tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28429459340502472752024-02-20T20:13:14.981-08:00Badger Battles WolfThe ongoing saga of a seemingly sane individual drawn into an undeclared feud with a grown man that refers to himself as LoboTejonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12195517881382136242noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2842945934050247275.post-84111341264260623142010-08-20T09:08:00.000-07:002010-08-21T11:32:02.634-07:00Wolf Battles Common Sense (And Gravity)We are all familiar with the fact that the Wolf has structured his life as a spectacular paean to all that challenges common sense and reason. Beginning at the very moment he decided to forsake the tranquil serenity of the womb and claw his way into a cold and bracing world, the Lobo set into motion a life that would tarnish everything it touched with a heretofore unseen brand of lunacy. <div><br /></div><div>The motivation behind the decision to live in this manner is unknown to all besides the unseen forces that shape the heavens and earth. Was it genetic mutation? Divine intervention? Something more sinister (Rosemary's Baby)? The world may never know. </div><div><br /></div><div>And yet at the same time motive is irrelevant. It is a human force important only to county prosecutors and method actors. For there exists outside of elusive motivation, a tangible and concrete record of the Wolf's war against capable, prudent, and thoughtful action. There stretches behind this man an endless wake of ill conceived undertakings and the cruelty, insanity, death and destruction they wrought on the world around them. </div><div><br /></div><div>For who could forget the Wolf's struggle to build and maintain a sprawling <a href="http://badgerbattleswolf.blogspot.com/2010/04/wolf-battles-mildew-and-mold-with.html">marble mausoleum</a> in the dense Mexican jungle? How could we fail to remember the <a href="http://badgerbattleswolf.blogspot.com/2010/02/wolf-battles-dead-burt-lesson-in.html">vicious voodoo</a> feud that felled Dead Burt? What about his proclivities towards <a href="http://badgerbattleswolf.blogspot.com/2010/08/badger-battles-road-warrior.html">automotive insanity</a>? </div><div><br /></div><div>All of these endeavors serve to document the lunatic history of the Lobo's lifestyle. And yet they have also instilled within the man a deep belief that he has conquered common sense. They serve to announce that he is a man who operates on a plane of existence unfettered by the rules of logic and reason. </div><div><br /></div><div>There remains, however, one undefeated aspect of the Wolf's complete and utter victory over common sense. This lone insurgent dwells in the unfinished nature of his <a href="http://badgerbattleswolf.blogspot.com/2010/03/wolf-battles-common-sense-quest-for.html">power project</a>. Sure, he has killed Dead Burt, scared away <a href="http://badgerbattleswolf.blogspot.com/2010/03/wolf-battles-common-sense-revisited.html">Dead Burt's daughter</a>, engaged in a vicious campaign of <a href="http://badgerbattleswolf.blogspot.com/2010/04/wolf-battles-common-sense-carnage.html">arbolcide</a>, and successfully strung high voltage cable all the way to his home. But he is still without electricity. The Mexican power company has refused to activate the line and have thus left him without the secure knowledge that his refrigerator will have the power needed to cool his cranberry juice. Without the feather of electricity in the Lobo's cap, common sense continues to reign supreme.</div><div><br /></div><div>And so the Wolf has sown the seeds for the final chapter of his war on logic and reason. He recognizes, however, that to take on the Mexican powers that be is a Herculean endeavor. For this is an organization that (if such a notion is even possible) flaunts common sense in such an aggressive manner as to make the Lobo appear sober and levelheaded. Thus he has decided that if the organs of Mexican bureaucracy will deny him the means to conquer sane thought through the steady flow of an unnecessary electrical line, he will seek an alternative method for demonstrating his mastery of the insane and illogical. </div><div><br /></div><div>This decision has led him to an appropriately lunatic solution. If the flow of electricity itself cannot serve as the trumpet call of victory, he will use the presence of the lifeless poles and lines themselves to mock all that is prudent and reasonable. And he will do it in a manner that smartly compliments his eye for <a href="http://badgerbattleswolf.blogspot.com/2010/02/wolf-battles-fashion-forward-past.html">style and panache</a>. </div><div><br /></div><div>And thus we find ourselves in the heart of the rainy season with one of the Lobo's many power poles purposefully and consciously erected at an angle that contradicts gravity's hold on the universe as we know it. That's right; he has decided to demonstrate the inefficacy of logic and reason by proving his control over the immovable force of gravity. </div><div><br /></div><div>Many would view the listing nature of the Wolf's handiwork as the result of a dangerous combination of poorly planned construction and a saturated and shifting jungle soil. The Lobo, however, sees it rather as his final exclamation of victory over the factions of common sense and reason. In fact, so certain is he in his ability to defy such a powerful force of nature that he has fled the hot Mexican sun for the comfortable mountains of the Pacific Northwest. He has divided and conquered.</div><div><br /></div><div>And yet in departing he has left the crowning jewel of his lunatic power project (and spoil of victory over both common sense and gravity) unattended in the wet and unstable jungle soil. Such a decision, may seem to us to be unwise, ill conceived, or even insane (it does to the Badger). And yet how many among us have devoted our lives to challenging all conventions that allow us to live comfortably, happily, and peaceably? How many among us have sought to slough off the constraints of the natural world, only to be continually confounded by them? How many amongst us believe that <a href="http://badgerbattleswolf.blogspot.com/2010/03/jobo-battles-god-television-that.html">God</a> is solely and personally responsible for the malfunction of our household appliances? I believe the answer is clear (the Lobo!).<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ7WtioNH2N5TgHUaB5XB7QifOha10WBEYM9vmLfYU9TXsi6wXywlQ8eJ6pxvswfK5c6UWdwxhJQvTtm-bmsX0hYNC7U3urPx2halkcS4iYLNgziUQIgb3O5andVqyFxSXs4Q0phnnWnQ/s1600/DSC08335.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ7WtioNH2N5TgHUaB5XB7QifOha10WBEYM9vmLfYU9TXsi6wXywlQ8eJ6pxvswfK5c6UWdwxhJQvTtm-bmsX0hYNC7U3urPx2halkcS4iYLNgziUQIgb3O5andVqyFxSXs4Q0phnnWnQ/s320/DSC08335.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507646381746649218" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">A Crown Jewel Of Victory Teeters In The Distance<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCMtqgFL-PersemAuAM4oE2Ct-GljFQE7xhb9HYS7-1rgwdgri0S6-bhbjG5KYQOKkfdPqf5hVgRq_XUSYNBzcJym5P5v5Qfu_y_7aZfmWNhiidyJo3Tgw4OCilbp6n6QVlIxO_PD6F6M/s1600/DSC08337.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCMtqgFL-PersemAuAM4oE2Ct-GljFQE7xhb9HYS7-1rgwdgri0S6-bhbjG5KYQOKkfdPqf5hVgRq_XUSYNBzcJym5P5v5Qfu_y_7aZfmWNhiidyJo3Tgw4OCilbp6n6QVlIxO_PD6F6M/s320/DSC08337.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507647979670801378" border="0" /></a>Gravity Strikes A Blow Against Unbridled Insanity<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM2sdS1ptHmaquo0MraSUL8_hA6vMEyj-GfpGSvsPqu40UuGb-_n_jgTvjb3kKUkGuQNEVOa0QPxr9zvPN7Mf0dQnblNSoGgxFXc7UL2xIo79VzK85iP7RPt5PJM_LEvTguOnuHaD4aqM/s1600/DSC08331.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM2sdS1ptHmaquo0MraSUL8_hA6vMEyj-GfpGSvsPqu40UuGb-_n_jgTvjb3kKUkGuQNEVOa0QPxr9zvPN7Mf0dQnblNSoGgxFXc7UL2xIo79VzK85iP7RPt5PJM_LEvTguOnuHaD4aqM/s320/DSC08331.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507641868311358162" border="0" /></a>The Leaning Tower of Lunacy<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBemoQxBbtoq64bM4klQFpDiU5qFiURpt-ljEkL9YVWG-3tbWWZRRrnEmauyMf8T5ukj2Xoz7IK5Hl5WFZiNqF7ZMZexKlZalZgSj6ORd2Cnz6pP-LIfNTZkBqkscOuYynr5PLhGnGUVc/s1600/DSC08332.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBemoQxBbtoq64bM4klQFpDiU5qFiURpt-ljEkL9YVWG-3tbWWZRRrnEmauyMf8T5ukj2Xoz7IK5Hl5WFZiNqF7ZMZexKlZalZgSj6ORd2Cnz6pP-LIfNTZkBqkscOuYynr5PLhGnGUVc/s320/DSC08332.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507644225236123362" border="0" /></a>The Badger Quietly Aids The Forces Of Common Sense<br /></div></div>Tejonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12195517881382136242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2842945934050247275.post-25178242189806727772010-08-09T13:56:00.000-07:002010-08-09T17:44:21.662-07:00Badger Battles Coconut Dwelling CrabWith the Wolf <a href="http://badgerbattleswolf.blogspot.com/2010/08/badger-battles-road-warrior.html">frolicking gaily</a> in the wilderness of the Pacific Northwest, the Badger has largely been left to his own devices. Gone are those heady days of endless plotting and counterplotting. Nearly forgotten is the relentless sense of urgency that accompanies conflict at such close quarters. What remains are the smoldering embers of a feud that once burned so hot and fast within the dense Mexican jungle.<div><br /></div><div>That is not to say the danger of a raging firestorm has passed. The Tejon understands that the only thing preventing the hot coals from transforming themselves into a devastating inferno is the introduction of combustible fuel. And in this case reservoirs of potential kindling are vast.</div><div><br /></div><div>For though the Lobo has temporarily abandoned his Caligulan compound in search of more comfortable climes, the indelible fingerprint of insanity with which he imbues his surroundings remains. Massive undertakings of marble and electricity have not been abandoned. They simply await the return of their lunatic creator. </div><div><br /></div><div>It is in the inevitable resumption of these efforts that the Badger finds motivation to remain vigilant in the absence of his adversary. He knows that this all too brief detente will pass, and he has committed himself to ensuring a swift and calculated response to the Wolf's return. </div><div><br /></div><div>To accomplish this goal, the Tejon has been conditioning his combat reflexes by engaging local wildlife in minor skirmishes. He actively seeks out adversaries that bite or sting or pinch and battles them into submission as a means of honing the skills so crucial in his conflict with the Lobo.</div><div><br /></div><div>Today we find the Badger face to face with a menacing crab. He encountered the beast while gathering coconut bark for the barbecue, and not a man to <a href="http://badgerbattleswolf.blogspot.com/2010/03/badger-battlesscorpion.html">simply abandon his meal</a> at the first sight of trouble, the Tejon valiantly forced the crustacean into the shell of a burnt out coconut.<br /><br />From there he gingerly avoided the crushing force of the extended claw and suavely posed for photos with his incapacitated prey. Hardly a man to induce suffering upon an innocent creature, the Badger later released the prisoner to its natural habitat. </div><div><br /></div><div>The series of photos below depicts the Tejon as he masterfully poses with his adversary. While the Wolf idles away his time sipping cranberry juice and proselytizing his unique brand of lunacy in the western United States, the Badger remains battle ready in the jungles of Mexico. Could this be the tipping point? Only time will tell.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSMSYmrw-hqyyPOHkOlq1CPmiulmoOAP_gC_LPeU7Y7EBp3ff3E0BaohdFDbZyjL771vKV0gsJkf6unu1seVnvneo4cZ33-L8owLGrpUCp74m5Ih_gAVTvjbkZ3ZvUzP_9vocht4iPRNQ/s1600/DSC07869.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSMSYmrw-hqyyPOHkOlq1CPmiulmoOAP_gC_LPeU7Y7EBp3ff3E0BaohdFDbZyjL771vKV0gsJkf6unu1seVnvneo4cZ33-L8owLGrpUCp74m5Ih_gAVTvjbkZ3ZvUzP_9vocht4iPRNQ/s320/DSC07869.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503536226780253154" border="0" /></a>A Fearsome Encounter<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQc4lZmyZMXGsH0APuD-6tjLcwJEsOttGrxcP5c7rkGiKBpi9PAAkPgwCTFa3sSBfn-yFKoHztuHSoqHJJ-Wy8K23cfRD4eoTA5t-C2g07HiSbppzrZtpNHKA3-auXANlNvsXejZvwhZo/s1600/DSC07876.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQc4lZmyZMXGsH0APuD-6tjLcwJEsOttGrxcP5c7rkGiKBpi9PAAkPgwCTFa3sSBfn-yFKoHztuHSoqHJJ-Wy8K23cfRD4eoTA5t-C2g07HiSbppzrZtpNHKA3-auXANlNvsXejZvwhZo/s320/DSC07876.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503564275800221122" border="0" /></a>These Claws Take No Prisoners<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguBJ0onzXxk2P-M7TibhMEoNQhn-ojgrsiqlNsBpsg6eyEsvKD4dEls3i1glonf239FG7nXbnQcQ6725y0fy1g7aK0vQjI6Gd1N-jObrRZZTatou9aJtVa_cX2Qyx_yzQlkl-_YW30WNE/s1600/DSC07871.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguBJ0onzXxk2P-M7TibhMEoNQhn-ojgrsiqlNsBpsg6eyEsvKD4dEls3i1glonf239FG7nXbnQcQ6725y0fy1g7aK0vQjI6Gd1N-jObrRZZTatou9aJtVa_cX2Qyx_yzQlkl-_YW30WNE/s320/DSC07871.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503565187080353154" border="0" /></a>Hey Lil' Darlin'<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKXQf11AKQwod4Q7WVPWCkxbBsRsTuhSOURFdj86GhWL9m83WhjV3WVyFdGN0anxvejvvXh0IuGSPrEP4jLtXEDu43EEI0aW8tUFpgz0dzVd964_b9txsvBep00yvl8G4GOr92aBwtuQU/s1600/DSC07875.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKXQf11AKQwod4Q7WVPWCkxbBsRsTuhSOURFdj86GhWL9m83WhjV3WVyFdGN0anxvejvvXh0IuGSPrEP4jLtXEDu43EEI0aW8tUFpgz0dzVd964_b9txsvBep00yvl8G4GOr92aBwtuQU/s320/DSC07875.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503566685713062034" border="0" /></a>Predator And Prey Strike An Accord of Peace<br /></div></div>Tejonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12195517881382136242noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2842945934050247275.post-90008363528383593802010-08-08T12:00:00.000-07:002010-08-09T12:35:33.537-07:00Wolf Battles The Open RoadIt has been recently established that the Wolf is not the type of person who caters to implications that he is in any way "little." He is the Lobo, most certainly not the <a href="http://badgerbattleswolf.blogspot.com/2010/06/wolf-battles-pejorative-nicknames.html">"Lobito,"</a> and when he does things he does them on a scale that leaves no doubt as to the virulent grandiosity of his character. <div><br /></div><div>He doesn't build houses; he builds sprawling mausoleums of marble and stainless steel. He doesn't simply erect power lines; he launches <a href="http://badgerbattleswolf.blogspot.com/2010/04/wolf-battles-common-sense-carnage.html">campaigns of destruction</a> that anger myriad government agencies and kill elderly <a href="http://badgerbattleswolf.blogspot.com/2010/02/wolf-battles-dead-burt-lesson-in.html">German developers</a>. And when he prepares for his annual sabbatical in the densely wooded mountains of the Pacific Northwest, he doesn't simply purchase a plane ticket and rent a car when he gets there. No, he outfits himself in a style that demands instant respect and attention.</div><div><br /></div><div>For when one is accustomed to living within the tropical luxury of marble clad insanity, when one expects cold cranberry juice and Walker Texas Ranger, how can one be asked to forsake them when one is away from home? The answer is one cannot. And the simple solution is that one who wants these things brings them on the road.</div><div><br /></div><div>And so the Wolf has devised a means of transportation that accomplishes these goals, all the while smartly complimenting his lust for conspicuous lunacy and mammoth impracticality. The result is a massive truck/camper combination that pushes at the outer bounds of America's constitutionally tolerant fascination with vehicular absurdity.</div><div><br /></div><div>The photos below depict the Lobo minutes before his departure for the great green north. It is obvious that even in exiting the field of battle he conducts himself with an eye towards cultivating a sense of intimidating vulgarity. For who could have thought a modified 4x4 Ford F-350 Crew Cab Dually could be dwarfed by anything short of a 747? Who could have thought it necessary on top of all that truck and camper, to attach a steel rack and motorcycle? Who could have thought it prudent to meticulously dye each gray hair in his beard before posing in front of his own automotive Frankenstein with an animal that clearly does not wish to be there. The answer is one man. That man's name is the Lobo.</div><div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEi6Mv5TUeNys_cf7nyrPVmyq5yiblhsHzsvBSQsdnWbYdKxWZ-TQn-qFntIyvt2kfDoOAVxnshnkKqihGHuDFPM7QbWNb8vvJ4urfKmKh0tzum8ztYjsXgEP0sNMbPUJLGaI9k4XWexw/s1600/P1010042.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEi6Mv5TUeNys_cf7nyrPVmyq5yiblhsHzsvBSQsdnWbYdKxWZ-TQn-qFntIyvt2kfDoOAVxnshnkKqihGHuDFPM7QbWNb8vvJ4urfKmKh0tzum8ztYjsXgEP0sNMbPUJLGaI9k4XWexw/s320/P1010042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503116658150400242" border="0" /></a>A Seamless Transition from Marble Mausoleum to Alpha Dog of the Asphalt<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFl8ctB0KnyagBTijjshXe4QiJBP1I8B85ugCD9Wb8aT0OeQA5aJlzkoj-Eym_AKZ23A2q3Kgopp_hPVG7quEeXbta4vXSPgjCp5ekwCf3g1CtG6MQY_BLnoQl73OJNSgX6UpQADl4olc/s1600/P1010041.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFl8ctB0KnyagBTijjshXe4QiJBP1I8B85ugCD9Wb8aT0OeQA5aJlzkoj-Eym_AKZ23A2q3Kgopp_hPVG7quEeXbta4vXSPgjCp5ekwCf3g1CtG6MQY_BLnoQl73OJNSgX6UpQADl4olc/s320/P1010041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503117201307172930" border="0" /></a>The Wolf Den Goes Mobile<br /><br /></div></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_uWvIoUtCCOgKk0JqBPHzh1UI4FCiHikWDvKUtY6YUYA4xwPoj2swHQGpbMbtfWJ3OdfXp82bCTQCUN_vKuCV2I9MrWYrw2DOGz3G-vJJWgwTQtCDfyDRdo0ImnCCdH6X2Jku4A3cEmw/s1600/P1010043.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_uWvIoUtCCOgKk0JqBPHzh1UI4FCiHikWDvKUtY6YUYA4xwPoj2swHQGpbMbtfWJ3OdfXp82bCTQCUN_vKuCV2I9MrWYrw2DOGz3G-vJJWgwTQtCDfyDRdo0ImnCCdH6X2Jku4A3cEmw/s320/P1010043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503117696995572978" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">A Road Warrior's Ode to Youth in a Bottle<br />(of Just For Men)<br /></div><div> </div>Tejonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12195517881382136242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2842945934050247275.post-30804512792333581582010-07-16T13:44:00.000-07:002010-07-16T16:04:23.143-07:00Wolf Battles Pejorative Nicknames<div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal">By now, it should be perfectly clear that the Wolf is a man who pictures himself striding through life with a brio and panache much larger than his slight frame might suggest. He knows in his soul that he is a big person stuffed into a little package and he demands that the world view him that way as well. For, i<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia;">f there is one thing that should be most apparent to readers, it is that the Lobo is not someone to quietly suffer the slings and arrows of attacks upon his person or surroundings.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia;">When <a href="http://badgerbattleswolf.blogspot.com/2010/02/wolf-battles-dead-burt-lesson-in.html">Dead Burt</a> mistook him for a bowlegged yokel from Idaho, he educated the German with a formidable torrent of hate and malignancy. When <a href="http://badgerbattleswolf.blogspot.com/2010/04/wolf-battles-common-sense-carnage.html">Dead Burt's daughter</a> made the same mistake, he responded with a herbicidal display of carnage and destruction. And finally, when a band of vacationing Mexicans refused to stop defecating in front of his gate, he devised a wily and <a href="http://badgerbattleswolf.blogspot.com/2010/03/wolf-battles-errant-defecation.html">effective method</a> for dissuading them. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia;">By all accounts the Lobo is a man who, though slight in stature, projects a force of power and resonation. He engages all three dimensions in real time and does it with style.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia;">That is why he becomes so infuriated when the few elderly Mexican women he associates with insist on addressing him as "Lobito."</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia;">For the Wolf, it is a cut that borders on the unfathomable. For really, who are these little old ladies to suggest that the Lobo is a "little" wolf? Who are they to suggest that he is little in any capacity? Don't they know that he has carved into the unyielding jungle a monument to all that is excessive and depraved and eternally unnecessary? Do they think that someone named "Lobito" would be capable of spearheading the <a href="http://badgerbattleswolf.blogspot.com/2010/02/jobo-battles-god-death-of-refrigerator.html">feats of design and engineering</a> involved in ensuring that his cranberry juice remains at a fixed temperature? </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia;">In the reality that exists outside of the Lobo's vision of himself, these women have never considered these questions. For when the nice innkeeper or friendly seamstress that sews his torn pillowcases encounter the Wolf, they see a silly little man stumbling through an ill-conceived and horribly pronounced sentence in broken Spanish. They smile, maybe say, "Si Lobito" as a kind term of endearment, and go about their business without a thought. The Lobo also smiles, turns away, and is instantly crushed by the existential implications that he is widely considered to be "little."</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia;">On more than one occasion the Wolf has expressed his dissatisfaction with the nickname to the Badger. He has never overtly betrayed the extent of the psychological turmoil he experiences upon hearing it, but the Tejon can sense the doubt and despair. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia;">Now make no mistake, the Badger is not foolish enough to think that this uncertainty in any way diminishes the danger of the Lobo as an enemy. The events surrounding Dead Burt are still excruciatingly present in his consciousness. If anything the Lobo's existential dread could push him into rash and even more dangerous action.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia;">But at the same the Tejon recognizes the potency of this knowledge as a psychological weapon against the Wolf. Drawing on his knowledge of propaganda, the Badger has begun an innocuous grass roots campaign to draw community awareness to the viability of incorporating the nickname "Lobito" into everyday conversation with the Lobo. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia;">Recognizing the power of the mural in the rich history of Mexican art, the Tejon commissioned a piece by a local artist. While the finished product is simple and understated in its aesthetic, the Badger has great faith in the influence of the medium. Below lie photos of this piece of urban art. Only time will speak to its effectiveness. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"><br /></span></p></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBqEJEJoQnUl-tk8SW25nPeQos1u83et5uiwQyV5b24PuoUPRBh9r2_tYh5F1twD77m_oe2JdnVUJO-xiV8Yaf_1oIluh9adQ0JohJwZ7YrbMp2F8Egj3FBqOxOIC-zF8xpODtaQy-7jE/s1600/DSC06461.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBqEJEJoQnUl-tk8SW25nPeQos1u83et5uiwQyV5b24PuoUPRBh9r2_tYh5F1twD77m_oe2JdnVUJO-xiV8Yaf_1oIluh9adQ0JohJwZ7YrbMp2F8Egj3FBqOxOIC-zF8xpODtaQy-7jE/s320/DSC06461.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465949314493814898" border="0" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">A Breakthrough in the Art of Psychological Warfare?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR8u6Y6FahSCK90tDZYcdKNO2kpkz_29IAhFH_veiAdj368seVk0n2C5rlEHw7b5i_fy_cFKLLFCmE5PXLSx8dbfuoJ_xk0_h4Q9sGdwy-dtbqk-k_DDVTLXrDJQjAoorr0zIrvKh7I8M/s320/DSC06459.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465950909619764418" border="0" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">The Badger Votes With his Thumb</div>Tejonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12195517881382136242noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2842945934050247275.post-84860069486993299982010-05-15T13:59:00.000-07:002010-05-15T17:02:26.534-07:00Wolf Battles Common Sense: The Carnage Continues<div style="text-align: left;">It finally happened. The <a href="http://badgerbattleswolf.blogspot.com/2010/03/wolf-battles-common-sense-quest-for.html">Wolf'</a>s drive to secure power for his home via high-voltage cable has crossed that obscure yet indelible line that separates foolhardy obsession from lunatic bloodlust. Yes, the Lobo has decided that someone must pay for the fact that boundless electricity continues to elude him. Sadly it is the fertile Mexican jungle that has been forced to offer up the proverbial pound of flesh.</div><div><br /></div><div>Just as it seemed <a href="http://badgerbattleswolf.blogspot.com/2010/03/wolf-battles-common-sense-revisited.html">Angela</a> the camera wielding kraut had permanently mothballed the Wolf's plans to connect to Dead Burt's existing power line, the jungle roared with news of renewed electrical progress. The Lobo decided to take matters into his own hands and he began by enlisting a crew to assist him in his assault on the surrounding trees, vines, bushes, and shrubs. </div><div><br /></div><div>As the dust and chainsaw exhaust settled a scene of bitter brutality and destruction revealed itself. A road once surrounded on all sides by lush jungle had been transformed into a twisting thoroughfare of pastoral scar tissue. It had become, for all intents and purposes, the ideal conduit for ferrying electricity from one point to another. </div><div><br /></div><div>The Wolf struggled to affect a posture of remorse in the aftermath of this display of unchecked aggression. He lamented the need to mar the beauty of his surroundings. He assured anyone who would listen that "it really kills [him] to cut down trees but [he] doesn't have a choice." </div><div><br /></div><div>Many would believe him. And in light of the Lobo's repeated mantra "I want what I want," it can all come to sound entirely reasonable. The man wants a flat screen plasma television and ice cold cranberry juice. That he wants these things in a place and manner staggeringly ill-suited for them is secondary. Nature dictates that the jungle will grow back. It doesn't, however, offer any guarantees that his cranberry juice will chill itself. </div><div><br /></div><div>Yet the Badger knows that there is more to this story than a man with limited yet specific demands cutting down a few trees in order to make his life more comfortable. For he happened to stumble across the Wolf and his legion of goons in the midst of their herbicidal orgy of destruction. And what he saw left an indelible impression of horror upon his otherwise battle hardened psyche. </div><div><br /></div><div>To depict the scene in detail would undoubtedly scandalize even the most depraved souls. Suffice it to say, the Lobo and his minions appeared to be garnering more "satisfaction" from their work than seemed reasonable or decent. Before he could fully compose himself he even let slip that he had simply been "raping nature like I've done all my professional life." This certainly wasn't a man merely doing what had to be done for the sake of a high voltage power line.</div><div><br /></div><div>Now what caused the Wolf to finally cross the threshold from an already profound insanity into the maniacal depths he now inhabits remains unknown. Perhaps he could no longer muster the strength to confine the <a href="http://badgerbattleswolf.blogspot.com/2010/04/wolf-battles-mildew-and-mold-with.html">Caligulan</a> gaiety he enjoys within the marble clad privacy of his home. Maybe the voodoo faucet he opened in his battle with <a href="http://badgerbattleswolf.blogspot.com/2010/02/wolf-battles-dead-burt-lesson-in.html">Dead Bur</a>t finally consumed him. Whatever the reason, his latest outburst of madness has had the (unintended?) effect of dissuading Angela from any further efforts to keep him from securing a steady supply of electricity.</div><div><br /></div><div>The comforts of home seem to finally be within the Lobo's grasp. For the sake of humanity in general, let us hope that by the time the project is complete the Wolf hasn't developed a taste for something more exotic than cranberry juice (blood of virgins?). </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZC7QgMFd-dJ27V_sFe8IQvhTgz_GU0FUcmpVwP5AesWyapdz7OxVSDRUdCPlrBr-WmLbf-57yWz8YFbviJjGvjx5uDaptTbLU54v0XTeN6ILWduf_72pxPAyLUUErrI_lKdKeKvmglxw/s1600/DSC06279.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZC7QgMFd-dJ27V_sFe8IQvhTgz_GU0FUcmpVwP5AesWyapdz7OxVSDRUdCPlrBr-WmLbf-57yWz8YFbviJjGvjx5uDaptTbLU54v0XTeN6ILWduf_72pxPAyLUUErrI_lKdKeKvmglxw/s320/DSC06279.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465948969476406498" border="0" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Markings of a Madman</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMhGJ6tcUKIMtcQC5CIuSUvucBcVAn9cM8YgAL0T62CJvSkblyq8BI2HbhWZQTDgRQudK3cD5sPidyDriPYM1YFRtw3c-nl5AphJ4wpUno9ABnP19USKR-TN-c_q-5mQFMq7KGrIDzKnw/s1600/DSC06308.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMhGJ6tcUKIMtcQC5CIuSUvucBcVAn9cM8YgAL0T62CJvSkblyq8BI2HbhWZQTDgRQudK3cD5sPidyDriPYM1YFRtw3c-nl5AphJ4wpUno9ABnP19USKR-TN-c_q-5mQFMq7KGrIDzKnw/s320/DSC06308.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463815647754132706" border="0" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_UY3tIkT6yvY-IZPdJHHSEN_bcrjFyCiy9reoVObvCm5TBNYEJsBcrPkr56gBHpwydwVvz7DfX_oUGLwYGlmib5U50nZ1xSYmyEOPrMCzAVjQhAjhqZiFYkWAe7jYvxXuIANHrJoUqwE/s1600/DSC06306.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_UY3tIkT6yvY-IZPdJHHSEN_bcrjFyCiy9reoVObvCm5TBNYEJsBcrPkr56gBHpwydwVvz7DfX_oUGLwYGlmib5U50nZ1xSYmyEOPrMCzAVjQhAjhqZiFYkWAe7jYvxXuIANHrJoUqwE/s320/DSC06306.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463815196193327010" border="0" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA6juogjegusFxS_QnvpZ_o_UgaeZlPGat6vf1280Bt8Xl5FAsDBdf_XuvxvEnUN9LjFDSD_-wiYf9jTaxan7Tc1Q9mLS_-P9oECrzEpY9lH6xKpSP49FnJ6I5ctInEOVTLZcTkMe-Bhg/s1600/DSC06280.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA6juogjegusFxS_QnvpZ_o_UgaeZlPGat6vf1280Bt8Xl5FAsDBdf_XuvxvEnUN9LjFDSD_-wiYf9jTaxan7Tc1Q9mLS_-P9oECrzEpY9lH6xKpSP49FnJ6I5ctInEOVTLZcTkMe-Bhg/s320/DSC06280.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465949919909237826" border="0" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Victims of Depraved Pagan Bloodlust</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdwb-xCGvalAlU_HkgU9YNiFoOmb9pMaFeH4fOhTfWf35NymbvgEFF95mll0vIWGra40mrb3J-CbrS1uI1yuZWK6cfNkj79wdyw7hS8CWP0ftFu-GN5iCH5DJnMHHs6AK9zRdNwM8sWMA/s1600/DSC06276.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdwb-xCGvalAlU_HkgU9YNiFoOmb9pMaFeH4fOhTfWf35NymbvgEFF95mll0vIWGra40mrb3J-CbrS1uI1yuZWK6cfNkj79wdyw7hS8CWP0ftFu-GN5iCH5DJnMHHs6AK9zRdNwM8sWMA/s320/DSC06276.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465948524646957954" border="0" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">At This Point the Badger Decides to Remain in the Car</div>Tejonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12195517881382136242noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2842945934050247275.post-88416805466935192052010-04-24T11:07:00.000-07:002010-04-24T19:13:48.395-07:00Wolf Battles Mildew and Mold With Marble<div style="text-align: left;">Maintaining a house in a tropic environ is not an easy task. Various forces of nature seek to destroy anything foreign. Termites devour cupboards, cabinets, and doors. The heavy saline air coats surfaces with a salt grime that also attacks the innards of household appliances. And perhaps most pervasive is the tendency for mildew and mold to thrive in the hot and humid fecundity of the surrounding jungle.</div><div><br /></div><div>Battling these insidious fungal usurpers is best conducted with ironclad vigilance and liberal dispersals of chlorine bleach. Hot spots need to be identified quickly and removed immediately. There is also something to be said for incorporating within the design of the home certain elements that impede the proliferation of mold and mildew. Sufficient ventilation and building supplies that resist moisture are the most common examples of this practice. </div><div><br /></div><div>In the construction of his home, however, the Wolf decided to create a new paradigm. Yes, he would erect a structure impervious to the threat of fungal invasion using materials most would deem to be counterintuitive to his goals. The result was a striking marble edifice with very little cross ventilation and interior walls covered in a cloth reminiscent of burlap.</div><div><br /></div><div>But alas, the jungle once again failed to bend to the Lobo's will and mildew rapidly spread over much of the brown fabric adorning the living spaces. As usual the Wolf's response was quick and decisive. The burlap had to go. But what to use in its place? A lesser man would have settled for walls of painted plaster. Yet the Lobo doesn't believe himself to be a lesser man (the Badger does). He is a man that rules over his domain. And so he turned to the past and sought architectural inspiration from those who governed with the moxie and panache that he brings to every day life.</div><div><br /></div><div>It was only natural that he would settle upon the Roman Emperor Caligula. For whose legacy is more closely linked to both the austere nobility of marble clad structures and the frivolous gaiety that takes place within them? It is hard to imagine a historical figure that more completely envelopes the Wolf's worldview. </div><div><br /></div><div>And thus the Lobo set about transforming his moldy jungle abode into a stunning architectural tribute to his lifestyle guru. The Badger was there to document the undertaking as it unfolded. As a result of the project he has become convinced that just as Rome teetered on the edge of collapse under Caligula's rule, the jungle reign of the Lobo is precipitously close to implosion. And when the marble dust of depraved insanity settles the Tejon will be poised to grasp the scepter of victory.</div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7Y8aZeETs0HDl1260Y0QYSBqdpks1ctChMSJaPqSm65bRIby3hOTVVbMx95jFqOboU857roATfR6qSYPqvnQnh62o_yBhlz483U5rMP8kjZFXV-EUa45O4KCLiqAlO9pCpwkL1xRC2x8/s1600/DSC06272.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7Y8aZeETs0HDl1260Y0QYSBqdpks1ctChMSJaPqSm65bRIby3hOTVVbMx95jFqOboU857roATfR6qSYPqvnQnh62o_yBhlz483U5rMP8kjZFXV-EUa45O4KCLiqAlO9pCpwkL1xRC2x8/s320/DSC06272.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463808242307353202" border="0" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmMw-D1EnNqpgEmfXYkt_90twbmYgeYhTRzD1r_PJZDNrgmLftK4J4DY2y1tP9otQg4ujo2OCJO_GkVuhYeOD_NCUr2uQ5nrjutWJ4Zg12TukRLPtguqBebgGi1gggnKv8WytM7kG7vg8/s1600/DSC06273.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmMw-D1EnNqpgEmfXYkt_90twbmYgeYhTRzD1r_PJZDNrgmLftK4J4DY2y1tP9otQg4ujo2OCJO_GkVuhYeOD_NCUr2uQ5nrjutWJ4Zg12TukRLPtguqBebgGi1gggnKv8WytM7kG7vg8/s320/DSC06273.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463809413279941602" border="0" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS440MNtWB105FJseN7hHAYquKc1vGUBVd38r-0f6wphavcSpwQJ314q1RluhLxNcXX9jml80FmE7GftKUdpA4pcEq7IWQavQWl1oRi6Gij6deaOJf4Y5DXFK0ZOv9sXyHvejToJC_ohM/s1600/DSC06286.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS440MNtWB105FJseN7hHAYquKc1vGUBVd38r-0f6wphavcSpwQJ314q1RluhLxNcXX9jml80FmE7GftKUdpA4pcEq7IWQavQWl1oRi6Gij6deaOJf4Y5DXFK0ZOv9sXyHvejToJC_ohM/s320/DSC06286.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463810856208057938" border="0" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The Lobo's Minions Undertake Their Master's Bidding</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkOvU9mbN4KMf88JuNG3heisiKiWNJ-qYih4ViToNiWNVJiljGC_z5bm_sY4XU2MqvMPQ88DzT4mMAf46vrhTFbrYRP21GV10VxHPLbPaCkymMM-NFLvxk-zBlMVwu26l882YGI5Zcz4Q/s1600/DSC06287.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkOvU9mbN4KMf88JuNG3heisiKiWNJ-qYih4ViToNiWNVJiljGC_z5bm_sY4XU2MqvMPQ88DzT4mMAf46vrhTFbrYRP21GV10VxHPLbPaCkymMM-NFLvxk-zBlMVwu26l882YGI5Zcz4Q/s320/DSC06287.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463811560392285266" border="0" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Roman Bath From Floor to Ceiling</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-DQE2jLBtPcJqBdd74IHfYf-vL2tfPfS7GxTA1aylP1mHnbrX1aHcZPJKO9yY6hPV4GtOKP91aUMX5ElgSkxq7oRsAEOMVzCABcewRo_HrEAVLMR4KCmS1YYd1HLyjiOsd1_d0jL3y84/s1600/DSC06289.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-DQE2jLBtPcJqBdd74IHfYf-vL2tfPfS7GxTA1aylP1mHnbrX1aHcZPJKO9yY6hPV4GtOKP91aUMX5ElgSkxq7oRsAEOMVzCABcewRo_HrEAVLMR4KCmS1YYd1HLyjiOsd1_d0jL3y84/s320/DSC06289.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463812037977052226" border="0" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Attention to Detail Even Caligula Would Approve Of</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw7mj96kh2qC3EUiVaVYnOoCjTVo1glfwwJ80P08X_4wxEARzODc8BZK6soOb5evJOsssTD01aTt8p7PVEDOedLQE2B9zvk6H_g1xwHcPc1UVjkb-yFqu66P0XOguEULW_SzWXIX7gGLM/s1600/DSC06290.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw7mj96kh2qC3EUiVaVYnOoCjTVo1glfwwJ80P08X_4wxEARzODc8BZK6soOb5evJOsssTD01aTt8p7PVEDOedLQE2B9zvk6H_g1xwHcPc1UVjkb-yFqu66P0XOguEULW_SzWXIX7gGLM/s320/DSC06290.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463812515916730706" border="0" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Don Quixote Wishing the Wolf Were a Windmill </div></div>Tejonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12195517881382136242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2842945934050247275.post-45937269254289786982010-04-16T14:00:00.000-07:002010-04-16T14:57:37.793-07:00Badger Battles Unlawful Incarceration<div>For the Badger, the bonds of brotherhood run deep. Even in those moments when the fury of battle might threaten to consume all avenues of his consciousness, he retains a constant filial connection with those similarly struggling against tyranny and injustice. That the situations of his oppressed brethren have no bearing on his own conflict with the Wolf is not enough to divorce the Tejon from their struggles. No, the Badger rallies to the needs of his comrades. And today we find him valiantly rushing to the aid of a group of imprisoned tejones. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXkySVhc4vcyPz_2CQL4qp16DJKM-_LYS0wGi9aqVPff80A6O1nfHitWjSC8oYVAIsApHDctbGb9ikMNdlQJOXoSP6t6Qo-lrToFTLiwxc2OXCyj107Bww4lyRUKQWc8Xj1k-mfOje9LM/s1600/DSC06130.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXkySVhc4vcyPz_2CQL4qp16DJKM-_LYS0wGi9aqVPff80A6O1nfHitWjSC8oYVAIsApHDctbGb9ikMNdlQJOXoSP6t6Qo-lrToFTLiwxc2OXCyj107Bww4lyRUKQWc8Xj1k-mfOje9LM/s320/DSC06130.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459374720609805746" border="0" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbeE9SsVQrdiwKdqbkqAUrz4xwnroTK_UUnZUq4XCt4HkfDp4e2scYlFrl4qP_pGgTKavxwz06-z5MzP8FyAsYKJDJ7vKhwahvhiwzoCORbaI9Tku780SFA87VorSfaIoM4C-isjES5kI/s1600/DSC06125.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbeE9SsVQrdiwKdqbkqAUrz4xwnroTK_UUnZUq4XCt4HkfDp4e2scYlFrl4qP_pGgTKavxwz06-z5MzP8FyAsYKJDJ7vKhwahvhiwzoCORbaI9Tku780SFA87VorSfaIoM4C-isjES5kI/s320/DSC06125.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459374044247934850" border="0" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Brothers in Arms, Held Against Their Will</div><div><br /></div><div>The details behind their confinement are largely unimportant (they have been locked up to attract the almighty tourist peso). What rankles the Tejon is that they have been placed behind bars at all. For he feels a deep spiritual connection with badgers of all shapes and sizes and to discover that even a small fragment of his brood has been incarcerated for the viewing enjoyment of Mexican toddlers is emotionally crushing.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS7_BFqoEdOiy8Y0KoknzZPgdbKmlZjkZrOSoiJ5Lsp5NdObmmJ7y97g7NUiNMktv32jAsEflmpaL53xweuttMRapYaD6s8wVR9ngU9jMshf4ZMyeRvV-UHEDMGZRynhI6c7DyE9HIej8/s1600/DSC06128.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS7_BFqoEdOiy8Y0KoknzZPgdbKmlZjkZrOSoiJ5Lsp5NdObmmJ7y97g7NUiNMktv32jAsEflmpaL53xweuttMRapYaD6s8wVR9ngU9jMshf4ZMyeRvV-UHEDMGZRynhI6c7DyE9HIej8/s320/DSC06128.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459373588745093426" border="0" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Badger and Badgers</div><div><br /></div><div>To ease their suffering and perhaps offer even the faintest glimpse of hope the Tejon poses as a common tourist and slips behind the prison walls. Once there he sets about comforting his long-tailed comrades. The effect of his presence is instantly visible. Watch below as the Badger's gentle words of encouragement transform a despondent tejon into a plucky ball of raccoon annoyance. </div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dw_jYYDASTYN6zuyXBemAoZ170NJNxAg5LM3nYseZUUcuXzw8hys3Hq3cD_wPRIwIJRjT1xfOWkClI1OE58uQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">In the Face of Great Adversity, A Badger Defies the Forces of Oppression</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_G7iFgFubGrckTPkh5D4j89HZ-63jk0fvIMKLKRS-B76rLX9JiputcZJd6FIRvZop3HcePGzepnr0l8yvnSigs8WGWPDUR-Jcte23_4cjoeIFS-efYvzVlgh5xYSoRzDhHYm0rBrP2ho/s1600/DSC06127.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_G7iFgFubGrckTPkh5D4j89HZ-63jk0fvIMKLKRS-B76rLX9JiputcZJd6FIRvZop3HcePGzepnr0l8yvnSigs8WGWPDUR-Jcte23_4cjoeIFS-efYvzVlgh5xYSoRzDhHYm0rBrP2ho/s320/DSC06127.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459372741195614130" border="0" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Having Drunk From the Eternal Spring of Tejon Optomism</div>Tejonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12195517881382136242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2842945934050247275.post-64702890017216657812010-04-07T11:00:00.000-07:002010-04-07T14:04:02.559-07:00Badger Eats Crow: The Wolf Scores a Victory<div style="text-align: left;">To begin, I have to confess a certain bias towards the Badger. Though I like to think of myself as impartial, the ongoing saga that comprises this battle has skewed my normally neutral disposition against the Wolf. For this I can hardly be blamed.</div><div><br /></div><div>There is no doubt that neither party is immune from criticism. And yet, it is difficult to avoid a certain bonhomie with the otherwise congenial character of the Tejon. After all, he didn't ask to take on the Lobo. He didn't set out to stumble across an enemy capable of drawing his deepest ire. No, he simply found himself in a situation where to refuse to take up arms would spell eventual insanity.</div><div><br /></div><div>So he fought back. And I have been in the position to document the overwhelming success of his campaign. But today I must report a staggering setback. The string of battlefield successes that has typified the Tejon's conflict with the Wolf has been interrupted by a tidal wave of urine and feces. </div><div><br /></div><div>That's right, the <a href="http://badgerbattleswolf.blogspot.com/2010/03/wolf-battles-errant-defecation.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">Lobo's plan</span></a> to sprinkle chalk at the foot of his gate in the hopes that those who might seek to use his property as a toilet would be dissuaded by the belief that it was poison proved successful. The Badger's skepticism of such a tactic has left him with the daunting task of removing the bodily emissions of a week's worth of Semana Santa revelry from his only path to the beach.</div><div><br /></div><div>The olfactory repercussions of this defeat are one thing. But perhaps more stinging is the Wolf's regular gloating over the success of his idea. It remains to be seen how the Badger will respond to the bitter taste this turn of events has left in his mouth. For the sake of his sanity and perhaps humanity in general we can only hope that he will respond quickly and decisively. The possibility that the Lobo might use this shift in momentum to further his interests is something no one on this planet should be subjected to.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjpkQjTASXyjIdpNZvw19KMpyqcDZi7lC4qzGX9Xi-IyaIyxxS_Pv1O96Rp8nHUcwiYFgUQxJgu9x-T5LmLYAvFQ76V3b38EIqweIGjtA_S3bR7nZyyIodQ6QfuS4WV8WrDl-qfXbnruo/s1600/DSC06027.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjpkQjTASXyjIdpNZvw19KMpyqcDZi7lC4qzGX9Xi-IyaIyxxS_Pv1O96Rp8nHUcwiYFgUQxJgu9x-T5LmLYAvFQ76V3b38EIqweIGjtA_S3bR7nZyyIodQ6QfuS4WV8WrDl-qfXbnruo/s320/DSC06027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456813371148675042" border="0" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">The Badger Faces a Mine Laden Walk Home</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUtqyzi7n40x0jPV16rE0KtewS_Ys0x0bOu3LwqqK2YIg9lpjKk2LZH0pF8f2LyuGGAhn5Qh8aUzT_H7HEBbek3Isrbwgq9H8mkhCXVFFVdiKmVy3BfdMHldgXGD3LlVweaH5fWSlHFio/s1600/DSC06026.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUtqyzi7n40x0jPV16rE0KtewS_Ys0x0bOu3LwqqK2YIg9lpjKk2LZH0pF8f2LyuGGAhn5Qh8aUzT_H7HEBbek3Isrbwgq9H8mkhCXVFFVdiKmVy3BfdMHldgXGD3LlVweaH5fWSlHFio/s320/DSC06026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456812776381919682" border="0" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a> Empty Toilet Paper Roll or Semana Santa Party Favor? </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht7CBN2pc8C9iQyVK-4Pt7bMkD5QHfUihxfI0GVMdJmOgahz5hS0KUMuaI5P2CkUq66WVHMHaMItnlYomELmeP4jOqFWbMwm3QQms9MLJbziDuvd2KXlo_ivFaBrqIdzNB3GXyvJUXOIo/s1600/DSC06032.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht7CBN2pc8C9iQyVK-4Pt7bMkD5QHfUihxfI0GVMdJmOgahz5hS0KUMuaI5P2CkUq66WVHMHaMItnlYomELmeP4jOqFWbMwm3QQms9MLJbziDuvd2KXlo_ivFaBrqIdzNB3GXyvJUXOIo/s320/DSC06032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456813644828663410" border="0" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">A Proud Warrior, Humbled by Latrine Detail</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinQpq_TDY94LHYHWT-GxGcZ9EqOC94f40nY8A5Dwg9nnN6NAXllzLT5kTY3KzeA0HQuWvRD7e7vIHx9Bo24uljUMFmxqlCCKXSqx7AtpG8XTp91PN0mi3YqeqRPvdEtGC1U7n5tYX26TQ/s1600/DSC05999.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinQpq_TDY94LHYHWT-GxGcZ9EqOC94f40nY8A5Dwg9nnN6NAXllzLT5kTY3KzeA0HQuWvRD7e7vIHx9Bo24uljUMFmxqlCCKXSqx7AtpG8XTp91PN0mi3YqeqRPvdEtGC1U7n5tYX26TQ/s320/DSC05999.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456812443694746306" border="0" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Now This is Just Too Much</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLcfRXa-3sxXSPRN4C63IMLgRlNEC8DkpzfqNL4cKOvs77jZiEuKlp-v3JO46i9_SuVJKzSyImLCOTdq8n_f8Ix1wVYbrYU67VUL_tHlcnrclgUV3Ojch2Sh3nFpvSDjb6aB0tRV9GBko/s1600/DSC06034.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLcfRXa-3sxXSPRN4C63IMLgRlNEC8DkpzfqNL4cKOvs77jZiEuKlp-v3JO46i9_SuVJKzSyImLCOTdq8n_f8Ix1wVYbrYU67VUL_tHlcnrclgUV3Ojch2Sh3nFpvSDjb6aB0tRV9GBko/s320/DSC06034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456813935924674626" border="0" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Badger Battles Abject Dejection </div><div><br /></div>Tejonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12195517881382136242noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2842945934050247275.post-18249710716367817212010-04-01T09:05:00.000-07:002010-04-01T12:24:22.531-07:00Badger Battles.....Coconuts<div style="text-align: left;">The image of coconut palms bent against a sparkling ocean backdrop has largely become synonymous with a carefree coastal existence. To the uninitiated, few things more readily conjure dreams of isolated tropical bliss. And for this reason the iconography of the palm has been used to great effect by advertising and marketing agencies pushing illusions of leisure and escape.</div><div><br /></div><div>To be certain, the roots of this connection make sense. Palms (though usually not the coconut variety) are often ubiquitous fixtures in resorts and other recreational destinations. And the tree itself is aesthetically pleasing, while also bearing fruit of flesh and milk. In Mexico the coconut is so closely related to a day at the beach that no one would even entertain the idea of heading home without having consumed at least one.</div><div><br /></div><div>And yet for the Badger, the coconut serves as little more than a reminder of the fragility of his own existence. To many this association may seem odd. For how could a pensioner who gazes upon the prominently placed coconut palm in a beer advert and immediately calls to mind leisure understand the destructive potential hanging precariously beneath those outstretched fronds? </div><div><br /></div><div>Unlike the Tejon, those who primarily engage coconut palms through marketing campaigns or at extensively manicured vacation destinations have never experienced the dread that accompanies the sudden thump of the fruit unexpectedly hitting the ground next to them. They have never been forced to lie in bed listening to the sporadic sounds of coconuts falling from trees and wonder which will be the one that eventually catches them on the head.</div><div><br /></div><div>Now make no mistake, the Badger is not afraid of the coconut itself. He is a warrior. Not only does he maintain a constant campaign against the Wolf, but he has also engaged all manners of snakes and horses and scorpions. No, he is concerned about his legacy. For what would the history books say about a man who fought so bravely against such a brutal host of enemies, only to be felled by an errant piece of falling fruit? Would he be remembered for his valor or simply as one the hundreds each year who meet their ends at the locus of head and coconut?</div><div><br /></div><div>These are the concerns that keep the Tejon up at night.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div>To minimize the likelihood of such a demise, the Badger has enlisted the Wolf's manservant to periodically arrange for the coconuts to be harvested. In this they have struck upon a mutually beneficial relationship. Dario is able to sell the harvested fruit and the Tejon is able to sleep that much more peaceably. The photographs below depict this process.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqAuXVaGkvMY7xdLsfnxtKCuOC-geLyBLK4esu6JBLK1GhqFFVk-SL1rf6RJFi1a3aCi2PZydhlrqem7ni0yILNu1t3Ai_ie0twbAZpdegUxGBPH9vZ_apl-aTcIzb1N3OoBRyh-WiXnQ/s1600/DSC05793.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqAuXVaGkvMY7xdLsfnxtKCuOC-geLyBLK4esu6JBLK1GhqFFVk-SL1rf6RJFi1a3aCi2PZydhlrqem7ni0yILNu1t3Ai_ie0twbAZpdegUxGBPH9vZ_apl-aTcIzb1N3OoBRyh-WiXnQ/s320/DSC05793.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455240392430533138" border="0" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Boldly Going Where the Badger Won't</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlK8fyw4ivPUVPkMq8SRvj-hKnr1KWa1TME8AqBwKpYy14nlAdx9oi4IhFEBZTbBQo_QMfxQ-mm8UYf9Axhq6_MIzBwYiJ2S1uzPvjg1ljeTHh4iZn_TLIKj5wu7EmQvdXFFNtpPQBKJc/s1600/DSC05797.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlK8fyw4ivPUVPkMq8SRvj-hKnr1KWa1TME8AqBwKpYy14nlAdx9oi4IhFEBZTbBQo_QMfxQ-mm8UYf9Axhq6_MIzBwYiJ2S1uzPvjg1ljeTHh4iZn_TLIKj5wu7EmQvdXFFNtpPQBKJc/s320/DSC05797.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455243348588079666" border="0" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTVIW1LaZ8UHD_Sbr3vxPpm2GGKvd98wTdbRKW4f8Je4oMhYyKvTG3KodINfl8TjeFk3g6cbN5nwsuWvo0xKCGXX6wlRZuylGLkGs-_PzeZZxb1RKYttluiiOASsdP6D1ithd7pbMsfWY/s1600/DSC05795.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTVIW1LaZ8UHD_Sbr3vxPpm2GGKvd98wTdbRKW4f8Je4oMhYyKvTG3KodINfl8TjeFk3g6cbN5nwsuWvo0xKCGXX6wlRZuylGLkGs-_PzeZZxb1RKYttluiiOASsdP6D1ithd7pbMsfWY/s320/DSC05795.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455241686420441314" border="0" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Perfect Pods of Death and Dismemberment</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrAMBgPFlLoDZDnVOQNBw-T1n-uFdof_1gm9u-Bnd12iYYujCDLbC_-0vKhkFPl7Us83OXPIRe53_QDWxF-bDp_F2Ytfw6NJ6dM_iakn9AWz0i_Y3T__2-nxYcv7thIZI60Ha5pgOhsQc/s1600/DSC05811.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrAMBgPFlLoDZDnVOQNBw-T1n-uFdof_1gm9u-Bnd12iYYujCDLbC_-0vKhkFPl7Us83OXPIRe53_QDWxF-bDp_F2Ytfw6NJ6dM_iakn9AWz0i_Y3T__2-nxYcv7thIZI60Ha5pgOhsQc/s320/DSC05811.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455246041955950418" border="0" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Get Those Things Out of Here</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyKhlgTTqh12kBl7NNPab5gGovYyn-V3HmXGc_wXCrYPQ9bxnpBGVgADql4ngwwtx-MpfmTmvZWeB6-HpDC2iljE4PXx0iS5pDGgvK44Odw1nrfFZtI13I2UDVQvXZSSL1aZvDXw4IWic/s1600/DSC01554.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyKhlgTTqh12kBl7NNPab5gGovYyn-V3HmXGc_wXCrYPQ9bxnpBGVgADql4ngwwtx-MpfmTmvZWeB6-HpDC2iljE4PXx0iS5pDGgvK44Odw1nrfFZtI13I2UDVQvXZSSL1aZvDXw4IWic/s320/DSC01554.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455245110929891442" border="0" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The Badger Cements His Legacy</div>Tejonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12195517881382136242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2842945934050247275.post-24205039162773987642010-03-30T12:23:00.000-07:002010-03-30T13:07:28.951-07:00Wolf Battles Common Sense Revisited: A Visit From Dead Burt's Daughter<div style="text-align: left;">When we last checked in on the Wolf's senseless drive to extend a high voltage power line to his home, he had just danced a quick jig on <a href="http://badgerbattleswolf.blogspot.com/2010/03/wolf-battles-common-sense-quest-for.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333ff;">Dead Burt</span>'</a>s grave and was proceeding unabated with his plan. Things were going swimmingly and by his own estimates he was a mere days from consuming electricity with reckless abandon.</div><div><br /></div><div>Well it shouldn't come as a shock to most that extenuating circumstances have once again impeded the Lobo's forward progress. This time he has been thwarted by the intervention of Dead Burt's daughter. </div><div><br /></div><div>It seems that Dead Burt's daughter, known locally as Angela, inherited much of her father's teutonic disposition. For she has assumed the mantle forfeited by Dead Burt's death and resumed the bitter battle her father waged against the Wolf with a terrifying vengeance.</div><div><br /></div><div>Her first order of business has been to halt any further action regarding the Lobo's desire to acquire electricity. In this endeavor she has shown remarkable tenacity. For in one fell swoop she has succeeded in striking a deep fear into the hearts of the contractors charged with completing the project. </div><div><br /></div><div>Armed with only a camera she descended upon the worksite and threatened to take photographs of what she claimed was illegal construction. Fearing the implications of having their images set to film, the workmen fled. When the Lobo inquired about what had transpired he was told that the contractors sensed "aggression and anger," and that they were made to experience "feelings of intimidation." They have subsequently refused to proceed.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuoQuaWT-n-ZESLOFm2b_nLQBF4AmuNNuPEuafXz0hjRVYDhY-VvVDwnYE4oLi0TPK7x29pXiMxmtK5YdKCPeUHJf-wpjqkV7srDxrXJ0W0a_j5G81yQOl0t4D74H5p6MCo2JzMJugfPM/s1600/DSC04675.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuoQuaWT-n-ZESLOFm2b_nLQBF4AmuNNuPEuafXz0hjRVYDhY-VvVDwnYE4oLi0TPK7x29pXiMxmtK5YdKCPeUHJf-wpjqkV7srDxrXJ0W0a_j5G81yQOl0t4D74H5p6MCo2JzMJugfPM/s320/DSC04675.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453423342327693922" border="0" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Shortly Before They Were Set Upon by a Camera Wielding Kraut</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDfCIS72Vmn1pEhlndfh6pY-71ls1pSpespFLGRt8uoKiX1-CPUVr-RG4TCVAE61Bx3XLBWFj_aueMed-Onp_3qZcnHBawUkKsbjkjP0IdoJ1JhX1U9MJy3vWSex3BDn9zG9-r5uNYQrQ/s1600/DSC05684.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDfCIS72Vmn1pEhlndfh6pY-71ls1pSpespFLGRt8uoKiX1-CPUVr-RG4TCVAE61Bx3XLBWFj_aueMed-Onp_3qZcnHBawUkKsbjkjP0IdoJ1JhX1U9MJy3vWSex3BDn9zG9-r5uNYQrQ/s320/DSC05684.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453425004942334514" border="0" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">A Lone Man Quivers High Above the Jungle Floor</div><div><br /></div><div>And thus the Wolf once again finds himself at an electrical impasse. Perhaps worse, his enemy is uncomfortably familiar. The effects of this latest setback have worn heavily on his psyche. He isn't sure that he still posses the fortitude to repeat the voodoo onslaught that defeated Albert, and yet he is absolutely certain that his life cannot continue without electricity. It is an existential crisis of staggering proportions.</div><div><br /></div><div>For his part the Badger has remained on the periphery. He knows that fighting a two front war will likely overwhelm the Lobo. And thus he waits patiently for the moment when the Wolf is at his most vulnerable. Perhaps a moment in which his cranberry juice is too warm for the delicate nature of his palate, or maybe on an evening in which he is forced to forgo the History Channel. Rest assured that at that moment, the Badger will be there.</div>Tejonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12195517881382136242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2842945934050247275.post-55819342768384775362010-03-26T18:43:00.000-07:002010-04-07T14:08:21.669-07:00Wolf Battles Errant Defecation<div style="text-align: left;">The week preceding Easter heralds a unique phenomenon in the Wolf's little corner of the world. Known as Semana Santa, it functions as a universal imperative that every person in Mexico drop what they are doing and rush blindly to the nearest beach for a week of fun in the sun.</div><div><br /></div><div>In most coastal areas the influx of revelry is staggering. Usually depressed local economies are suddenly awash in tourism. Hotels and restaurants that remain empty all year spring to life. The shelves of local markets become empty. Shrimp and fish and oysters and beer are consumed voraciously. And then after a week it is over. The visitors stumble in the direction of home and Semana Pascua begins (a week long national hangover).</div><div><br /></div><div>The isolated beach that houses both the Badger and the Wolf is not immune to this pandemonium. Hundreds of campers from local villages and far flung cities alike descend upon this normally tranquil environ. They eat and drink and frolic in the surf. Families play soccer and volleyball. For the most part it is a festive and congenial affair.</div><div><br /></div><div>There is, however, the problem of infrastructure. There are no permanent services in place to accommodate campers. There is no water or electricity. To address this issue, a few villagers annually erect a tent store that offers rudimentary groceries. Ice cream, fruit, and snack vendors trek out each day to hock their wares. And a beer kiosk is established to ensure that no one goes thirsty.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>But there is an issue that each year goes unresolved. What to do with the excrement of 800 men, women, and children gorging themselves on ceviche and coconuts. The possible solutions are myriad. The ocean seems like a natural receptacle, but there is the issue of privacy. The jungle makes sense, but it is filled with all manners of things that sting and bite. Instead a seemingly universal yet largely unspoken accord is inevitably reached. The natural agreement is to defecate in front of the Lobo's gate.</div><div><br /></div><div>Now this causes the Wolf all kinds of anger and consternation. He understands each act of defecation to be a personal affront. An unsanitary and disgusting attack on his character. Over the years he has struggled to prevent the proliferation of this activity. He has pleaded with the local village council to establish some kind sanitation plan. Of his own volition, he has dug conveniently placed latrines. These actions rarely elicit an effect. One year he even placed politely worded signs around his property asking that would-be poopers find another location. This plan was foiled by a plucky jokester who showed his disapproval by defecating on the Lobo's gate lock before using one of the signs as toilet paper. </div><div><br /></div><div>This year, however, with Semana Santa at our doorstep the Wolf has struck upon an ingenious plan. In another moment of otherworldly inspiration, he has decided to sprinkle a mixture of white, blue, and red chalk in front of his gate. His hope is that anyone who might entertain the thought of using his property as a toilet will see the powder and assume it is poison. The mind boggles at the depths of such profundity. </div><div><br /></div><div>The Badger is dubious that such a plan holds any promise. But if the Wolf is anything, he is eternally hopeful. The Tejon remains poised to shatter that hope. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS_S3d3F3etAMiqEwmTZafDv4pf1sJvFEB9DWNjUS-9rsCvUt16eDwyBE37lZe8cYIqbpDJ6_VFGuv3v52bfR0yRifiOSVKoAlSvNcw-OieCt2TMbi9h1UKz60M_n7P2JHwFoVlzGZ_i8/s1600/DSC05816.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS_S3d3F3etAMiqEwmTZafDv4pf1sJvFEB9DWNjUS-9rsCvUt16eDwyBE37lZe8cYIqbpDJ6_VFGuv3v52bfR0yRifiOSVKoAlSvNcw-OieCt2TMbi9h1UKz60M_n7P2JHwFoVlzGZ_i8/s320/DSC05816.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453387984433767682" border="0" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Sanitation Through Crafty Deception</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgydbc4vyINY8XBR5TNmrIMgdHOyn0zj8m9I0AbyTzwgbaYbVoQ_SLDm_UYNCDP607-34q2fy_hGjAFmd1YWK5MT-Hjhjf5Jm418v3k2smCx10XzfyMu0b224JeIj0DfnASSjFAKiXqKu0/s1600/DSC05815.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgydbc4vyINY8XBR5TNmrIMgdHOyn0zj8m9I0AbyTzwgbaYbVoQ_SLDm_UYNCDP607-34q2fy_hGjAFmd1YWK5MT-Hjhjf5Jm418v3k2smCx10XzfyMu0b224JeIj0DfnASSjFAKiXqKu0/s320/DSC05815.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453387068526256066" border="0" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">A Toilet No More?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;font-size:11px;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit_exqxPWeJCRzOLO-6bM8wbUUFINz7GPYcofuTIzENoz0miZmMOoUOyWVXLSOE44ahwKcKETqvlBi-qgqShCxwaIpvHWNmiPDk7JKHh_fbYUii3BEk3hVqxnQAkEyHCdGufOc4Bj8Idg/s1600/DSC05827.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit_exqxPWeJCRzOLO-6bM8wbUUFINz7GPYcofuTIzENoz0miZmMOoUOyWVXLSOE44ahwKcKETqvlBi-qgqShCxwaIpvHWNmiPDk7JKHh_fbYUii3BEk3hVqxnQAkEyHCdGufOc4Bj8Idg/s320/DSC05827.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453388846578021186" border="0" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">A Brutal Act of Psychological Warfare</div>Tejonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12195517881382136242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2842945934050247275.post-75616896265745683532010-03-23T17:21:00.000-07:002010-03-27T15:55:20.222-07:00Badger Goes to Bootcamp<div style="text-align: left;">The tapestry of peace is a collection of the most delicate threads. Though elaborate and ornate, its fabric is woven from the ephemeral and fleeting nature of patience and understanding. In the presence of a few gifted diplomats, the strength of peace can seem natural and enduring. But the strains on such a fragile construct are immense. And without constant attention on the part of the peacemaker, the roots of conflict inevitably find their way to the surface. If unchecked, these seedlings can tear asunder the tranquil fabric of disarmament.</div><div><br /></div><div>The tapestry that held together the month long detente in the Badger's ongoing battle with the Wolf has finally lost its most important weavers. The Lobo's parents are departing the field of battle and returning to their home in the Great White North. In their wake they leave a tenuous peace. A peace nurtured by the goodwill of shared briskets and sausage casseroles.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNGWa3s4ymeNaOwU3_PZfPKfbwOpQZBg4cjFem3zDePI9FDwjIY-ZD65JGz0DaAyX-mTpRroZ8lWRGV9pfPWw0-F373p7DWa3CR7-ugOX4xyU5cdM4a8wkzapxnOXFoh6vsnN8iBVjSaA/s1600-h/DSC05760.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNGWa3s4ymeNaOwU3_PZfPKfbwOpQZBg4cjFem3zDePI9FDwjIY-ZD65JGz0DaAyX-mTpRroZ8lWRGV9pfPWw0-F373p7DWa3CR7-ugOX4xyU5cdM4a8wkzapxnOXFoh6vsnN8iBVjSaA/s320/DSC05760.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452018148891973634" border="0" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Peace Weavers </div><div><br /></div><div>The Tejon knew that this day would inevitably arrive. Though content with the brief respite from battle, he long understood that the nights filled with laughter and slow cooked kosher meats were temporary. An uncertain future awaits. And the Badger reasons that if he is that much better prepared for the looming resumption of aggression, he might once and for all take the upper hand in this conflict.</div><div><br /></div><div>With this in mind he has thrown himself into a rigorous training regimen. His goal is to return his mental and physical faculties to the steely tenacity they enjoyed before the arrival of the Lobo's parents.</div><div><br /></div><div>First was the ceremonial shedding of the locks. Just as a recent recruit into the armed services is forced to undergo a hasty and humiliating shaving of the head, the Tejon directed his most trusted ally to spare no abuse in quickly disposing of his long hair. Though this element of bootcamp can be unpleasant, it instills within the initiate a sense possibility and rebirth. This was certainly true in the case of the Badger.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPdbixROWeRMC63CTV1PWRQLtq0AiBPtu3T5zJVofm067pmGsGLqL7RRsn4hN1VWh_UiNRhnLBCkmy1LSjEWWaD5bkoj2A-IFhxw-HDbn_RYBVg-LGNZTlUJFfmwV2U4k9gDw31phXb9M/s1600-h/DSC05703.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPdbixROWeRMC63CTV1PWRQLtq0AiBPtu3T5zJVofm067pmGsGLqL7RRsn4hN1VWh_UiNRhnLBCkmy1LSjEWWaD5bkoj2A-IFhxw-HDbn_RYBVg-LGNZTlUJFfmwV2U4k9gDw31phXb9M/s320/DSC05703.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452020623091607586" border="0" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Stung by the Abuse of an Ally</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmqSSKSELs7bar7d0m1SoNZTcJ3JhypaPw814kR5od6auLB0VsuUDQ5ZDEdrskTSWX2lWkI8qCuaB2Bftw8Gpryhz8lrV18-vvFGRa4VGKP4UjhnW8tuwDDOI8eZ1V5Yiv_TpSiXp0MQQ/s1600-h/DSC05704.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmqSSKSELs7bar7d0m1SoNZTcJ3JhypaPw814kR5od6auLB0VsuUDQ5ZDEdrskTSWX2lWkI8qCuaB2Bftw8Gpryhz8lrV18-vvFGRa4VGKP4UjhnW8tuwDDOI8eZ1V5Yiv_TpSiXp0MQQ/s320/DSC05704.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452022471648194178" border="0" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">The Point of No Return (Unless You're Canadian)</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh39n2Wbdoc6oYrW0_5hP4PVZm4ky-5wmNBx8XSzfHBPAvOCuaucFp4MzV_K-WWZYOl-1GOYY6klUjdIBpnDNeRVc96rePcT6osl9Q-cZjDw3_i-ZpRGhwXNNtQZ7Oaq0n5WIvN_k0VLU8/s1600-h/DSC05706.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh39n2Wbdoc6oYrW0_5hP4PVZm4ky-5wmNBx8XSzfHBPAvOCuaucFp4MzV_K-WWZYOl-1GOYY6klUjdIBpnDNeRVc96rePcT6osl9Q-cZjDw3_i-ZpRGhwXNNtQZ7Oaq0n5WIvN_k0VLU8/s320/DSC05706.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452023349696366146" border="0" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Having Realized He'll Need to Apply Sunblock to His Ears</div><div><br /></div><div>Next he began the physical half of his training. The photos below depict the Tejon engaging in the battle tested practices of one-armed push ups and abdominal crunches. Though his smile may make them look easy, rest assured they most certainly are anything but.</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnkPqACfYE31gcD_vHbgRVfenLjXMKSlnWefM947cwAHuxOKlkpGRJNWnovJd9rHuoKe_OUYl_WrbNxfX_ajSx2bEbQONSiKbpteMb6y-_8tOYdxSHJM6I1XobwX8q3iwS5rE4_3jnGXI/s1600-h/DSC05772.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnkPqACfYE31gcD_vHbgRVfenLjXMKSlnWefM947cwAHuxOKlkpGRJNWnovJd9rHuoKe_OUYl_WrbNxfX_ajSx2bEbQONSiKbpteMb6y-_8tOYdxSHJM6I1XobwX8q3iwS5rE4_3jnGXI/s320/DSC05772.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452025825848181522" border="0" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Badger Battles Gravity</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBqXaAIPvsyvbVA5Tn68tctLwFoR4QcOiAmF77tpHlybqF4hprRmhvGRXYpW5mutfgDfyIHi_3nTlb3NzTAtHetjd6IQpF-FxXZ0oH7e99AJLwuZBtCj0ZT8NEjiC3W8dTAJhlJn9P6h4/s1600-h/DSC05774.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBqXaAIPvsyvbVA5Tn68tctLwFoR4QcOiAmF77tpHlybqF4hprRmhvGRXYpW5mutfgDfyIHi_3nTlb3NzTAtHetjd6IQpF-FxXZ0oH7e99AJLwuZBtCj0ZT8NEjiC3W8dTAJhlJn9P6h4/s320/DSC05774.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452034368546747858" border="0" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Putting Jean-Claude Van Damme to Shame</div><div><br /></div><div>What the future may hold for the Badger and the Wolf remains a mystery. There is no doubt, however, that while the Lobo wiles away his days thinking fondly of his last brisket, the Tejon has accepted the mantle of battle. The next move belongs to the Wolf.</div>Tejonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12195517881382136242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2842945934050247275.post-81915717830299301462010-03-19T09:34:00.000-07:002010-03-20T12:02:08.487-07:00Wolf Battles Common Sense: The Quest for Electricity<div style="text-align: left;">Most are probably aware of the debate over the specific qualities that transform a house into a home. Though banal in nature it is nearly universal in remedial academic experience. Often formulated as a freshman English essay prompt or a conversation starter in foreign language courses, this topic is designed to get people thinking in a way that is neither especially provocative or insightful. Like the age old dilemmas of dogs vs. cats or brothers vs. sisters, it is a simply a pedagogical device that most people quickly forget.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">For whatever reason, however, it is a topic the Wolf has taken much interest in. Maybe it's because he just happened to be paying attention in English class on the day it came up. Maybe it was one of the few assignments that afforded him a passing grade. The root of his interest is unknown. But what is known is that the Lobo has devoted much of his adult life to divining some sort of universal truth from the heart of this quandary.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">And to be certain, after a lifetime of meditation his views on the subject are better developed than even the brightest pubescent or most clever linguist might imagine. For the Wolf has transcended the typically inane conclusions that homes be filled with things like family or love. He scoffs at the idea that a house can be transformed into a home simply by the presence of a few intangibles. That is sophist mumbo jumbo. What the Lobo has discovered is that a home requires four very tangible things: an abundance of marble tiling, a conspicuously large flat screen television, industrial stainless steel kitchen appliances, and extremely dim lighting.</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp3VK2nQFxTHa6KimxO-1VOUYgHBhlSpJ54PSiJGkGTK2So_6EK5VsCi5iLLjPzUcWRriILUZRMMUIwoMxugrfHQl_pKqdRSY6pKCjsieOOGj05E6yDWSnYiFssayMG7FS7YHCqX0FYAU/s1600-h/DSC03077.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp3VK2nQFxTHa6KimxO-1VOUYgHBhlSpJ54PSiJGkGTK2So_6EK5VsCi5iLLjPzUcWRriILUZRMMUIwoMxugrfHQl_pKqdRSY6pKCjsieOOGj05E6yDWSnYiFssayMG7FS7YHCqX0FYAU/s320/DSC03077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450471270795179170" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUynl3jci__lvtW5BQzqXxhyphenhyphenJoqG6EGe30BOwwquzL1lN-R3nOkMLY5GtFYNaocyNY6Cswlwp7bUdjNsqm90mkpXYKY10c0klUqFES1RRJFFKfmZbmQzw7QbaBAj5YhOaalW9p0xid_sU/s1600-h/DSC05653.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="text-decoration: none;"><img alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450177171042242994" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUynl3jci__lvtW5BQzqXxhyphenhyphenJoqG6EGe30BOwwquzL1lN-R3nOkMLY5GtFYNaocyNY6Cswlwp7bUdjNsqm90mkpXYKY10c0klUqFES1RRJFFKfmZbmQzw7QbaBAj5YhOaalW9p0xid_sU/s320/DSC05653.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" border="0" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB0xBvKvcbN1usndf2XcoT0rz94SCnoSAaKD5_GBP1wrtIt9EPYrTDS-S2MXfD-1hq5Xb6xywr0Sdp7yLKL4qQFX-x-ClDxSJP-psIbueWiEYK4oWNx0ZjriBLEdXXDd_FUXalzZG1lfg/s1600-h/DSC05227.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443098717248370562" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB0xBvKvcbN1usndf2XcoT0rz94SCnoSAaKD5_GBP1wrtIt9EPYrTDS-S2MXfD-1hq5Xb6xywr0Sdp7yLKL4qQFX-x-ClDxSJP-psIbueWiEYK4oWNx0ZjriBLEdXXDd_FUXalzZG1lfg/s320/DSC05227.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWFFg3MKlGYxoq5-JexJv3F1c4NMJTJDCW0WbhbQP2sQcb0xs_VLOrNNUwscjr7G_Lj1wHmGdE3EMd_p7ZhySB96WMmULgZP2XvBeQmJXxxREE2f0SlK16WTF7xDJXuhDG5AG_Hnezalo/s1600-h/DSC05646.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447850899245663234" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWFFg3MKlGYxoq5-JexJv3F1c4NMJTJDCW0WbhbQP2sQcb0xs_VLOrNNUwscjr7G_Lj1wHmGdE3EMd_p7ZhySB96WMmULgZP2XvBeQmJXxxREE2f0SlK16WTF7xDJXuhDG5AG_Hnezalo/s320/DSC05646.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">All the Trappings of a Happy Home</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Now traditionalists may hesitate at this conclusion. They might see little value in a house filled with nothing but inanimate objects. For his part the Wolf would mock them as bourgeois sentimentalists. What do they know about modern life? Do they expect familial love to stylishly cool his cranberry juice? Do they think a sense of place can entertain him more efficiently than the History Channel?</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Where individual readers might fall in this debate varies widely. It is probably safe to assume though that most don't give it a whole lot of thought. This is natural. They probably see these types of questions for what they are. Nothing more than educational tools to develop faculties for cogent thought and logical thinking. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Unfortunately for the Lobo, this connection has eluded him. Instead silly questions take precedent over cogent thought. The ability to approach situations logically has been replaced by a deep preoccupation with irrelevant details.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">And thus we find a man in the jungles of Mexico profoundly certain that his home must contain a very specific set of modern comforts, yet without the electricity to power them. </div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Make no mistake, the electrical draw of the marble tiling and dim lighting is negligible. Here he was quite reasonable in his calculations. It's the television and host of stainless steel appliances that really consume more electricity than he can provide with his solar system. </div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Now it would be a mistake to believe that the Wolf was ignorant of the challenges inherent in his plan before he built the house. Every qualified solar technician in the United States warned him that it was absolute folly to plug a flat screen television and electric refrigerator into a solar system. The Lobo listened to this advice judiciously, yet ever confident in his own abilities proceeded undeterred.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5ae9nLICWUxOAYUvi-_iYMV7OjYmPJxPwjc6sIKzr3xhF0Ala2FeRB30sM9wUZIRLDwJfluosKzvEqF_Sfi6KHoGCjykaHJKFQcGnCjLkEpc40qQFh_gaIu26qgg2N4yUir_FifMHDhE/s1600-h/DSC05694.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5ae9nLICWUxOAYUvi-_iYMV7OjYmPJxPwjc6sIKzr3xhF0Ala2FeRB30sM9wUZIRLDwJfluosKzvEqF_Sfi6KHoGCjykaHJKFQcGnCjLkEpc40qQFh_gaIu26qgg2N4yUir_FifMHDhE/s320/DSC05694.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450791271174020658" border="0" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ7UeVUFDImB-TR9n1CpkBHzmKTS_KXmmmnCO3NY1XjrBWSC-HKAPffe_TJc3yHXuqJx4prw4mJglV8L4Y7J6Hijr9XTY3owNdDOVvqW3eQhVyt9W7dqTKbKoMF5t47cU39l9ZwmyNAmM/s1600-h/DSC05696.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ7UeVUFDImB-TR9n1CpkBHzmKTS_KXmmmnCO3NY1XjrBWSC-HKAPffe_TJc3yHXuqJx4prw4mJglV8L4Y7J6Hijr9XTY3owNdDOVvqW3eQhVyt9W7dqTKbKoMF5t47cU39l9ZwmyNAmM/s320/DSC05696.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450792344174570722" border="0" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Even With all This, Microwave Popcorn is out of the Question</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The failure of numerous battery banks, a <a href="http://badgerbattleswolf.blogspot.com/2010/02/jobo-battles-god-death-of-refrigerator.html">refrigerator</a>, a microwave, <a href="http://badgerbattleswolf.blogspot.com/2010/03/jobo-battles-god-television-that.html">two televisions</a>, and countless satellite boxes has finally caused him to rethink his plan. Though he is certain that none of these malfunctions have anything to do with a miscalculation on his part (God is responsible for those), it is also clear that without these appliances his house would cease to be a home. The thought of living without them is not a viable option.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The only solution then is to bring electricity to his property by way of high voltage power lines. Regular readers certainly remember that <a href="http://badgerbattleswolf.blogspot.com/2010/02/wolf-battles-dead-burt-lesson-in.html">Dead Burt</a> put an end to this plan years ago. But Dead Burt is dead. The Wolf has danced a jig on his grave and is now ready to proceed. The series of photos below depicts the latest incarnation of the Lobo's nonsensical drive for boundless electricity. Behold the lengths to which a man will push himself for icy salads and Chuck Norris westerns.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:black;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZe_sJSiZEtaqthImH4IDndT0hqxt714wdP1b7j8d7Fy_CQfpoxoez15tlRS8pHh5CR-S9vRCTjWeUwrm6lPmvVHi3ZYAupNizH_EmrXaoOeFRT1tG5Nn734c2ZuZAK7gUM_mZZEWc1Xc/s1600-h/DSC04663.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450448763310846338" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZe_sJSiZEtaqthImH4IDndT0hqxt714wdP1b7j8d7Fy_CQfpoxoez15tlRS8pHh5CR-S9vRCTjWeUwrm6lPmvVHi3ZYAupNizH_EmrXaoOeFRT1tG5Nn734c2ZuZAK7gUM_mZZEWc1Xc/s320/DSC04663.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" border="0" /></a></span></span></span></div><div style="">The Jungle Bends to Lobo's Will</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:black;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj94J26mZqtK5j3Fm2FDF3mQu-J9h2elHxca-U56HgIM10NUBp8CTGa8h0AyYkfAx7QTqgKbhPqLo0M2MKDDJVXOWWBOL7Cnvq0VZWHsQ728qZodPmuFqhQQyJvz2MNiB6_9AUbByZ_E0I/s1600-h/DSC04677.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450447629287974194" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj94J26mZqtK5j3Fm2FDF3mQu-J9h2elHxca-U56HgIM10NUBp8CTGa8h0AyYkfAx7QTqgKbhPqLo0M2MKDDJVXOWWBOL7Cnvq0VZWHsQ728qZodPmuFqhQQyJvz2MNiB6_9AUbByZ_E0I/s320/DSC04677.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" border="0" /></a></span></span></span></div><div style="">An Argument Against Freshman English</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:black;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSyHK6l6BHJYF6qe_-BDzCIKOkLaj-cvuQrWcvOimJGSHzgPyCMeS3oXX8XnjHGP26VkIC3zJGI-UdYyu9DlKlJ3MlQc1QdEaiDMQHUxP6pMO8AQQ8xE4KQWxF9VBCi-V6_fk_iBfW-o4/s1600-h/DSC05660.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450173108633529650" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSyHK6l6BHJYF6qe_-BDzCIKOkLaj-cvuQrWcvOimJGSHzgPyCMeS3oXX8XnjHGP26VkIC3zJGI-UdYyu9DlKlJ3MlQc1QdEaiDMQHUxP6pMO8AQQ8xE4KQWxF9VBCi-V6_fk_iBfW-o4/s320/DSC05660.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" border="0" /></a></span></span></span></div><div style="">From House to Home</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:black;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg0o2EJhyphenhyphen3kdt4-WIy67KbIlPC10T7u6W6Hd9sAi67KEUxOKP93OfefPVmbH0uy2jbJQCYjxcYQQNui003TsmC9a13Bkn9-s-kYYNr3mDP50y664d2D59DkgLrqEnh-EuSPLuOtks7930/s1600-h/DSC05663.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450174635358108786" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg0o2EJhyphenhyphen3kdt4-WIy67KbIlPC10T7u6W6Hd9sAi67KEUxOKP93OfefPVmbH0uy2jbJQCYjxcYQQNui003TsmC9a13Bkn9-s-kYYNr3mDP50y664d2D59DkgLrqEnh-EuSPLuOtks7930/s320/DSC05663.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" border="0" /></a></span></span></span></div><div style="">A Final Pole Erected</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:black;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7US3sEI-eJby743Z895WO9-blRgzuzI-KjL8IBSHDczzpNNIhEN-PIkimSYje4aHxBBNz5tQVQc_vE2d4E1a55QlO0WKG-41O8YLnRbrSP4xzEC9In42asL5s0abvVx9HTUryOtbQcQY/s1600-h/DSC05669.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450175848685433970" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7US3sEI-eJby743Z895WO9-blRgzuzI-KjL8IBSHDczzpNNIhEN-PIkimSYje4aHxBBNz5tQVQc_vE2d4E1a55QlO0WKG-41O8YLnRbrSP4xzEC9In42asL5s0abvVx9HTUryOtbQcQY/s320/DSC05669.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" border="0" /></a></span></span></span></div><div style="">Let The Dim Lighting Pour Forth</div></div>Tejonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12195517881382136242noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2842945934050247275.post-53960783589186759082010-03-12T09:35:00.000-08:002010-03-12T19:24:46.811-08:00Jobo Battles God: The Television That Couldn't<div style="text-align: left;">To many readers the Wolf's battle with God's will is still fresh in the mind (If it is not click <a href="http://badgerbattleswolf.blogspot.com/2010/02/jobo-battles-god-death-of-refrigerator.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333ff;">here</span></a>). They might remember how the Almighty has taken a liking to reaching down and smiting the Lobo's household appliances. They probably also remember the derisive nickname (Jobo) bestowed upon the Wolf as a means of mocking the pathos oozing from his calls for pity. They will definitely not be surprised to hear that God has added Lobo's television to this long list of trials and tribulations.</div><div><br /></div><div>That this would happen comes as no surprise to the Wolf. His television is as central to his lifestyle as cold lettuce or ice in his cranberry juice and thus would of course eventually become the target of divine retribution. Over the years the Lobo has learned that nothing hearkens God's wrath quicker than repeated satisfaction and enjoyment.<br /><br />Yet surprised or not, these malfunctions still excite a deep ire. For it is understandable that God might decide to smite a single television set, or cause one satellite box to malfunction. But to destroy two brand new televisions, four satellite boxes, and a DVD player in the course of a few years is tantamount to a swarm of locusts or an infernal pestilence descending upon the Lobo's little corner of Mexico. What's next, he might ask in the direction of the heavens, hell fire and brimstone? </div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPxrqLvttBdiQekngSMhFIu_11KDz8cJlqeKujcjloiedkDXYm8QB0fhNIHerJcpY4jSVd0P4T1pRc6eG0M-3Y5DYM6oTYAJRGw-G9ecOtQLn1gBBiTNreweEJC74EH7v2LW0_V1JCHn4/s1600-h/DSC05647.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPxrqLvttBdiQekngSMhFIu_11KDz8cJlqeKujcjloiedkDXYm8QB0fhNIHerJcpY4jSVd0P4T1pRc6eG0M-3Y5DYM6oTYAJRGw-G9ecOtQLn1gBBiTNreweEJC74EH7v2LW0_V1JCHn4/s320/DSC05647.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447851529404738274" border="0" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">None of This Will Work Tomorrow</div><div><br />Not one to sit around and wait for the apocalypse, however, the Wolf has devised various ingenious methods for limiting God's unrestricted access to his primary form of nightly entertainment. Because as the Lobo sees it, while God may rule over heaven and earth from his lofty perch in the firmament, no man is more adept at the mortal arts of subterfuge and deception than he is. </div><div><br /></div><div>His first line of defense is simply to drape a tea cozy over the television so that it matches the color of his walls. Though simple in nature, this tactic serves to camouflage what would otherwise be an obvious target. For the Lobo knows that God is infinitely busy and thus only really has time for the most cursory forms of surveillance. </div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlosT3MjDrUzzVWQT3nm36REETShQyq9LHtT52E3cUuAwKgbUHOoxpyIAviIad-1f5ur5NZTxad0PRNwJDInEtNVWop_3OljEMs9fCr7uHReoiKohNBTj-WFtxveeIPPwgttnkDQ-QeAs/s1600-h/DSC05644.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlosT3MjDrUzzVWQT3nm36REETShQyq9LHtT52E3cUuAwKgbUHOoxpyIAviIad-1f5ur5NZTxad0PRNwJDInEtNVWop_3OljEMs9fCr7uHReoiKohNBTj-WFtxveeIPPwgttnkDQ-QeAs/s320/DSC05644.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447849990762448482" border="0" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Television? What Television?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWFFg3MKlGYxoq5-JexJv3F1c4NMJTJDCW0WbhbQP2sQcb0xs_VLOrNNUwscjr7G_Lj1wHmGdE3EMd_p7ZhySB96WMmULgZP2XvBeQmJXxxREE2f0SlK16WTF7xDJXuhDG5AG_Hnezalo/s1600-h/DSC05646.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWFFg3MKlGYxoq5-JexJv3F1c4NMJTJDCW0WbhbQP2sQcb0xs_VLOrNNUwscjr7G_Lj1wHmGdE3EMd_p7ZhySB96WMmULgZP2XvBeQmJXxxREE2f0SlK16WTF7xDJXuhDG5AG_Hnezalo/s320/DSC05646.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447850899245663234" border="0" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">A Trick Even God Could be Proud Of<br /></div></div><div><br /></div><div>And in the event that God comes searching during prime time, the Wolf has enacted a devious contingency plan. In a moment of profound inspiration, he struck upon the idea to place a decoy television in his manservant's quarters. That's right, he placed a television previously smote by God's own hands on the detached premises of Dario's residence.<br /><br />Make no mistake, this was not an easy sell. Dario is a religious man and he didn't want any of God's anger towards the Lobo spilling over onto himself or his family. He also enjoyed watching television in the evenings and thus understandably wasn't interested in God mistakenly reaching down and causing the wrong appliance to malfunction. Once, however, the Wolf pointed out that he in fact owned the house and could do whatever he wanted, the two men reached an uneasy compromise. The cursed decoy set would sit on Dario's porch. Far away from the Lobo's living room and Dario's television alike.<br /><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh56YdLlCqe38jJzUBs4bDZfGIDD4nCTLqMo_xcSO-eye7KlXHdrhT9mTh26LAa-ZMmpqJCuZBvjyWut2o6hdk1L3BqRkTw39n5ysEf4djKhL8pAr2qc2FDJIRbhP4YvFuwroaSIc89Tmg/s1600-h/DSC05667.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh56YdLlCqe38jJzUBs4bDZfGIDD4nCTLqMo_xcSO-eye7KlXHdrhT9mTh26LAa-ZMmpqJCuZBvjyWut2o6hdk1L3BqRkTw39n5ysEf4djKhL8pAr2qc2FDJIRbhP4YvFuwroaSIc89Tmg/s320/DSC05667.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447855799650332370" border="0" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">As Good a Spot as Any</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9-aIRT2q6rk6ZMjaQjlfZVpu852blIKAuVaS5fi6q4Oq064XqYHf3xbnkyKrw2o5wIjWWa-8GHgKLgR-IR9-38gn5qqH6sQZm2X6hDJxDuQvO1Jz1VBtKQSw4_ScSLGHql7kpZQimAOc/s1600-h/DSC05666.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9-aIRT2q6rk6ZMjaQjlfZVpu852blIKAuVaS5fi6q4Oq064XqYHf3xbnkyKrw2o5wIjWWa-8GHgKLgR-IR9-38gn5qqH6sQZm2X6hDJxDuQvO1Jz1VBtKQSw4_ScSLGHql7kpZQimAOc/s320/DSC05666.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447854913341948226" border="0" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">God Will Never Know the Difference<br /></div><br />Through this tactic, the Lobo has achieved a modicum of success. He has been able to watch television uninterrupted for more than three months. He has even begun boasting to the Badger that he was able to pull the wool over the eyes of God himself. For his part the Badger simply smiles and nods. He also usually shuffles a few feet away so that there will be no mistake as to who the lightning bolt was sent for.<br /></div><div><div> </div></div>Tejonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12195517881382136242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2842945934050247275.post-9191288654721407712010-03-10T12:30:00.000-08:002010-03-10T16:51:56.570-08:00Badger Battles.....Scorpion<div style="text-align: left;">Most readers have probably surmised that the Badger has a deep affection for eating. The photos featured in previous posts attest to this fact. What may not be so easily gleaned, however, is the fact that the Tejon enjoys preparing his food almost as much as consuming it.</div><br />Amongst other things, the ritual of fixing the evening meal offers yet another outlet through which the Tejon can slough off the accumulated daily stresses of engaging the Lobo. This part of the afternoon is generally split between quiet meditation on the day's events and relaxed speculation as to what the future might hold.<br /><div><br /></div><div>It can happen though that various forces conspire to crush the serenity of the moment. Instances where extenuating circumstances pull the Badger from the cathartic bliss of chopping vegetables or arranging coals for the grill. Though these diversions are neither welcome nor appreciated, they comprise an inevitable aspect of jungle living and thus force the Tejon to abandon his zen cocoon and reluctantly respond to the matters at hand.</div><div><br /></div><div>Today we find the Badger in the midst of just such a scenario. In this case he has been assailed by a deadly scorpion as he prepares to light the barbecue. For most men such a discovery would not only spoil the calm tranquility of the moment, but also announce the probability of a prolonged and agonizing death. For the Tejon it is just another task preventing him from enjoying his meal. Remember, the Badger spends his days battling a foe more infernal and insidious than any scorpion.</div><br />The series of photos below depicts the Tejon as he nonchalantly faces down the formidable adversary. Watch as his combat hardened reflexes take control. Behold as he puts his most trusted ally at ease by making light of a serious situation. And finally observe him as he steals one of the Wolf's most brutal battlefield tactics and dances a brief jig on the body of his vanquished enemy.<br /><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVXAO7Ka2qlDl-7KkK9FMqf13on9NSGxPVxurnCJTmLkGVgiTlpTIvmDMuFTaY7ZyNe3komR9qMiphQykKWUFnRM-JBOItsOxsf_-T_96KUbbwZ5u1ocwY2uGkFHKN6c_HFtPMqCsp_LQ/s1600-h/DSC05654.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVXAO7Ka2qlDl-7KkK9FMqf13on9NSGxPVxurnCJTmLkGVgiTlpTIvmDMuFTaY7ZyNe3komR9qMiphQykKWUFnRM-JBOItsOxsf_-T_96KUbbwZ5u1ocwY2uGkFHKN6c_HFtPMqCsp_LQ/s320/DSC05654.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447152356272302162" border="0" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Comfort in Charcoal</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFU2IXdAHzXzN-S0BET3r3OmgYt-R4IK2CzoqKrb3FlLG9eU498LMln31DIWbIzNIjnzsXNIBrYwqbv_w6Yp8fhFf9d2Dq_ewU6xH0c9NodFRWESgwbmuCuQPj1Akzq6xkOuJDWMooT08/s1600-h/DSC05619.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFU2IXdAHzXzN-S0BET3r3OmgYt-R4IK2CzoqKrb3FlLG9eU498LMln31DIWbIzNIjnzsXNIBrYwqbv_w6Yp8fhFf9d2Dq_ewU6xH0c9NodFRWESgwbmuCuQPj1Akzq6xkOuJDWMooT08/s320/DSC05619.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447148131535013938" border="0" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">An Unwelcome Dinner Guest</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqD2xDxm9gO95YN5QUnb4a48kZ7H7l3lI-KB4cRSbnSyXLg7MtWMXCN9_VG78BhE7rPbVwb39XwnixeBUrfI3etvx2NPjTE8RFyy7_eBCCtskqU7dVDjxofcwJTOEzglh3A2jWxcxd3z0/s1600-h/DSC05633.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqD2xDxm9gO95YN5QUnb4a48kZ7H7l3lI-KB4cRSbnSyXLg7MtWMXCN9_VG78BhE7rPbVwb39XwnixeBUrfI3etvx2NPjTE8RFyy7_eBCCtskqU7dVDjxofcwJTOEzglh3A2jWxcxd3z0/s320/DSC05633.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447151423996683554" border="0" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Kiss of the Badger<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA2kBIBCIGTSvkc0KYwZ4IJU19aiepcn261dcGqLTyB8e3WhexcKYOT0VeVnivks9oxXOLeEZx4_53IyOVLsdU7tK84zWz9sETUB1vfgBaBkQ1wC8hKvUmvHiVQrCxpY7iB6z5Ju8YEEY/s1600-h/DSC05627.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA2kBIBCIGTSvkc0KYwZ4IJU19aiepcn261dcGqLTyB8e3WhexcKYOT0VeVnivks9oxXOLeEZx4_53IyOVLsdU7tK84zWz9sETUB1vfgBaBkQ1wC8hKvUmvHiVQrCxpY7iB6z5Ju8YEEY/s320/DSC05627.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447149555432082434" border="0" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">It Seemed Like a Good Idea at the Time<br /></div><div><div> </div></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwu-UiaU-ZAECp6TdQWGQ00b22RkWnAV4Temyt99IHHnBNRFzURi2TfpZJ2Jd9sUsB78EzxP1_IsVluO4qUwQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;">Dance of the Wolf: Reinterpreted</div>Tejonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12195517881382136242noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2842945934050247275.post-60448426484551870052010-03-06T11:00:00.000-08:002010-03-06T15:00:46.830-08:00Badger and Wolf Battle Dolphin....Together?<div style="text-align: left;">There are occasions when even the most vicious of battles are halted in the name of dignity and understanding. Times when extenuating circumstances trump the brutality of warfare. Most readers are probably familiar with the tale of German and French soldiers laying down their arms on that fateful Christmas in 1914. They sang songs, played soccer, and shared in yuletide revelry for one day before returning to the trenches and resuming battle. Well Christmas came early in the ongoing conflict between the Badger and the Wolf. And as chance would have it, it took the form of a dead dolphin.</div><div><br /></div><div>Few things smell worse than rotting flesh. Those who have experienced this olfactory nightmare know that even men and women with ironclad constitutions can be brought to their knees by this most putrid of stenches. It is thus that when the Wolf approached the Tejon and asked for assistance in removing a particularly malodorous dead dolphin from the beach in front of his house, the Badger had no choice but to help.</div><div><br /></div><div>For the Tejon may be many things, but he is not heartless. He does not revel in the unnecessary suffering of others. His operations against the Lobo are not malicious in nature. They are merely a series of wartime calculations designed to bring a rapid end to an unpleasant conflict.</div><div><br /></div><div>In addition, on this day the Wolf's parents happened to be visiting from Chicago. And the Badger, ever cognizant of the shifting complexities of battle, saw the potential to win some hearts and minds in Camp Lobo.</div><div><br /></div><div>The series of photos and videos below depicts this brief détente. If there are those amongst you who think that perhaps the Tejon has lost some of his edge, fear not. For just as the French and German soldiers returned to combat after their brief respite, the Badger has already laid plans for a renewed offensive.<br /><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSiwQwhyphenhyphenM7aG5YEa-HmSczTgv72v8aJcyVy6CtbkSLI_douxRsc0iUtliuIEIY53dZaWnE62c03eAQNJORUoG6N5LTmOQJPNMGJA8KHUWA6uO3-U5MIH-oidhbJuRMI78OhlhELCEkfcE/s1600-h/DSC05511.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSiwQwhyphenhyphenM7aG5YEa-HmSczTgv72v8aJcyVy6CtbkSLI_douxRsc0iUtliuIEIY53dZaWnE62c03eAQNJORUoG6N5LTmOQJPNMGJA8KHUWA6uO3-U5MIH-oidhbJuRMI78OhlhELCEkfcE/s320/DSC05511.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445630632383417378" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The Wolf Bearing Implements of Destruction<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7cMCYvsoULm4BB60Qq5qCMQAD14jSxf0EAuSEMGoAyrGj9XDKyk12qBj9b-N1-DtujNO7MGGcbQadZ52lPv3TP3aaCp7mL_XYlEi7Hf729PLq3urKPm6J9ugxm1b1ImLr59VIws09XLw/s1600-h/DSC05516.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7cMCYvsoULm4BB60Qq5qCMQAD14jSxf0EAuSEMGoAyrGj9XDKyk12qBj9b-N1-DtujNO7MGGcbQadZ52lPv3TP3aaCp7mL_XYlEi7Hf729PLq3urKPm6J9ugxm1b1ImLr59VIws09XLw/s320/DSC05516.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445631613221271874" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">An Uneasy Alliance<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzTivGfZfSPDAghjoFsAiUHv8MesxU1l6hyTJkNkjjJOPyeVH83YxnlC04-UGd6GogqEzBKEK75yqqlHuMwgQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />Badger Intimidates with Display of Brute Strength<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbm3DQPUnHXWTTCcC-vfg7gN-vweXKHg77h3cFVsfNzH2A60ezNxHTgwv4PKjhGFnHyOqB8lOAM9ZyIMQkyVkKcvXYQsWUSw0Bm-8bagy55vS2X8gYag6PGqGpK92tx-Grb5rZaSfv_xs/s1600-h/DSC05528.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbm3DQPUnHXWTTCcC-vfg7gN-vweXKHg77h3cFVsfNzH2A60ezNxHTgwv4PKjhGFnHyOqB8lOAM9ZyIMQkyVkKcvXYQsWUSw0Bm-8bagy55vS2X8gYag6PGqGpK92tx-Grb5rZaSfv_xs/s320/DSC05528.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445638286193200514" border="0" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Wolf Offering Assistance</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG6YPSuZ0o_Bfqo4_lV0GlDYrlIo6-DDqmf8_ofm9wSwoysky1xdsJC6-3lvwZXArnPLin6HRW1oTnBE-JoTzS-8a7lQEXKuFyP4QPZ7ekpf-rxcTTwMRlypYpJd3jv0r2ckSKXptVrKU/s1600-h/DSC05523.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG6YPSuZ0o_Bfqo4_lV0GlDYrlIo6-DDqmf8_ofm9wSwoysky1xdsJC6-3lvwZXArnPLin6HRW1oTnBE-JoTzS-8a7lQEXKuFyP4QPZ7ekpf-rxcTTwMRlypYpJd3jv0r2ckSKXptVrKU/s320/DSC05523.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445635274109304882" border="0" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Wolf Thinking Better of It</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCBW4feKBcpXmhUdYvnq8p4BKYhUzVs3ZKSIM6bBlwkBmM6dvraQjcQiICfb-kWi2X-WzLTSOg5Q29rtF4OrFgOii4UnBSoE2vDneHrgSU51SO1gmABXh-uQ82Sl3u45ee-tIMGfANWzM/s1600-h/DSC05529.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCBW4feKBcpXmhUdYvnq8p4BKYhUzVs3ZKSIM6bBlwkBmM6dvraQjcQiICfb-kWi2X-WzLTSOg5Q29rtF4OrFgOii4UnBSoE2vDneHrgSU51SO1gmABXh-uQ82Sl3u45ee-tIMGfANWzM/s320/DSC05529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445639089951827298" border="0" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Help From a Trusted Ally</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTpOIn3N192pFEbvdHjVt9AF7sKoVTlOZNCK6z2TheK8WhytWDd_d_it_JSIY896KKx4RQxXr3tfOQlNljSShyphenhyphentbk-tsvn5cMMMuMtWbmRHWBSDKoGko4mN6fAHVKMGBL0Mfsw1mWLe1E/s1600-h/DSC05530.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTpOIn3N192pFEbvdHjVt9AF7sKoVTlOZNCK6z2TheK8WhytWDd_d_it_JSIY896KKx4RQxXr3tfOQlNljSShyphenhyphentbk-tsvn5cMMMuMtWbmRHWBSDKoGko4mN6fAHVKMGBL0Mfsw1mWLe1E/s320/DSC05530.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445640041919206146" border="0" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The Wolf's Parents: A Potential Fifth Column?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXhDSy-SCBMxeApUK_koMpyZJb35Bh8HS-yXqB8AhNFWBtcpvY3HNsPsUujB4Y1fAt9xT5bn4ZguyJdDgEjdN9unTJgOtmEeze6SyXr-8MDoEa2x14iRxS20xEnHYyBYqqEoMqJUztEX8/s1600-h/DSC05524.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXhDSy-SCBMxeApUK_koMpyZJb35Bh8HS-yXqB8AhNFWBtcpvY3HNsPsUujB4Y1fAt9xT5bn4ZguyJdDgEjdN9unTJgOtmEeze6SyXr-8MDoEa2x14iRxS20xEnHYyBYqqEoMqJUztEX8/s320/DSC05524.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445636291825102450" border="0" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">One for the Ego</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMHftsnXc0PnKPJyTb-edueZ5StMIjcx3GJrl-ew5b3qTC6RwSdYXkkRIOnsCFIqLcKXPi2hREgovJZWiViXSONMRvwlMaeYegZe5dYX-79-jt1w7MIpbfnbP8mBW3tKTMlwag_fDtGYo/s1600-h/DSC05525.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMHftsnXc0PnKPJyTb-edueZ5StMIjcx3GJrl-ew5b3qTC6RwSdYXkkRIOnsCFIqLcKXPi2hREgovJZWiViXSONMRvwlMaeYegZe5dYX-79-jt1w7MIpbfnbP8mBW3tKTMlwag_fDtGYo/s320/DSC05525.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445637472693505970" border="0" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Crips and Bloods? No, Badger and Wolf</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPv94mGl-5p1nAtGn8wdrjUJQc94NJj7HJHWTLwNxPHrb65-wnTj3yOFiBKSNNggU4NLoUbPum_dHYj47WWpaqHpBSp-6d8s31-l7ZZhn6yfdLwOwL3Zv87_AsTpc8ZI-C5PJZkB4Zro4/s1600-h/DSC05559.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPv94mGl-5p1nAtGn8wdrjUJQc94NJj7HJHWTLwNxPHrb65-wnTj3yOFiBKSNNggU4NLoUbPum_dHYj47WWpaqHpBSp-6d8s31-l7ZZhn6yfdLwOwL3Zv87_AsTpc8ZI-C5PJZkB4Zro4/s320/DSC05559.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445640866888612082" border="0" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">A Final Reflection on the Nature of Peace<br /><br /></div></div>Tejonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12195517881382136242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2842945934050247275.post-21663103789977657362010-03-05T19:54:00.000-08:002010-03-27T16:11:30.575-07:00Badger Battles.....A Mighty Thirst<div style="text-align: left;">The strains and pressures of battle are hard on every man. Covert conflicts are perhaps the most taxing because they require personal and close quartered contact with the enemy. Strict attention must be paid to each action undertaken and every word uttered. A single mistimed operation or misplaced sentence can jeopardize the entire campaign.</div><div><br /></div><div>Such constant vigilance can tear at the very fabric of sanity. Without the occasional release that fabric can begin to fray. And if the stress upon it is ignored altogether it will inevitably be torn asunder by the sheer brutality of the forces acting upon it. </div><div><br /></div><div>The Badger is well aware of these forces. And as has been documented in the past, he makes ample use of his hammock as a means of exorcising the lingering effects of sabotage and deception. There are instances, however, when the maniacal depths of the Lobo's insanity bear within the Tejon an agitation that cannot be wiped away by the gentle swaying of the hammock or the sweet release of malted barley and hops. There are times when the Badger seeks something stronger. Something capable of burning the Wolf's insidious dysfunction from the depths of his soul.</div><div><br /></div><div>For these instances the Tejon turns to the languid fire of tequila. Not only is it the spirit most extensively available, but it also offers an intangible asset in the Badger's ongoing conflict with the Wolf. For if there is one thing the Lobo fears more than God's wrath, it is the incursion of anything Mexican into the vicinity of his Mexican compound.</div><div><br /></div><div>With this knowledge fresh in his mind, the Tejon has developed a fiendishly inventive system for procuring his tequila. Sure, it is one thing to go to the local bottle shop and purchase a ration of the amber elixir. This might afford the Badger a vehicle for his release and perhaps at best disturb his enemy with the knowledge that someone close to him is under the influence of a foreign intoxicant. </div><div><br /></div><div>It is quite another, however, to don the traditional garb of the jimador and distill the liquor yards from the Lobo's doorstep. In the photos below we see the Tejon engaged in the centuries old process of crafting tequila. We can only imagine the existential dread experienced by the Wolf as he watches the dexterity with which the Badger prepares the agave. We can only wonder at his distress as the acrid smell of the distillation process fills his house. And we can only marvel at the devastating potential of seeing the Tejon's most trusted ally (also donning tradtional garb) prepared for a wild and lavish fiesta.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHDQNB58NC8EQE7qOjegldUT_xQDUbkEv2SarCr1LDLrDRwa_lueS6WR-SsvwNqCM6HMdmzmv56ajpV6yFFJJ-cIHYi_RliHaUKQFglBsjm_Nt4s4a5Ufs0lxlfM1DQ_D8sgA5WG5hyphenhyphenu0/s1600-h/DSC04123.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHDQNB58NC8EQE7qOjegldUT_xQDUbkEv2SarCr1LDLrDRwa_lueS6WR-SsvwNqCM6HMdmzmv56ajpV6yFFJJ-cIHYi_RliHaUKQFglBsjm_Nt4s4a5Ufs0lxlfM1DQ_D8sgA5WG5hyphenhyphenu0/s320/DSC04123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445225940065846690" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Wielding the Tools of Cultural Contamination</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEem5jY6X1VtFXvi8Qe8DyPReg7jXOSLTS3Mj95C_LQbdbKOKxdD6l-2NasAv3ZAbrjLQoH9lQvpyRurMu4ma0phH0UkAkPIoEUZh21vHnfMyr4wVkmqpUM6I2O8BQbtUfXMtrTxCP7JI/s1600-h/DSC04122.JPG"><br /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsAguwtj8HVOwQPkS0EFYnSb9faL0qvP7JTjndFx5KF6sUmXWe95OsJMWhVe-1K9WdzUnGBDsfpkcgBpdJDDcK4bfr5gwMTkd4TjZWAkpORSWCj6UR-L5Skv73lADT4-gXM3lldU_aL_Q/s1600-h/DSC04122.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsAguwtj8HVOwQPkS0EFYnSb9faL0qvP7JTjndFx5KF6sUmXWe95OsJMWhVe-1K9WdzUnGBDsfpkcgBpdJDDcK4bfr5gwMTkd4TjZWAkpORSWCj6UR-L5Skv73lADT4-gXM3lldU_aL_Q/s320/DSC04122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445371526324418914" border="0" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 272px; " /></a></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Having Sampled the Fruit of his Labor...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-IY3nBvc1fPBNxoSza6MDu86i8S-CDRegtnwMLkMhjLQP9HKxnee-87W7zsvE3J5hAzHcSFB6LJoY_3K2nYyGEfNgiNInJpEA10R0cb-zbiFju7KueVbuAi8LQrY_SeiKBA0-EXmptEI/s1600-h/DSC04125.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-IY3nBvc1fPBNxoSza6MDu86i8S-CDRegtnwMLkMhjLQP9HKxnee-87W7zsvE3J5hAzHcSFB6LJoY_3K2nYyGEfNgiNInJpEA10R0cb-zbiFju7KueVbuAi8LQrY_SeiKBA0-EXmptEI/s320/DSC04125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445367531820583346" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Enemy at the Gates</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Tejonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12195517881382136242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2842945934050247275.post-17214892840593454352010-03-02T11:53:00.000-08:002010-03-02T17:43:40.000-08:00Wolf Battles InternetThe internet has, for all intents and purposes, been thoroughly adopted by the global community. While Iranian protestors organize via Twitter and Chinese hackers attack servers in the United States, vast communities of American octogenarians share inane photos of kittens eating cheeseburgers. You may ask, whose left? The answer is one man.<div><br /></div><div>At the same time that complete digital saturation stands at the threshold of massive cultural acceptance, there remains a lone voice of dissent. Most astute readers have probably already guessed that this voice belongs to the man who refers to himself as Lobo. </div><div><br /></div><div>Yes, the Wolf hates using the internet. Make no mistake though, the Lobo is no luddite. This is a man who intimately understands the mechanical advantages of wedges, screws, pulleys, and levers. This is a man who excels at constructing marble clad edifices. This is a man who can, from two plastic folding tables, create a stunning kitchen countertop. And yet this is a man who dreads nothing more than operating a computer.</div><div><br /></div><div>The Gmail and the Google give the Wolf the most problems.</div><div><br /></div><div>Below is a video surreptitiously captured by a trusted ally of the Badger. It opens with the Lobo struggling to access his Gmail account. We see the Badger offering advice (misinformation no doubt) before he leaves the Lobo to his own devices. This is when the true technological frailty of the Wolf becomes completely apparent. Watch as the Lobo shifts from what is known as the "hunt and peck" method of typing to a confused and halting search for the proper key. Watch as his brow furrows in frustration. Watch as his smoke (probably illicit) bounces between his lips. And perhaps most importantly, watch as the mighty Wolf attempts and fails to conquer the internet (the Badger is snickering off-camera).</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dx0jzOUdSK3a2KHteaA9kQtjnFXXJRZgbzIt4nbNTHFinYlvnAJzwrY2dM-KMO8NsXC10zmSW6UMSb6C7xXMQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Tejonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12195517881382136242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2842945934050247275.post-79322834878657911742010-02-27T12:05:00.000-08:002010-02-27T21:21:01.196-08:00Jobo Battles God: Death of a Refrigerator<div style="text-align: left;">Though it may be hard to believe, the Wolf is a deeply spiritual man. Over the course of his life he has developed a unique and compelling collection of beliefs. At the heart of this theology lies the certainty that God is a bitter and spiteful deity singularly concerned with making his life more difficult than it should be.</div><div><br /></div><div>Though he is uncertain about exactly what he did to incur God's wrath (the Badger isn't), he believes that this anger manifests itself in the seemingly endless string of electronic and mechanical failures that afflict his household appliances. The Lobo's propensity to bemoan these trials and tribulations has prompted some of his associates (once again, the Badger) to refer to him as Jobo, a reference to the suffering endured by the biblical character Job. It is thus to the Badger's great and profound satisfaction that I introduce the beginning of a series that will document the Wolf's daily struggles with God's will. <div><br /></div><div>The first post of this series will address Lobo's refrigerator. Understand though, that this is no ordinary refrigerator. No, he brought this refrigerator to Mexico from the United States. Not only does it accommodate all of his cooling and freezing needs, but it also smartly compliments the icy sterility of his kitchen's aesthetic. There is not another refrigerator in the whole country that could possibly replace it. And then God decided to punish the Lobo by breaking it.</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB0xBvKvcbN1usndf2XcoT0rz94SCnoSAaKD5_GBP1wrtIt9EPYrTDS-S2MXfD-1hq5Xb6xywr0Sdp7yLKL4qQFX-x-ClDxSJP-psIbueWiEYK4oWNx0ZjriBLEdXXDd_FUXalzZG1lfg/s1600-h/DSC05227.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB0xBvKvcbN1usndf2XcoT0rz94SCnoSAaKD5_GBP1wrtIt9EPYrTDS-S2MXfD-1hq5Xb6xywr0Sdp7yLKL4qQFX-x-ClDxSJP-psIbueWiEYK4oWNx0ZjriBLEdXXDd_FUXalzZG1lfg/s320/DSC05227.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443098717248370562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">An Ode to Culinary Magnificence, Rendered Useless</div><div><br /></div><div>That in itself is not such a pressing matter. The Wolf has long grown accustomed to dealing with God's vengeful hand reaching down and smiting his appliances. He faces these scenarios with a sort of fatalistic acceptance. In the event of a failing object he will simply call his most trusted Mexican mechanic and arrange for a spare to be delivered while the primary unit is being repaired. In especially trying situations he might even smile and shake his fist in the direction of the heavens. </div><div><br /></div><div>But today there is no smiling. For in this specific instance God seems determined to repeatedly break the refrigerator just when the mechanic believes it is fixed. Three times the Badger has watched smugly as the repaired refrigerator is delivered to Lobo's home. Three times he has seen them return it to its spot in the kitchen and take the spare unit away. And three times he has laughed as the mechanic arrived the next day to pick up the already malfunctioning machine. </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz_37Vp4yDF16OhfqS26Vzv1s_5khGvKivF4IbBvJqwcoIMp9f1pXw_ZlZ57ScePZPSd2-RnoAwvgtPCn6X4MKDW_rc94DBlnkzTEvoD2IRYs3sz8axjTg0_g3lfjlAZ_lCwcTH2QJBAU/s1600-h/DSC05219.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz_37Vp4yDF16OhfqS26Vzv1s_5khGvKivF4IbBvJqwcoIMp9f1pXw_ZlZ57ScePZPSd2-RnoAwvgtPCn6X4MKDW_rc94DBlnkzTEvoD2IRYs3sz8axjTg0_g3lfjlAZ_lCwcTH2QJBAU/s320/DSC05219.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443094124038721090" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Hardly a Worthy Substitute</div><div><br /></div><div>On this, the refrigerator's fourth trip back to the house, the Lobo has had enough. For it is one thing to rankle the Wolf with petty inconveniences, but it is another to deprive him completely of the ability to cool food in a setting unmarred by the aesthetic incongruence of a spare refrigerator. Remember, this is a man who likes his salads cold and his chocolate milk colder. And perhaps most importantly this is a man sick and tired of swapping an immaculate stainless steel refrigerator for a rusty white one.</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfd0JkEkcOnrzqcjmZnLl2EXKpK3VEWwcR4YQ8BhfmHiydCwSHHDgg2NMr4dkAM0Wtl9rbwLAOu1sqfGcWzX8F40osd0WAEOXLHHDMujjZlxbpRGMLImQONJsRSmmmq_e_ebgVlYd1KwY/s1600-h/DSC05226.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfd0JkEkcOnrzqcjmZnLl2EXKpK3VEWwcR4YQ8BhfmHiydCwSHHDgg2NMr4dkAM0Wtl9rbwLAOu1sqfGcWzX8F40osd0WAEOXLHHDMujjZlxbpRGMLImQONJsRSmmmq_e_ebgVlYd1KwY/s320/DSC05226.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443097899474172690" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">God Wants This Bounty to Spoil</div><div><br /></div><div>Yet Lobo knows that all of this is well removed from his sphere of influence. His relationship with God is not a complicated one. What the Lobo fixeth, the Lord taketh away. Even if the refrigerator works today, there is no certainty that it will tomorrow. He thus can only prepare for the eventuality that it will once again fail him. </div><div><br /></div><div>But in the meantime there is always hope. There exists the eternal dream that God might one day tire of raining malfunction and misfortune down upon the Lobo. That there will be a day in the future when the Wolf won't be forced to wonder if a crisp head of lettuce or a bowl of ice cream will be his last (Future posts will most likely dash this dream for all but the most optimistic readers). Until that day though, he'll keep the spare fridge running in his gym.</div></div>Tejonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12195517881382136242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2842945934050247275.post-17236999646445479392010-02-25T12:56:00.000-08:002010-02-28T17:29:44.630-08:00Badger Battles.....Slothly Stasis<div style="text-align: left;">Jungle living can be difficult. After walking and swimming and surfing and chopping weeds with a machete the Badger often needs a rest. For this he relies upon his trusty hammock. Situated beneath a palapa roofed ramada and beside a palm trunk table, it offers the perfect combination of shade and easily accessible beer.</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwKRDWGvsJLB6Qyi5P2brx3OoYVOSUXmaEvyD8YES_IzDp5t9ndzAywFGpiu-_MuavN-c7zJGFuRkUlvKYQcb2J-uztEOlkJwclBOy82gkFDTsVO1T5XgXa2cvFq9q1WoLKHXrSScx6io/s1600-h/DSC03827.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwKRDWGvsJLB6Qyi5P2brx3OoYVOSUXmaEvyD8YES_IzDp5t9ndzAywFGpiu-_MuavN-c7zJGFuRkUlvKYQcb2J-uztEOlkJwclBOy82gkFDTsVO1T5XgXa2cvFq9q1WoLKHXrSScx6io/s320/DSC03827.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442341831396606834" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Badger Break</div><div><br /></div><div>There can be times, however, when the siren song of the hammock calls even before the daily chores have been completed. Times when the temptation of ample back support, a gentle swinging motion, and a frosty beverage create the potential for a perfect storm of idle frivolity. These instances are perhaps the most dangerous to the Badger. For just as Odysseus understood the deadly ruin beckoning from the rocks, the Tejon knows the implications of a life devoted solely to hammock time.</div><div><br /></div><div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY8svK5HZsDO-z_EppdcqIWr4BJ2lIwwgFt31rVAg3WNpIlQWvhoB7hCpZpBkMGTvhv_k-K9m_kxaEsHdtiIg9dfGcmnhRsUx7leJZ9y87JKcP8YYomxtitD3FL0ap_qlW9jot-XLZ4DA/s1600-h/DSC05104.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY8svK5HZsDO-z_EppdcqIWr4BJ2lIwwgFt31rVAg3WNpIlQWvhoB7hCpZpBkMGTvhv_k-K9m_kxaEsHdtiIg9dfGcmnhRsUx7leJZ9y87JKcP8YYomxtitD3FL0ap_qlW9jot-XLZ4DA/s320/DSC05104.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442344284116921026" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center; ">Book, Beer...Grass Eating Mongrel</div></div><div><br /></div><div>Besides the painfully obvious health complications that accompany a sedentary lifestyle, there remains the image he projects to the Lobo. While it is important that his adversary see him at rest, it is equally essential that he not be mistaken for a soft touch. He understands the delicate balance between one capable of engaging in periods of quiet meditation and one wholly seduced by a life of unproductive leisure. He further understands just how paramount this balance is in his battle with Lobo. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div>To achieve this balance the Tejon has developed a complicated, but effective logarithm. To render it in understandable terms would require a computer far more powerful than anything available here. But Tejon has agreed to summarize it for the readers. Here is a window into the vast and powerful mind of the Badger:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#551A8B;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://www.mathhelpforum.com/math-help/attachments/pre-algebra-algebra/9290d1229520768-need-help-solving-logarithm-question.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 510px; height: 595px; " /></span></span></div>Tejonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12195517881382136242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2842945934050247275.post-61637428134504792822010-02-23T11:11:00.000-08:002010-03-07T19:41:15.667-08:00Wolf Battles Dead Burt: A Lesson in Revenge<div style="text-align: left;">It is understandable that many of you may be curious as to why the Badger goes to such great lengths to ensure that his feud with the Wolf remains undeclared. Why wouldn't he just come out and face his adversary in an open field of battle? The answers to this question are numerous and complex. For one, a cold conflict affords him unrestricted access to the Lobo's operational hub. Another is the tactical advantage he gains through his knowledge of Lobo's habits and routines. But there is also an additional, more mysterious reason. This tale from the Lobo's past may begin to at least explain some of those circumstances. A hint for the impatient reader: It involves Bad Mojo.</div><div><br /></div>Long before the birth of the Tejon, before even the arrival of the man who begat him, there existed within this jungle paradise a conflict between two mighty forces. On one side was the Lobo, builder of mausoleum inspired dwellings. On the other was Dead Burt, known then simply as Albert the German. <div><br /></div><div>The roots of this struggle can be traced to the day when Lobo, ever sensitive to the vast stores of electricity needed to run his home, attempted to surreptitiously extend Albert's high voltage power line another mile to his house. There was nothing overtly deceptive or criminal in this act. Lobo had no plans to siphon off or steal electricity from his German neighbor. No, he simply desired to join the line Albert had previously erected. He supplied the nineteen poles, cable, and labor. He made arrangements for the installation of another meter so that no mistake could be made as to who consumed what.</div><div><br /></div><div>But this action roused within Albert a great anger. Certain Teutonic elements of his character that had laid dormant perhaps for generations poured forth. He decided at that moment that he would crush the Lobo with all the efficient brutality his German disposition could muster.</div><div><br /></div><div>For we must understand that Albert had a vision. Already a minor celebrity in the world of resort development, he had descended upon the Mexican jungle from the mountains of Canada. He brought with him vast experience and formidable resources. Smartly clad in linen pants and flowing blouses, he set about transforming an empty tropical beach into a vast and sprawling resort complex. That Lobo already inhabited a small corner of this beach was of little concern to Albert. He had a vision.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lakelouise.com/images/banff-international-main.jpg"><img src="http://lakelouise.com/images/banff-international-main.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 232px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Dead Burt's Canadian Vision</div><div><br /></div><div>It turns out that nineteen extra power poles were not a part of Albert's vision. And when he saw them shooting jauntily from the ground he swore that not a single volt of electricity would ever pass through their outstretched arms. Using one of his liaisons in the Mexican power company, he put just enough money into just the right hands to ensure that Lobo would never see the completion of his project.</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUAxBJwFxqydvrH1PAmBOLE6JwEeNSmZZ4gsYamSujYYM8il52hPNKnrLODEgGeIldCcZXuC1-CvoV3Zkwf09ILWp-MAA343cmEO4MaYj0ohFm7f0YDD7REXie6zXzfpr29XIBLkH1jFM/s1600-h/DSC04674.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUAxBJwFxqydvrH1PAmBOLE6JwEeNSmZZ4gsYamSujYYM8il52hPNKnrLODEgGeIldCcZXuC1-CvoV3Zkwf09ILWp-MAA343cmEO4MaYj0ohFm7f0YDD7REXie6zXzfpr29XIBLkH1jFM/s320/DSC04674.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441563938074325794" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Dead Burt's Mexican Vision</div><div><br /></div><div>When Lobo discovered what had happened he was also quite angry. Though it is true that he erected those nineteen posts without speaking to Albert, it is also true that he had really not done anything wrong. Seeking to pursue a diplomatic solution, Lobo approached Albert and offered his side of the story. For his part though, Albert was intractable. He informed Lobo that as long as he inhabited his earthily body and perhaps even after, no electricity would flow from his poles to Lobo's house.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzgouhVR1Vhum9uZDTYz7D_XrcVJe8WR3MWOHiP_u74VPVaKNWaZMxWyL6HqZf0orpl-gszpbECkvjbYSu8jeTjPaT9IfQouZJA_ayuQXD2ys7zkgUbpOSoVUGO3CqgfRll-rHLxRl2VA/s1600-h/DSC04672.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzgouhVR1Vhum9uZDTYz7D_XrcVJe8WR3MWOHiP_u74VPVaKNWaZMxWyL6HqZf0orpl-gszpbECkvjbYSu8jeTjPaT9IfQouZJA_ayuQXD2ys7zkgUbpOSoVUGO3CqgfRll-rHLxRl2VA/s320/DSC04672.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441567248151852370" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">The Sad Tale of a Pole Without Power</div><div><br /></div><div>At this point relations between the two men eroded rapidly. What had once been a coexistence based upon reluctant respect and a mutual love of outlandish fashion became a communion of seething hatred. The man of the daisy dukes and hiking boots and the German dandy of a million blouses found themselves bitter enemies. </div><div><br /></div><div>Each man brought a specific set of skills to the conflict. Albert had deep pockets and powerful connections. Lobo relied on vast reservoirs of insanity and determination. The confluence of these tactics created a crushing stalemate. Albert continued with his development and Lobo remained without power.</div><div><br /></div><div>Lobo did have another tool, however. A tool that most would believe to be a function of his insanity, but a tool nonetheless. He began to hurl bad mojo in Albert's direction. He opened a voodoo faucet and for a year and a half, whether Albert was in Canada or Mexico, let flow a torrent of acid and malignancy. To be sure, it was a slow moving process. But just as we know the glacier will continue to inch unflaggingly forward, Lobo felt in his bones the sweet satisfaction of impending success. </div><div><br /></div><div>In the end Albert died of a heart attack. That he was eighty-five could have been a contributing factor. It's hard to say. But it really makes no difference to the Lobo. It sealed within his consciousness a sense of true power. He had through sheer force of will vanquished a formidable adversary. The crafty German brutality of his enemy was no match for bad mojo. Albert the German came to be known simply as Dead Burt. The jungle slowly began to reclaim what would have been a sprawling development. And Lobo danced a quick jig on his grave. </div><div><br /></div><div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2InghC7GxU9510Jcm1ZHFqfAa-uJx2-ofX5bKBlW_i-Yfncgk3GsAyHUnzMsRwK6WWzagk16Q5lMigb5ZcQxjfXEvAHpxT9SpFExhKqgPhCN2xEmd9TXx3lPvnRtbJHYfoe3GZVerWC4/s1600-h/DSC04673.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2InghC7GxU9510Jcm1ZHFqfAa-uJx2-ofX5bKBlW_i-Yfncgk3GsAyHUnzMsRwK6WWzagk16Q5lMigb5ZcQxjfXEvAHpxT9SpFExhKqgPhCN2xEmd9TXx3lPvnRtbJHYfoe3GZVerWC4/s320/DSC04673.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441584734410835746" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS6boRsKku29vAkAIgtPUdWMKAsx5cHBQam6pfHHSjht4p7TD7k7HafFHjxLyZCjLMxotylgSHA7acsekBOWQu0RECFuR6a4Bo8gn11Iy64AACZ3IgPSjRg-bwfTmA6rCItinzs4ffflA/s1600-h/DSC04667.JPG" style="text-decoration: none; "></a></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS6boRsKku29vAkAIgtPUdWMKAsx5cHBQam6pfHHSjht4p7TD7k7HafFHjxLyZCjLMxotylgSHA7acsekBOWQu0RECFuR6a4Bo8gn11Iy64AACZ3IgPSjRg-bwfTmA6rCItinzs4ffflA/s1600-h/DSC04667.JPG" style="text-decoration: none; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS6boRsKku29vAkAIgtPUdWMKAsx5cHBQam6pfHHSjht4p7TD7k7HafFHjxLyZCjLMxotylgSHA7acsekBOWQu0RECFuR6a4Bo8gn11Iy64AACZ3IgPSjRg-bwfTmA6rCItinzs4ffflA/s320/DSC04667.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441578360978988322" style="text-align: left; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center; ">Dead Burt's Mexican Vision Overrun by Jungle and Graffiti</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div></div><div>Make no mistake, the gravity of this story weighs heavily on the Badger's psyche. Though he is a skeptic, he is also a relatively young man. The potential that bad mojo might bring about his early demise is a risk he is understandably not willing to chance. A secret feud, at least in his eyes, remains the best option. Besides, I think we can all agree that Voodoo is creepy. </div><div><br /></div><div>P.S. Lobo still doesn't have power.</div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2InghC7GxU9510Jcm1ZHFqfAa-uJx2-ofX5bKBlW_i-Yfncgk3GsAyHUnzMsRwK6WWzagk16Q5lMigb5ZcQxjfXEvAHpxT9SpFExhKqgPhCN2xEmd9TXx3lPvnRtbJHYfoe3GZVerWC4/s1600-h/DSC04673.JPG"></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div> </div>Tejonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12195517881382136242noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2842945934050247275.post-73854178271866978392010-02-20T16:04:00.000-08:002010-02-20T16:38:59.323-08:00Badger Battles.....Horse!<div style="text-align: left;">Many of you may remember the Badger's encounter with what surely was at one time a fierce and savage boa. In that instance he stylishly approached the snake and raised it into the air while an ally captured a quick photograph of the event. To be sure, this was a bold and direct course of action.</div><div><br /></div><div>There are instances, however, that call for a measured and prudent approach. These scenarios require the Tejon to consider a wide variety of tactical options before committing to a specific path. Often in these cases he utilizes the expertise of those who can bring specific skills to the matter at hand. Though perhaps not as daring or exciting as facing the issue directly, it is here that the Badger exhibits the collected and calculating aspects of his character. For what could be more intimidating to the Lobo than an adversary capable not just of courageous acts but also the strategic recruitment of outside resources? </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPrSHQhaZIkauFG6cAkzMfL6_aoLOui37gD8q2e0E_NMNKlicCH5qAtokiOdgZMTgRJKo9F_RVztnGt1CfnTRGEKK1G4aAS0m7IMNJ_2lcOUvYBt5DGOpYJxE-OIZOVAryb5vc8Mor-qg/s1600-h/DSC04490.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPrSHQhaZIkauFG6cAkzMfL6_aoLOui37gD8q2e0E_NMNKlicCH5qAtokiOdgZMTgRJKo9F_RVztnGt1CfnTRGEKK1G4aAS0m7IMNJ_2lcOUvYBt5DGOpYJxE-OIZOVAryb5vc8Mor-qg/s320/DSC04490.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440468554286790962" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmZZqvvrNIxfwnpDrHQBIusg70U4Jzi4lKnWTHHXN1IfAWAopuBfXi0XQWKl16-sTnVNZ6Ur-n_c5VfY-4D9Wk6-z2orhZZq8IT0TPlVAhj_Vqh5KlwAcblmGv6QESE4DBCbRfxsYLPm8/s1600-h/DSC04487.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmZZqvvrNIxfwnpDrHQBIusg70U4Jzi4lKnWTHHXN1IfAWAopuBfXi0XQWKl16-sTnVNZ6Ur-n_c5VfY-4D9Wk6-z2orhZZq8IT0TPlVAhj_Vqh5KlwAcblmGv6QESE4DBCbRfxsYLPm8/s320/DSC04487.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440469638847007234" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Trouble Ahoof</div><div><br /></div><div>We thus join Tejon in the midst of just such a situation. A pair of equine trespassers have compromised his fence line and he is forced to remove them from the property. Faced with the unpredictability and size of the beasts, he recruits the assistance of the Lobo's man-servant, Dario (A potential intelligence asset--More on that in a later post). The video below, though grainy, depicts the two men approaching the horses. While the Tejon watches cautiously from behind, Dario brings his years of experience to the table and confidently tosses a coconut at the haunch of the closest animal. Though startled, the horse reacts just as expected and the visitors vacate the premises forthwith.</div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxTjLKrfr1gEGfz05tRBpqvs0aPjjymlD2O8y20uwmariJE6AZypxsjXRPyxUTJIJhuhBOrI48lgAzpLlibLA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div>A quick note to the readers:</div><div>The Badger is in many ways a great and real lover of animals (Thank you, Black Nasty). He has been known to fraternize and frolic with dogs and cats alike. He can count amongst his past pets, rats and hamsters and even an especially cantankerous cockatiel. It is thus that he imparted upon me the importance of warning everyone that only qualified and experienced individuals throw coconuts at the rear ends of animals.</div></div>Tejonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12195517881382136242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2842945934050247275.post-86654859398816033062010-02-17T17:20:00.000-08:002010-02-17T21:09:20.698-08:00Wolf Battles Fashion Forward Past<div style="text-align: left;">For many fashion is a confusing and confounding aspect of life. What was fashionable yesterday is rarely fashionable today. But what will be fashionable tomorrow can often indeed be what was fashionable in the past. Different people react to this dilemma in different ways. Some remain consistently relevant. They inhabit the forward cusp of what is hip and stylish. Others with less sartorial savvy plod along a few steps behind the vanguard. They cling to the status quo until what is hip and stylish has been thoroughly amalgamated into the mainstream. And then there are the mavericks, those hearty souls for whom what was worn yesterday will be worn today and again tomorrow. They exist outside of the existential struggle to remain viable and current. And perhaps more importantly they are quite comfortable with themselves.</div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><br /></span></div><div>The Lobo presents himself as just such a maverick. He is proud of his pared down wardrobe. He boasts of a closet that has remained strikingly constant for more than three decades. He wears trunks, or jeans, and a cotton polo shirt. What he neglects to mention, however, is that for at least a small period of his life he rode that forward cusp of fashion with tastemakers and trendsetters alike. </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><br /></span></div><div>One can only speculate as to the reasons he might keep this era a secret. Perhaps it doesn't jive with the other maverick aspects of his lifestyle. Maybe he feels that the image of a fashion conscious individual might confuse those that look to him as a beacon of unwashed and rugged manliness. His reasons are his and his alone.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><br /></span></div><div>The fact remains, however, that this era existed. And while it is true most people who enact a wholesale change of character skate into their new lives without a reckoning of the past, it is also true that those same people have never faced the wrath of the Badger.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><br /></span></div><div>Once again the Tejon has ventured deep within enemy territory and using the latest in East German microfilm technology, amassed this collection of photos from Lobo's golden days of fashion. Join Tejon on a trip back to an era of sartorial innovation and invention. An era in which Lobo didn't just socialize with the fashion elite, he was the fashion elite. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKfUhN3_P7AFsv9GvxgudnqMnH1GjX7oY_5IZO27qdX5aCww6ih5L_UQY_RL8JyhugycpN7ZEMMN5ME7AjDTORRHcolaeuSbmfBThuWSa2xJIHYOXwPGE_DPloBKqQCkiV_MR_UxcqsJA/s1600-h/DSC04607_2.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKfUhN3_P7AFsv9GvxgudnqMnH1GjX7oY_5IZO27qdX5aCww6ih5L_UQY_RL8JyhugycpN7ZEMMN5ME7AjDTORRHcolaeuSbmfBThuWSa2xJIHYOXwPGE_DPloBKqQCkiV_MR_UxcqsJA/s320/DSC04607_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439368795095567266" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span> </span></span></span></span></span>Daisy Dukes and Hiking Boots? Check!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOixmEw7uJeZNPXk_EZhikWq-wCwxTOsigMgIqVfbL2OGFwH3Y5jjBTAerwEyaBBd_baMB4Fniadj1j8PZNaLsX735Xbpwe-FCaf9GFu_AiLWmpMRxg9cKXnEySeNxIB5IqvZJNAeFqyk/s1600-h/DSC04608.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOixmEw7uJeZNPXk_EZhikWq-wCwxTOsigMgIqVfbL2OGFwH3Y5jjBTAerwEyaBBd_baMB4Fniadj1j8PZNaLsX735Xbpwe-FCaf9GFu_AiLWmpMRxg9cKXnEySeNxIB5IqvZJNAeFqyk/s320/DSC04608.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439373853622805042" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span></span></span></span>Still Life With Speedo</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5qksHMOv6sqLNNnR2KIGxUrO1yTrUJJOWZzqZy2RRXNIC3Z6updVvy4QmJ9GiKzRbP_ClasUDRdTdsGMLTH7bqzT089sdtaTLqXDFXmsPo4nVr6OPfdaP_aCkoaleJzBekFfdG2OHK_8/s1600-h/DSC04617.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5qksHMOv6sqLNNnR2KIGxUrO1yTrUJJOWZzqZy2RRXNIC3Z6updVvy4QmJ9GiKzRbP_ClasUDRdTdsGMLTH7bqzT089sdtaTLqXDFXmsPo4nVr6OPfdaP_aCkoaleJzBekFfdG2OHK_8/s320/DSC04617.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439379354234605986" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span>Not a Tan Line in Sight</div><div> </div></div>Tejonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12195517881382136242noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2842945934050247275.post-61683614214978721272010-02-16T16:15:00.000-08:002010-02-16T17:31:52.996-08:00Badger Battles.....Snake?Though it may be hard to believe, occasionally an instance arrives when the badger is forced to set aside his ongoing conflict with the Lobo. It isn't that he is bored of the battle or that he concedes defeat. No, it sometimes occurs that a more pressing matter is placed in front of him. Often the Tejon is forced to address grave and pressing matters concerning the safety of his surroundings. In these situations the daily struggle that typifies his life as Lobo's neighbor takes a back seat to the demands of the present. These occurrences will be documented as an ongoing series. The hope is to offer the reader a window into some of the outside expertise Tejon has developed in approaching his conflict with Lobo, and ultimately assuage any doubts as to who holds the cards in this whole imbroglio.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbb0m45RKKUXWSOoOdit25uON_abAlnU2po0e37C1ypWpL78_oE4oPZ_G__iaw7h7bGpC2nZjKoc3cfJt1_TzYlggM0bH-5YAo1dwMjiHHR_Lsx7HfzPo_cqVHo5EAbJIjn3VP3gjkxY0/s1600-h/DSC03813.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbb0m45RKKUXWSOoOdit25uON_abAlnU2po0e37C1ypWpL78_oE4oPZ_G__iaw7h7bGpC2nZjKoc3cfJt1_TzYlggM0bH-5YAo1dwMjiHHR_Lsx7HfzPo_cqVHo5EAbJIjn3VP3gjkxY0/s320/DSC03813.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438606169022607506" /></a><br />In this scenario we find Tejon face to face with a large boa. That the boa is already dead is of no import. Rather what is significant is the panache with which he handles the corpse and suavely poses for a photo. Approaching a snake is tricky business and the Tejon has discovered that the most efficient means of dealing with them is to avoid them altogether. However, in the event that a machete wielding Mexican has already smashed its head and left it dead in the road the rules of engagement change. Here it is advisable to advance upon the beast and lift it by the tail while a willing ally snaps a quick photo. This photographic evidence can later be used to impress upon the enemy (Lobo) the masculine virility of his adversary. Take a glance at the video to see the master at work.<br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxQQfuLMzoLPGeLqCG8eolPrgXSF_a6O3ffVbk9c2i_JfKbBX4OsMB33l6PTHwZb09yAFgFtYQNsXOA1FMSHQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Tejonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12195517881382136242noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2842945934050247275.post-71814068969244780802010-02-16T16:12:00.000-08:002010-03-06T14:37:04.091-08:00Wolf Den: A Dispatch From the Front<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUv_oMuEZNhNIHIYKZb_0WqlZplbXBygBw3RuQ3P8xiomw_QiiNLsJtTfLq4DwrsdrhqiGGEAJs-0Ggbib7uNiiHjNNRPjyoKiTSlf_83UZoHnu0CodpRZTOeYGBWemmfj4BIMJvyNiCI/s1600-h/DSC03077.JPG"></a>Most everyone is well aware of the adage that advises the battle savvy to keep their friends close and their enemies closer. This is for all intents and purposes a foolish and trite sentiment. But what about when those same weary veterans are granted access to their enemies' most inner sanctums? Should they shy away from such privileged access? Should sanctimony trump strategic espionage? The Badger knows that the answer to that question is a resounding no!<br /><br />Here, for your consideration, he puts forth a series of photographs from deep within enemy territory. And for those of you who might read some kind of homoeroticism into the title of this post, shame! It is obvious that the motif is Roman Bath, and nothing screams heteronormative like Roman Bath. Check your conclusions at the door.<br /><br /><div><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgunLdsQe6EQMEE-dR7OhrtpQrYbhNPst3pfAdbGP6sQkV8xQTsOVMK6VmAy6a2oQSP8RLNH-JgQg_NabfneAxbdf5Wnvb3EcsyfsZEcoUqReOby_MKCFfqD_Nkv6lPC8rrV3h0Y_32nL4/s320/DSC03074.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438881882322605330" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span></span></span></span></span>A Striking Edifice</div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpBdR-82q8H2a6SU0hD2QU2EGypav96I1IqKrv_G99xZk13roEZmV2fvUSVcFvAOMn6d46X8AglEIeS65a8cj5BRBLV3MyVMdCIhpwJZHcC0U3zIfgfhRvZ1HZzWMEb9L2UuSo_pZ6lZ8/s320/DSC04599.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439012437582071826" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><div style="text-align: center;">Don Quixote! Is that you, Sancho Panza?</div></span></span></span></div><br /><div><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN49vkO9y2v37bHmQHCa_xaE_H-HXw4kj7uqdSaYO73SLKMzSOjUi_Rs4q4fBROWqrYyef-IGECIpb2LdbjVJIjwzqe2-EC_dhhB287CWwzQPb8W5m_Hy-NzjwdTTUd1NKZhiEawIbwes/s320/DSC03079.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438869085496036626" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><div style="text-align: center;">Another Marble Clad Vista</div></span></span><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUv_oMuEZNhNIHIYKZb_0WqlZplbXBygBw3RuQ3P8xiomw_QiiNLsJtTfLq4DwrsdrhqiGGEAJs-0Ggbib7uNiiHjNNRPjyoKiTSlf_83UZoHnu0CodpRZTOeYGBWemmfj4BIMJvyNiCI/s320/DSC03077.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438865146826095986" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><div style="text-align: center;">Imagine what Caligula could have done with this place.</div></span></span></div></div></div></div></div>Tejonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12195517881382136242noreply@blogger.com0