I suppose I’m gonna have to cite a few examples. Until somebody whizzes on the Electric Fence.Īnd yet we’re all doing it, the ample mass, volume and functionality of our brains notwithstanding. Just look at the box (along with the accompanying image of Sven and Stimpy), and tell me it doesn’t give you the urge to belt out a robust chorus of that Stinky Weezleteats classic: “Happy, Happy, Joy, Joy”: And one can’t hardly blame them for their enthusiasm. He then, by way of comparison, pulls out a pair of tweezers, sticks it into his cranial cavity and removes his own grey matter, which turns out to be smaller than a single pellet of birdseed.īut the moment of pure magic arrives when they both realize that they share a favorite board game - you guessed it – DWotEF. “Oh it’s just my brain” responds Stimpy, as he stuffs it back into the space between his ears. In one memorable scene, Stimpy tilts his head and out pops a pink globule about the size of a marble. Much to Ren’s rage, Sven and Stimpy form an immediate and profound “bromance”. While Ren is lean, jumpy and perpetually irritable, Sven is fat, lethargic, affable and patently stupid. The plotline involves a visit of Ren’s cousin Sven, from an unnamed Scandinavian country probably Sweden. There is a new documentary about the making of “Ren and Stimpy” that dropped into streaming-land a couple of days ago, and one of the 2nd tier cable networks (forget which) just announced an R/S reboot, to be released later this year.īut let’s talk about the episode in question for a bit (why? My blog/my rules). Viacom (owner of was the brainchild of Sumner Redstone, who died this week, at the age of 97. Most specifically, it originates from the magnificent animated, Nick at Nite series “Ren and Stimpy”, which blew the minds of Viacom viewers (including yours truly) in the early ‘90s. However, beyond this, there are a number of reasons why the topic is timely. Because (as you know) I am watching you, and my observation is that your Electric Fence whizzing activities are running rampant. In any event, I find myself annoyingly compelled, in this week’s note, to yet again lecture you on this topic.

But, then again, on balance, ladies tend to have a more sensible approach to Electric Fence-whizzing (and other matters) than do their male counterparts.

And fellas, trust me, it’s a bad move on your part.Īnd as for the ladies? Well, never mind. So, bad things happen when you whiz on the Electric Fence,īut you guys keep doing it. So, for the umpteenth time: The Electric Fence is a barrier that is chockful of dangerous current, for which your “whiz” (which emanates from your anatomy) is a powerful conductor. Because the stakes have never been higher. Just don’t do it! I shouldn’t have to keep reminding you of this, but, in the name of sacred duty, I find that I must continue the thread.

Don t whiz on the electric fence