Saturday, August 05, 2017

The Farce Awakens

ISLA BUNGLAR, Off Costa Rica -- In completely unanticipated developments, Kahuna announced today that He had been rudely awakened from His slumber of more than sixty moons by the rise in average global temperature and corresponding decline in human intelligence.  Speaking to KNN via satellite phone from the decidedly hostile territory of Professor Gordon’s secret laboratory off the coast of Costa Rica, Kahuna noted that recent events presented great potential for buffoonery.  He added that He intended to make the most of them.

While the proprietor of the facility is not believed to have been at hand during Kahuna’s unwelcome incursion, a contingent of Gordon’s porcupines and polecats are thought to have escorted Kahuna off the island.

In a subsequent interview, Gordon told KNN that he was infuriated by Kahuna bloviating from his private property.  He also hazarded that sleep apnea or a nighttime visit by the Potty Monkey was more likely to have been a factor in the awakening of Kahuna.

This is a developing story and KNN will continue to provide live fabrication.

Wednesday, August 01, 2012

Jojo

Jojo (Copyright © B Kahuna 2012)
PANADURA, Sri Lanka -- Newly inducted household canine Jojo peeks from under the dining table of Kahuna's Lair.

Jojo likes members of the Federation of Independent Cats, whom she grooms and prefers all forms of food other than her own.  In her free time, she likes to lick and nibble on the accessible appendages of other members of the household and be a general nuisance with her squeaky toys. Posted by Picasa

Sunday, March 25, 2012

A Conspiracy of Cockerels or the Way of the Rooster

Editor's Note: Readers are cautioned that this post contains large lexemes.  Those with corollary disease should consult their lawyers prior to further ingress such that a regrettable lexical calamity might be avoided.

ROOSTERVILLE, Sri Lanka -- KNN has been called in to investigate mysterious happenings in the Colombo metropolis during the past few months.  Residents of Wellawatte report of being unceremoniously roused in the dead of the night by the incessant crowing of roosters (Gallus gallus domesticus), albeit temporally challenged ones.  Under the quiescent cover of darkness, the cacophonous overtures are said to burst forth suddenly, like sporadic gunfire, shattering the tranquil slumber of the populace.  All accounts suggest that more than one deranged bird is involved in this dastardly scheme to subvert the enumeration of sheep.

Kahuna and the Genie set up camp in the aggrieved neighborhood a few weeks ago to study this strange phenomenon firsthand.  After several overnight vigils, they confirmed that a league of infernal roosters was indeed crowing raucously in the wee hours, long before any vestiges of astronomical twilight and as early as a quarter past eleven in the night.  The sun, they concluded, had no part to play in this ostrobogulous melodrama.

Citing contemporary research[1], Kahuna noted that whilst most sensible roosters crow at dawn or in the morning hours, less balanced fowl could potentially crow at any hour of the day, particularly when agitated.  Roosters, being territorial animals, also crow in response to a rival's call.  An in-depth study by Leonard and Horn[2] found that dominant roosters are more vocal, crowing more often and at a higher frequencies.  Dominant roosters also respond more vocally to rivals than subordinate roosters.  The study concludes that crowing is a means establishing the pecking order among roosters. Kahuna speculated that if sufficient dominant roosters are collocated carelessly, a broadcast storm could manifest.  This, He theorized, would sound similar to the vile fugue wafting through the night air in Colombo.

Continuing his diatribe, Kahuna said the historical record is replete with accounts of discombobulated roosters.  He noted one such case of a befuddled bird in The Mansions of the Gods[3], from the chronicles of Asterix, by the sublime Goscinny and Uderzo.  In this narrative, in or around 50 B.C., the village rooster—later identified as Chanticleerix[4]—is agitated by a Roman-lead uprooting of trees in the adjacent forest and awakens the whole village by crowing in the middle of the night.  The regrettable events thus set in motion prove to be the undoing of the glorious general's[5] latest plan to conquer all (yes, all) of Gaul.

Back in the present time, Kahuna said that He suspects a hidden hand orchestrating the rooster inharmonic of Colombo.  Arguing that recent events had sinister overtones not readily explained by the laws of chance, He mused that the errant birds may be in the pay of that shadowy genius, volumetric ornithologistProfessor Ebenezer Gordon. According to Kahuna, Gordon has mastered fowl language and is able to communicate with the feather-brained.  The precision aerial baguette strike on the Large Hadron Collider (LHC) at CERN and the recent airdrop of a deer fawn on a Montana power line by a renegade bald eagle are believed to have been executed at the behest of the arch-zoologist.

Much to Kahuna's disappointment, evidence incriminating Gordon failed to materialize during inquiries.  He finally commissioned a cloud[6] of bats to locate the offending roosters, presumably by means of echo-location.  This admittedly batty strategy laid bare the complex but organized nature of the rooster cabal.  The cockerels were found to be widely distributed across the neighborhood in a multichannel surround sound configuration.  The contingent of roosters comprising the low-frequency effects channel was discovered to be deviously installed on hallowed ground, at an ancient temple with an impeccant name.  From this blessed perch, the infernal creatures would harass the neighborhood not only with discordant impunity, but also veritable diplomatic immunity. Astoundingly, the focus of this multichannel rooster audio network was found to be a dwelling occupied by none other than that proponent of Haddockism and Taschist ideology, the Admiral.  Billions of bilious blue blistering barnacles, indeed. In ten thousand thundering typhoons, no less.

When confronted with the evidence, the Admiral readily admitted being the potentate governing the Rooster Empire with its declared purpose of outsourcing rooster crowing for the entire planet.  KNN learned that the service is delivered at dawn in customer timezones using high-fidelity audio streamed over the Internet from Rooster Central. The Rooster Keeper scoffed at concerns of a breach of the peace in Wellawatte arguing that, "it's happy hour somewhere in the world."

In an exclusive interview with KNN, Kahuna said that the evidence falls into place and hazarded a sinister motive behind the Admiral's penchant for driving past the temple in question at every available opportunity, despite shorter routes between point A and point B.  He concluded that this was nothing but a ruse to furtively twiddle the low-frequency effects channel infested by particularly rebellious roosters.  Adding insult to injury, Kahuna further alleged that Rooster Central is left on autopilot with the Admiral residing in a quiet neighborhood far away from the clangorous monstrosity she created in Wellawatte.   It was only a matter of time, He prophesied, before the highly rattled population of Wellawatte takes matters into their own hands.  In a seemingly unrelated development, the torch and pitchfork futures market surged in after-hours trading shortly after Kahuna's interview aired on KNN.

On that uneasy note, we conclude the Way of the Rooster.  Tune in next time, when Professor Gordon talks about his navy of lake monsters in the Chattahoochee River in Atlanta.

[1] Jennifer Nemec. “Secret of the Rooster’s Crow.” GRIT, February 2008.

[2] Leonard, Marty L, and Andrew G Horn. “Crowing in relation to status in roosters.” Animimal Behaviour 49 (1995): 1283-1290.

[3] Goscinny, R, and A Uderzo. The Mansions of the Gods. Translated by Anthea Bell and Derrick Hockridge. Kent: Hodder Dargaud, 1984.

[4] Goscinny, R, and A Uderzo. Asterix and the Class Act. Translated by Anthea Bell and Derrick Hockridge. London: Orion, 2003.

[5] A reference to Gaius Julius Caesar, who preferred the third person when referring to himself, no doubt provoking Marcus Junius Brutus et al., in the process.

[6] The collective noun for bats according to Scorpio Tales.

Saturday, December 24, 2011

Gordon Grounded in Reindeer Mutiny

NORTH POLE, Arctic Circle -- In alarming news, KNN has just learned that Professor Ebenezer Gordon, Chairman and Grand Poobah of Gordon Industries, Inc., has been placed under house arrest and confined to his North Pole complex by a contingent of heavily-antlered reindeer.

This latest incident brings to a head the bitter industrial dispute between Gordon's loss-making Santa Claus business and his reindeer. The squabble originated four years ago with Gordon outsourcing his logistics to Bajaj in a bid to check rising supply chain costs. The move was widely condemned at the time by both his reindeer and environmental groups.

In a conversation with Kahuna a few weeks ago, Gordon revealed that no progress was made in resolving the dispute and hinted that the situation could take a turn for the worse:
Kahuna (K): Ho ho ho!
Gordon (G): Ho ho ho!
K: Have you settled with your reindeer?
G: No, we are using Segways this year.
K: So, you've been grounded?
G: Indeed. We're in talks with Virgin Atlantic, though.
K: To what end?
G: Segways have a limited range you know X-(
K: Isn't it simpler to settle the industrial dispute with your reindeer? X-(
G: I'm also in talks with a venison supplier X-(
K: Have you added yourself to your list of coal recipients? X-(
G: Not yet.
K: The Reindeer Union may well arrange a stampede across your person.
A spokesdeer for the Reindeer Union confirmed reports that last-minute talks broke down over the contentious matter of Gordon's ballooning girth requiring the sleigh to be classified as heavy according to FAA regulations. The spokesdeer admitted that matters had also turned ugly during Rudolf's recent performance review leading to several derogatory postings on Facebook.

North Pole sources, speaking on the condition of anonymity, said that an extraordinary general meeting of the Reindeer Union was in session. It is reliably understood that the reindeer will take matters into their own hooves and report back to work in time to make tonight's delivery run. However, this is expected to be minus Gordon, who will remain sequestered for the time being with a steady supply of donuts and cat videos.

On that festive note, we wish everyone a Merry Christmas!

PS: More of Scott Metzger's holiday cartoons are available on his website.

Tiger Lily


Tiger Lily (Copyright © B Kahuna 2011)

PANADURA, Sri Lanka -- The occupation of Kahuna's Lair continues on Christmas Eve. Here we see Tiger taking up space in a flower pot after breakfast, the incumbent plant notwithstanding.

Further occupation is expected over the holiday weekend. Posted by Picasa

Sunday, December 11, 2011

The Federation of Independent Cats


Tiger Tail (Copyright © 2011 B Kahuna)


Tiger (Copyright © 2011 B Kahuna)


Twigger (Copyright © 2011 B Kahuna)

PANADURA, Sri Lanka -- Members of the Federation of Independent Cats (FIC) posed for photographs recently during a breakfast meeting at Kahuna's Lair. Kahuna revealed that Tiger Tail, Tiger, Twigger and Smokey (not pictured) visit for meals daily and occupy His household appliances with impunity despite rumblings by household canine Rozzwell and evil glares by household feline Waffles.

Kahuna added that His oven was occupied by Tiger Tail last night and His washing machine was currently being occupied by Tiger. He denied suggestions that the Federation of Independent Cats was inaugurated to oppose the feline-infested Gordon Administration, but did not rule out airdropping catnip over Gordon's stronghold in Kendiliyaddapaluwa.

Many cats were fed in course of this production. Posted by Picasa

Occupy Washing Machine



Occupy Washing Machine (Copyright © B Kahuna 2011)

Panadura, Sri Lanka -- Visiting feline Tiger continues his occupation of the washing machine in Kahuna's Lair during an energetic spin cycle, despite objections raised by household canine Rozzwell.

No felines were harmed during this production.  However, a tick found to be occupying Tiger's left ear was summarily evicted. Posted by Picasa

Sunday, March 20, 2011

The Way of the Kebab

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
The Way of the Kebab (Copyright © The Genie & B Kahuna 2011)

COLOMBO, Sri Lanka -- We're back after many moons and there's much to report. It was only last week that buffoonery of gastronomic proportions was cooked up at Kahuna's Lair, during an unusually tranquil meeting between Kahuna and the Genie.

Highly non-bogus kebabs were fabricated by Kahuna from teriyaki-marinated chicken, mushrooms, green peppers, onions, tomatoes and poly-chromatic bell peppers. Grilled to perfection, these were served with a potato salad whose protagonist was aided and abetted by a supporting cast of hard-boiled eggs, green peppers, onions, parsley, apple cider vinegar, sugar, mayonnaise, chili powder, salt and pepper.

The Genie, who insists on letting Kahuna do the heavy lifting, made himself useful with the camera, armed with as always, with a 50mm lens. There is no documented evidence of the kebabs after their stint in the oven as there was no dilly-dally tucking in.

This meal has been rated by the Genie to be NB-complete. On that mouth-watering note, we must bid you good night. Posted by Picasa

Sunday, December 05, 2010

The Kahuna-Gordon Messages: Part 27 - A Dance to a Different Tuna

PANADURA, Sri Lanka -- Sometime in the murky depths of the past, Kahuna and Professor Gordon began bickering about SQL and ended up in a watery misadventure, the transcript of which is presented below in evidence:
Gordon (G): Are you handy with SQL?
Kahuna (K): !@$@#$@#$ Do I look like E F Codd? X-(
G: No you look like a cod, but that's a different story by Seven Seas.
K: You're packing the omega-3 fatty acids aren't you?
G: I'll whack you with a pike if you dont watch it.
K: This is not the time and plaice for this X-(
G: There's no need for roe comments X-(
K: You're fishing in troubled waters, I tell you X-(
G: I'm not falling for that bait X-(
G: This whole conversation stinks.
K: You've already swallowed it hook, line and sinker if you ask me.
G: You'll need a shark cage to protect you when I get my hands on you X-(
K: You might have to evolve fins first by Darwin X-(
G: Actually, I'll use the hammer-head approach.
K: A swordfish attack in the rear will change your tune X-(
G: I'm not going to dance to your tuna X-(
K: There's no need to whale about this.
G: You're the one spawning animosity X-(
K: And you're trawling for any dirt you can get X-(
G: Nonsense, I'm swimming against the tide to avoid conflict X-(
K: You're out of your depth here, give up.
G: On the contrary, you've sunken to an all-time low.
K: Keeping you afloat has certainly taken its toll X-(
G: Look who's talking, you're driving me to the drink X-(
K: You should be in Davy Jones's Locker X-(
G: And you should be on the menu at Joe's Crab Shack X-(
K: Unlike the cockles and mussels mentioned in that song[1], you won't be alive when I'm through with you X-(
G: I'll plot with your mother to get you married off to that woman renowned for selling seashells by the seashore[2X-(
K: I'd prefer C Shells myself, thank you X-(
G: I'll put you on exhibit at Sea World if you don't watch it.
K: You're as persistent as a barnacle X-(
G: This conversation is getting quite stale :-l
K: It's gotten quite rotten by Unhygienix.
G: And it started with E F Codd :-L
K: By you X(
G: Nonsense, you brought Codd into the equation in response to a simple query (pun intended) X-(
K: I will have you tied up in an outer join X-(
G: You won't have a boy scout around to save your ass when the goons arrive. 
On that admittedly incongruent note, we must cast off.  Tune in next time when Gordon recounts of the hunt for Red October in his bathtub.

[1] "Molly Malone," also known as "Cockles and Mussels," the unofficial anthem of Dublin, Ireland.
[2] Fossil collector and paleontologist Mary Anning, the basis for Terry Sullivan's 1908 tongue twister, "She sells seashells."