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.

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 ornithologist, Professor 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.

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. 

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. 

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. 

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. 

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^[2] X-(

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." 

Unquotable Quotes - Part 43

Is this the time you come home on a school night? Tsk, Tsk.

— Vandoofus, disapproving of Kahuna turning up in the wee hours.

I will do as I please.

— Kahuna, in his own defense.

You need to get spanked. Er wait, you might like that.

— Vandoofus, having second thoughts on disciplining Kahuna.

I have stopped spinning.

— Vandoofus to Kahuna, on regaining control of his vestibular system.

So now you're a non-rotating black hole?

— Kahuna to Vandoofus, reaching an extremely dense conclusion.

She had a bow and arrows in the car, what do you expect?

— Vandoofus to Kahuna, on the Admiral gaining unsanctioned ingress to his building.

I will send Akio Toyoda over to beat you senseless with an accelerator pedal.

— Kahuna to Gordon, seeking speedy dispute resolution.

Sorry, the Bill of Rights does not cover 1080p.

— Kahuna, dismissing Gordon's contention that HDTV was well within his rights.

Thus proving he doesn't require authorization from resident fruit bats to do anything.

— Gordon, learning of Kahuna being bypassed in formulating the household IPTV policy by His Paternal One.

Have you negotiated with your father to not set parental controls on the device?

— Gordon to Kahuna, adding insult to injury.

I will compile the unabridged and unedited version of your biography to be presented to your offspring.

— Kahuna to Gordon, retaliating with the threat of releasing sensitive information.

SLT has also provided catnip for the household feline.

— Kahuna to Gordon, noting value-added services for cats bundled with IPTV.

Mama baya ne!

— Diya Rakusa, defying Kahuna's threat of disclosing his decidedly colorful past.

And you expect all of us to come pick you up at the airport?

— Kahuna, outraged at Vandoofus demanding an entourage on arrival from the orient.

Not a wise course of action on the Ides of March, methinks.

— Kahuna, issuing a veiled threat on receipt of a general insult from Gordon.

Why is he the Genie?

— Vandoofus to Kahuna, questioning the Genie Identity.

He likes to be rubbed.

— Kahuna, enlightening Vandoofus on the Way of the Genie.

Oh? Are you Alladin?

— Vandoofus, taking a dim view of Kahuna's role in the Way of the Genie.

That was a sub-optimal blow job.

— Kahuna to Vandoofus, concluding that the blowhole (hummanaya) in Kudawala sucked after a decidedly feeble performance.

You can see Niagara Falls for free.

— Gordon to Kahuna, on being told of the daylight robbery legislated by the Tangalle Pradeshiya Sabha in charging admission to view the blowhole.

Not to mention the quasi-bogus visitor center that seems to be modeled after some species of octopus.

— Kahuna to Gordon, critiquing the Tangalle Pradeshiya Sabha's cephalopod-inspired architecture.

Will you abuse the words 'blow' and 'hole'?

— Gordon to Kahuna, noting high potential for buffoonery presented by current events.

If I get any better I will code myself out of the matrix.

— Vandoofus's Superlative Programming Dilemma.

Maybe your code will work if you get better.

— Kahuna's Corollary to Vandoofus's Superlative Programming Dilemma.

I see a guy wearing pink slippers; hope he messes with me.

— The Genie to Kahuna, spotting a suitable victim in his continuing quest for needless violence.

I read your messages to my wife.

— Huggles, voicing displeasure at insinuations made about his technical skills in Kahuna's communications with HRH.

Did you know that Yoda's voice and Miss Piggy's voice is the same?

— The Admiral to Kahuna, discovering the dark secrets of Frank Oz.

Bring this up now, do you?

— Kahuna, displeased at the Admiral's inconvenient discoveries.

The Pursuit of Halibits

PANADURA, Sri Lanka -- Yesterday's Get Fuzzy strip was hilarious:

Satchel and Bucky are massive clowns. Visit Get Fuzzy on Comics.com for more.

The Four Heavenly Kings

The Four Heavenly Kings (Copyright © B Kahuna 2010) 

MULKIRIGALA, Sri Lanka -- Three of the Four Heavenly Kings in bas-relief at a temple on the third terrace of the Mulkirigala Raja Maha Viharaya in the Hambantota district.

The first bas-relief is of Vaishravana (in Sanskrit romanization). The next are of Virūpāksha and Dhrtharāshthra, although it is unclear which is which. The Cheese Justice obstructed the capture of the last photograph. Sadly, no photograph was taken of Virūdhaka, in his blue glory.

In Buddhist cosmology, the Four Heavenly Kings reside on the lower slopes of Mount Sumeru and each watches over a cardinal direction of the world.

Captured on 21^st March 2010 with a Canon EOS 30D (EF 50mm 1:1.8 II) on shutter priority (1/80th of a second) at ISO 400. Adjusted for tone and saturation in Picasa. 

The Hand of Justice

 
The Hand of Justice (Copyright © B Kahuna 2010) 

MULKIRIGALA, Sri Lanka -- The Hand of Justice, specifically that of the Cheese Justice, blatantly sails into Kahuna's composition of one of the Four Heavenly Kings (Lokapala) at a temple on the third terrace of the Mulkirigala Raja Maha Viharaya.

Captured on 21^st March 2010 with a Canon EOS 30D (EF 50mm 1:1.8 II) on shutter priority (1/80^th of a second) at ISO 400. Adjusted for tone and saturation in Picasa. 

Lemmaless in New York

NEW YORK, New York -- Just days after the loss of his lemma and then the tragic disappearance of his thesaurus, St Vandoofus has turned to his music for solace. Written while he was sleepless in DC, the new single released just moments ago was simply titled, Lemmaless in New York.

Ee-e-e-um-um-a-weh
Ee-e-e-um-um-a-weh

In the Jungle,
the concrete jungle,
the lemma's lost tonight.
In the apple,
the big apple,
the lemma's lost tonight.

Kahuna's behind this
Kahuna's behind this
Kahuna's behind this
I'm sure!

Hush my lemma,
don't fear my lemma
I'll find you lemma tonight.
Hush my lemma
don't fear my lemma
thesaurus wouldn't bite!

Ojaye.....!

Na-na-na-na-na-na-naaaaa
Na-na-na-na-na-na-naaaaa

Vinodayata Kahuna lemma-yek mata ewala
Maha kalaye lemma nathiwela
Lemma hoyanna mama thesaurus-wa yawala
Aiyaiyo dennama dhan naa....ojaye...!

Oye ojaye
Lemma nathi welane
Oye ojaye
Lemma nathi welane

The Mystery of the Missing Thesaurus (Featuring St Vandoofus)

NEW YORK CITY, New York -- In the aftermath of the lemma crisis, we must ask ourselves what would happen if St Vandoofus shared his apartment with like-minded, lexically-challenged companions and had urgent need for the thesaurus.

Today's Get Fuzzy strip by Darby Conley does a fantastic job of illustrating the ensuing chaos:

Ah, pure genius! For more of Satchel, Bucky and Rob Wilco, visit Get Fuzzy on Comics.com.

Ode to Vandoofus

Oh, give me a home where the guanaco roam,
Where the lemma and the alpaca play,
Where seldom is heard a humongous word
And the skies are not cloudy all day.

Home, home on the range,
Where the lemma and the alpaca play;
Where seldom is heard a humongous word
And the skies are not cloudy all day.

— Big Kahuna, with apologies to "Home on the Range" by John A Lomax and Dr Brewster Higley.

Of Savage Lemmas and Deadly Corollaries

NEW YORK CITY, New York -- Outright buffoonery took place a few days ago when crackpot lexicologist and unconventional orthographer, St Vandoofus redefined parts of the English language and caused chaos across two continents.

It all started with a conversation between the Holy One and Kahuna on the perfectly innocent topic of computer programming, but soon became a quagmire involving the Admiral and the Cheese Justice. The Holy One was holding forth about his coding skills:

Vandoofus (V): I will be coding till I am 80.
Kahuna (K): Do you think you'll be better at it then? :-D
V: If I get any better I will code myself out of the Matrix X-(
K: Maybe your code will work if you get better :-P
V: That's a good quote: If I get any better I will code myself out of the Matrix :-D
K: LOL, and my corollary :-P
V: What's a corollary?
K: Well, it's different from a lemma: [definition of corollary]
V: Why don't you speak English? My lawyer and I spend a lot of time referencing the dictionary trying to figure what the hell you are saying.
K: I just gave you the correct dictionary reference :-P
V: X-(

Peeved at encountering multiple page faults, Vandoofus resorted to a furtive backchannel to summon reinforcements in the form of the Admiral:

Vandoofus (V): The dingbat is not letting me work.
The Admiral (A): What is he doing to you?
V: Using big words.
A: Big words about what?
V: Won't know till I look up the dictionary, and too busy to look up, thus my accusation: he is not letting me work.
A: Shoot him with a big arrow. Now.
V: Could you do it for me? I'm busy.

The ensuing ballistic action lead to a confrontation between the Admiral and Kahuna on another backchannel where the allegedly large lexemes were unmasked and laid bare:

Kahuna (K): The big words were "corollary" and "lemma".
The Admiral (A): Grrr.

At this juncture, the Admiral considered it wise to suspend the siege against Kahuna and declared a ceasefire given the large quantum of work involved in finding a replacement Kahuna. Vandoofus's nomination as Kahuna wannabe was disqualified early:

The Admiral (A): But, you don't use big words X-(
Vandoofus (V): Exactly X-(
A: You're then of no use: you don't have the ability to scare the skin off people at the highest levels.
V: By using big words? I can use other means.
A: No, it has to be big words.
V: I know a couple.
A: You couldn't manage "corollary" and "lemma", what have you got that's better?
V: I thought "corollary" is heart disease and "lemma" is an animal.

It is not everyday that a statement such as this is uttered. And with such gravitas. Indeed, we were fortunate to have been at hand to witness the sublime buffoonery of Vandoofus. Not so fortunate, the editorial staff of the Oxford English Dictionary, whose anguished wailing and gnashing of teeth could be heard as far south as Fat Phil's Angling Centre. The late PG Wodehouse might have gone so far as to say that the Chief Editor, "leaped in his chair with a wordless cry like that of a sleeping cat on whose tail some careless number-eleven shoe has descended." But, we digress. Kahuna was quick to retaliate:

Kahuna (K): I'm going to send a lemma to savage you X-(
Vandoofus (V): It's not that kind of animal: it's a nice pasture-grazing animal.
K: That's a cow, not a lemma X-(
K: "Vandoofus Savaged by Lemma, Dies of Corollary"
V: That sounds right, except a lemma is not a savage animal X-(
K: It doesn't take much to savage you, a squirrel could probably gnaw on your nuts.
V: It should be more like, "Vandoofus was photographing the lemmas grazing the Peruvian grassland on his trip to Peru, when he had a massive corollary."
K: Strunk said, "Omit needless words." Most of your sentence has got to go.
V: X-(

Meanwhile, Vandoofus also filed a complaint against Kahuna with his lawyer, the Cheese Justice. She lost no time in taking Kahuna to task for lexical harassment:

The Cheese Justice (C): You have been accused of using big words against my client!
Kahuna (K): So? "Vandoofus Savaged by Lemma, Dies of Corollary"
C: Grrrrrrr, this is what I mean! This is harassment of my client. I shall forthwith ban you from using such words on him in the future.
K: Your client was grazing the Peruvian grasslands at the time.
C: Oh a cow? Client = cow in Peru?
K: Yes.
C: With hoof and horns?
K: Yes, an ungulate.
C: Gah, there you go again!
K: Now what?
C: Ungulate! Too big! Harrassment! Grrrr.
K: Such grandiloquence X-(
C: I give up! I shall threaten at this point to bring in a witness.
K: Bah, hogwash.
C: [Ear-splitting scream summoning the Admiral]
K: Are you fibrillating now? X-(
C: [THUMP]

A rather violent legal action indeed. On that potentially litigious footnote to this tale of lexical excess, we must sign off.

No lemmas were harmed during this production. However, the safety of St Vandoofus, currently combing his apartment for lemmas, remains dodgy.

Nil Mānel

Nil Mānel (Copyright (cc) B Kahuna)

GALLE, Sri Lanka -- Close up of a Nil Mānel (Nympheae Stelleta) flower at The Fortress resort in Galle.

Captured on 20^th March 2010, using a Canon EOS 30D (EF 50mm 1:1.8 II) on aperture priority (f/4.5) with a resulting shutter speed of 1/40^th of second and ISO 200. 

Vase of Nil Mānel

Vase of Nil Mānel (Copyright (cc) 2010 Vandoofus)

GALLE, Sri Lanka -- An ornamental vase with Nil Mānel (Nympheae Stelleta), the national flower of Sri Lanka, at The Fortress resort in Galle. In English, Nil Mānel is often rendered as "blue lotus" or "blue water lily".

Captured on 20^th March 2010, using a Canon EOS 30D (EF 50mm 1:1.8 II) on manual exposure (aperture f/2.2, shutter 1/250^th of a second, ISO 200). 

Kahuna Ushers in New Era of Buffoonery

REPUBLIC OF BOSTON, Former Massachusetts -- At an impromptu briefing held a short while ago, Kahuna announced sweeping changes to the Circus, suspiciously coinciding with the Ides of March.  Calling the timing purely circumstantial, He downplayed rumors of resorting to brute force à la Junius Brutus.

Getting down to business, Kahuna proclaimed that the blog had been refreshed with an elegant new template designed by Google's Tina Chen.  This, He said was one of the several designs launched along with the new Blogger Template Designer, currently available for Blogger in Draft.  Kahuna claimed that He was pottering about with the widget template for most of Pi Day, which fell on Sunday, 14^th March.  He added that the fruit of his labors was best viewed in Firefox, suggesting that Internet Explorer was liable to make a hash of things.

Kahuna also took the opportunity to announce that He had acted autonomously and invited three new clowns to join the Circus:  The Cheese Justice, the Admiral and the Genie.  Brief, defamatory biographies follow:

The Cheese Justice: Well versed in the art of tort and litigation, the Cheese Justice enjoys a cultured dairy product or two when not defending her clown client, St Vandoofus.  She is certainly not hesitant to feed him to savage wild animals when he gets out of line, which is most of the time.

The Admiral: With ballistic weapons, cacti and Haddockisms at her disposal, the Admiral effortlessly commandeers entire venues at a moment's notice, leaving the staff quavering in their boots.  She conducts research in ichthyology during her spare time and is determined to make Vandoofus walk the plank into shark-infested waters.

The Genie: When he's not busy dreaming, playing chess or beating the crap out of people for the heck of it, the Genie operates a no-nonsense business model ("rub me and I shall give you wishes according to how good you look").   He is currently waiting for an excuse to pick a fight with Kahuna.

Closing his rambling keynote, Kahuna expressed confidence that the latest contingent of clowns would usher in a new era of buffoonery as never before seen upon this Earth.  On that provocative note, we end this post. 

Let the games begin.

Sambar in the Mist

Sambar in the Mist (Copyright (cc) B Kahuna 2006) 

HORTON PLAINS, Sri Lanka -- A Sri Lankan Sambar Deer (Rusa unicolor unicolor) frolicks as the mist rolls in near the car park at the Horton Plains National Park.

Captured on 29^th July 2006 with a Canon EOD 30D (EF-S 18-55mm 1:3.5-5.6 II) on Landscape Mode resulting in an aperture of f/8.0 and a shutter speed of 1/160^th of a second.