilderness with my camera.

For the benefit of anyone currently residing where it’s always hot and sunny (like San Diego, or Oz), it’s been snowing here in the UK for the past 24 hours as part of a collective meteorological two-fingers-up to the concept (nay, the reality) of global warming. And if Sara Blizzard is to be believed, there’s more to come in the next 48 hours. For many, this will probably mean a few days off work to make snowmen with the kids (if they have them) or throw snowballs at the kids (if they don’t), but as I’m working from home anyway, I can’t see I’ll derive any benefit at all, in spite of the experts proclaiming that we’re in for the worst snowfall for a decade.

Unless...

Fuck it, I’m having a couple of days off. I’m going to do that Stranded Beneath An Avalanche thing where you eat your own legs to keep yourself going. Only, of course, I’m not. Who needs limbs and teeth when you’ve got an unfinished novel to keep you occupied?

Oh, and btw — names, please, for the horse/mule/quadruped thing. For when I next venture out with a carrot...

28 comments:

fairyhedgehog said...

Cute horse/pony/mule/donkey. Given your usual scheme for naming things I suggest Grumpleburble or Stnick.

Why not take a couple of days off to enjoy the snow? It's not like we get it very often. Go back and give Grumpleburble a carrot or two.

blogless troll said...

It looks like a Maurice.

Robin S. said...

Why not call him/her what I call my cat? It'a a stupid name, but Madison the Cat seems to like it:
Boocacheeka (Boo-ca Chee-ka).

Kiersten said...

I'm thinking Sunny.

Whirlochre said...

I'm with Maurice so far. And I'm going to train him to bear me o'er the sod like some sort of overweight paladin.

Actually, Maurice lives in a field full of other horses and just happened to be the closest to the fence when I walked by. Small girls ride him, I think, and occasionally jump the odd fence.

Maurice.

How we love him.

JaneyV said...

Lacking in any great imagination - I'd have to go with Muffin. Perhaps you could get him a thinking cap as well as a carrot.

I love the way this country deals with snow. I think the "fuck it - let's play" attitude is one to be treasured!!!

Whirlochre said...

It's secured me the ending to Chapter 2, for which I have to be grateful.

Voice post to follow...

McKoala said...

Loving all the snow photos. But kind of glad I'm not there. It dropped all the way to twenty seven celsius today. Thinking of you.

Tuftypufty.

Whirlochre said...

Ok. That settles it.

By day, mild mannered Maurice the Mule plods up and down his modest paddock, dreaming of carrots and the soft caress of Princess Anne's beard — but by night, he transforms into Tuftypufty, the evil vampire nightmare whom the Yee-Haar astral cowboys of no paranormal rodeo can subdue.

Or Muffin? Maybe I'll go with Muffin...

JaneyV said...

I like Maurice. As long as it's pronounced "maw-reece" with a southern drawl and not "morris" which reminds me of silly men waving hankies and bells. Unless of course that's the kind of image you're aiming for!

Whirlochre said...

Silly men waving hankies and bells? Of course! It will be that time of year again, won't it?

The best thing about morris dancers — apart from the costumes — is the way they always seem to be so smug looking.

'Aren't we just so great for preserving a centuries-old tradition whilst at the same time jumping around with abundant energy to shame any high-impact aerobics class — or rave.'

JaneyV said...

And of course it's a real chick magnet!

Robin S. said...

Hee hee. Yeah. What Janey said. BT's Maur-ees idea, with a Southern drawl.

Whirlochre said...

Huh — if you're into chicks with no teeth.

freddie said...

Buford. He looks like a Buford.

Chris Eldin said...

Looks like what we Americans find in British cafes. Only without the ketchup.
;-)

Mary said...

Maurice needs a blanket! Poor thing.

Whirlochre said...

Now here's a funny thing. Nothing to do with horses, sadly, and mentioned here only in case Mom In Scrubs wanders by in Tintints mode.

I've just been rustling up supper for Son Of Whirl, and for a good five minutes, it looked as if he was going to be denied the carbohydrate-packed feast he knows and loves as mashed potato on account of neither of us being able to locate the Gnat brand (is yours this?) potato peeler. In the end, I had to resort to peeling the spuds with a tomato slicing knife. When Girly of Whirly got home and asked why S.o.W. was only just sitting down to eat at 7.30, despite needing all manner of fodder to fend off the advances of his knife-wielding schoolmates, I replied (and, yes, the computer age is getting to me, really, it is)...

'Yeah, sorry — but I had to peel the potatoes longhand.'

McKoala said...

The Koala would be impressed by your progress if the day announced weren't still 'Saturday'. Done anything since then? Hm? Hm?

Robin S. said...

"Longhand". Damn. Never thought that word would sound...well...arcane, as though pulled away, under duress, from the dying hands of a secret society. Think scribe, my son.

Whirlochre said...

Yeowch

Mary said...

I wish I could clean my apartment in Photoshop. The longhanded approach is so analogue.

Whirlochre said...

There's a novel in this.

And I'm reminded of Strange Tales #88...

http://monsterblog.oneroom.org/meet_the_monsters/zzutak.html

Mary said...

Thanks for the interesting link.

My brain has been whirling, Whirl, and concludes that you’re right –- I can see the concept for a novel. Conflict and tension built-in!

writtenwyrdd said...

I had a cat I called Fuzzy Butt (actually, Her Royal Highness Princess Fuzzy Butt), and seeing those fuzzy lips, I think Fuzzy Lips is appropriate!

It's a pony, methinks, hence the small girlage and low fence jumping.

Maurice is a good name, too, however. I find it amusing that here in Maine, they pronounce it rather like Morris instead of the French to match the spelling. I don't know if that's typical out your way, but I'd never experienced this in California.

Whirlochre said...

Hey — all I know is that I've grown to love him so.

writtenwyrdd said...

Well, Whirl, zoophilia isn't something I'd have expected of you, but at least it's better than objectophelia!

Wait...on second thought, I'm not sure objectaphelia wouldn't be preferred, at least by PETA!

Whirlochre said...

Zoophilia? Isn't that where you have false teeth in the shape of much-loved family pets?

Back soon with a snow update (I hope)