Who's the fellow in the picture, Froz? Somebody renting pasture land from you?
Posted by: apostropher at February 22, 2007 08:18 AMI saw the foal and thought - Oh No ! What Bad Thing Happened To That Little Horse ! - and then I saw - Oh look, it's Froz. Everything is safe and good. I can look now.
Posted by: owlmother at February 22, 2007 09:22 AMThat newborn critter is actually a North Carolinian. The fellow is Phil. We lived at the edge of his farm the last year in NC, off Old Hillsborough Rd, after we sold the place in Mebane. It's the next house up the dirt road from where we lived. I'm pretty sure you met him. He's just hard to recognize without a beer can in his hand.
Posted by: froz gobo at February 22, 2007 09:37 AMThat's Phil! Of course it is. I assumed the new arrival was out there in California and you had a neighbor who kinda resembled Phil.
Posted by: apostropher at February 22, 2007 09:41 AMowlmother, I understand. At first, I counted the number of legs, heads, and tails, and then wondered "What's this picture doing on Apostropher?" Then I saw the author.
Posted by: John Johnson at February 22, 2007 09:48 AMAt first, I counted the number of legs, heads, and tails, and then wondered "What's this picture doing on Apostropher?"
Ditto. Except, before realizing it was posted by Froz, I then thought, "Well maybe it's a link to a video of the little thing kicking that guy in the crotch or something."
Posted by: M/tch M/lls at February 22, 2007 10:01 AM3, 6, 7: I've put Froz in charge of the earnest posts here.
Posted by: apostropher at February 22, 2007 12:55 PMAdorable.
Except--"family portrait"? Phil's the Daddy? Damn.
Posted by: bitchphd at February 22, 2007 07:56 PMThat's why I love this place. I post a cute little photo essay about a baby horse - a baby horse, sick people! - and what follows are almost wistful longings for freakish mutations, groin injuries, and beastiality.
Posted by: froz gobo at February 23, 2007 12:53 AMIt is a cute horse, and I liked it! I was just momentarily confused because it didn't, um, fit the pattern.
Posted by: John Johnson at February 23, 2007 09:51 AMand what follows are almost wistful longings for freakish mutations, groin injuries, and beastiality.
I wasn't longing for those things, I was bracing myself for them. It's a Pavlovian response due to posts like this.
Posted by: M/tch M/lls at February 23, 2007 09:52 AMJohn, I left a comment on your blog, but neither typing the href manually nor using the link button made a link appear. Which meant I ended up leaving three comments. Am I doing something wrong?
Posted by: apostropher at February 23, 2007 10:06 AMI fixed the link. I'm not sure what's going on, but with 10,000 spam comments caught up in my spam blocker in the last two months or so, I'm afraid to tweak too much. (And I didn't see any of your links caught up in there anyway.) So I don't know what's going on.
Back to your regularly scheduled normal horses.
Posted by: John Johnson at February 23, 2007 10:38 AMYeah, I don't think it's a spam filter issue, as that would have blocked the comment altogether, right?
Posted by: apostropher at February 23, 2007 11:04 AMNot as gross as Krispy-Kreme bacon cheeseburgers. Maybe someone can invent the Krispy-Kreme horse-spam cheeseburger, when I'm long gone.
Posted by: John Johnson at February 26, 2007 01:14 PMNot as gross as Krispy-Kreme bacon cheeseburgers
Now you're just trolling.
Posted by: apostropher at February 28, 2007 05:19 PMJust think, someday that little critter will grow old, and then end up in Japan as sashimi, sukiyaki or shabu shabu ...
Posted by: SlouchingTom at March 1, 2007 12:06 AM