#Don t whiz on the electric fence portable#

He walks over to a door in the wall, inserts a quarter, and the door lifts to reveal a horse. Concussions Get You High: Stimpy excuses himself because 'It's time for my appointment'.Collector of the Strange: Ren collects such things as coprolites, opera records and samples of 'rare incurable diseases'.Brotherhood of Funny Hats: Stimpy and Sven are lodge brothers from the Loyal Order of Stupids, who apparently wear inflated rubber gloves over their heads.

Also, the scenes where Stimpy and Sven roll the dice for their game and when Ren threatens to tear their arms out were shortened, possibly for timing purposes (though the latter most likely to lessen the frightening mental image).Nickelodeon objected to 'pee' (though pretty much everyone agreed that 'whiz' was funnier). Originally, 'Don't Whiz on the Electric Fence' was supposed to be called 'Don't Pee on the Electric Fence'.Bowdlerization: Stimpy and Sven playing circus in the closet (with Stimpy declaring that he's a sword swallower) and many of Ren's gruesome threats to Stimpy and Sven were cut by Nickelodeon, and BBC Two in the UK.Originally, the devil was actually going to be George Liquor himself in a devil costume, but since Nickelodeon disliked the character, he was changed into a traditional big red Satan, but still retained George's facial features and Michael Pataki's voice.'So, you whizzed on the electric fence, didn't ya?' Having reached beyond any level of rationality, Ren confronts Stimpy and Sven, outlining the horrible and violent things he has in store for them, only to break momentarily to pee. Ren comes home to find the house destroyed, and his collections of opera records, incurable diseases and dinosaur droppings ruined. Later, they fight the boredom of a rainy day by playing 'the funnest game in the whole wide world', 'Don't Whiz on the Electric Fence'. Ren leaves for work, and Stimpy and Sven play seek-and-hide and spend time in Stimpy's litterbox. Stimpy and Sven immediately become the best of friends, sharing their collections of spit and nose goblins, and revealing that they're both members of the Loyal Order of Stupids. He anticipates a fruitful visit from his intellectual cousin Sven, but Sven turns out to be as dumb as Stimpy. Stimpy's stupidity has really started to get on Ren's nerves. It is the first to be finished after John K. But most of all, I love a landscape with no fences at all.'Sven Hoek' is the fourth episode of the second season of The Ren & Stimpy Show.

#Don t whiz on the electric fence portable#

I'm grateful to the farmers who keep good boundary fences that stop stock wandering on to the road, and equally appreciative of the cell grazing farmers who use light, electric or portable fencing to control stock and rest the land for long periods between intensive grazing. This simple change allows Roos and Koalas to cross without damage and doesn't catch bats. I did however use plain wire instead of barbed for the top wires. I rely on mine to keep the dogs contained and not chasing wildlife. Of course, fences are also very practical and necessary. Why do we still make such harsh fences? Our desire to mark and control boundaries may, deep down, reflect our insecurity and our desire to control. Maybe it's a hang-over from how the early settlers felt as they worked hard to dispossess the land from Aboriginal people and wild ecosystems: 'This bit is mine - stay out,' as if to reinforce the point, we moved away from the softer hedges and stone walls of the English motherland and even made our wire barbed, with spikes designed to scratch and bite any who dare cross. People accept that certain paths have been walked for hundreds or thousands of years and no individual in time has the right to interrupt this, but that tradition didn't make it here. In the Azores, paddocks were bordered with massive hydrangea hedges and in Timor Leste the only way to find out who owned what land, or even stands of trees, was to ask a local! Interestingly, the 'right to ramble' is enshrined in Britain and it is quite normal to have established walking trails through private property. In India and most of Asia I saw few fences. In the State of New York farms meld into each other and most suburbs I saw didn't have fences between houses. I've been fortunate to travel through many countries and I think Australians might be amongst the most zealous fencers in the world. And this makes me think of fencing more generally. I suddenly felt more part of the entire landscape, not confined to a narrow strip of land that I was permitted to be on. A while back a couple of landholders had removed fences to replace them and while they were gone it was remarkable how much this changed the feel of driving through the country. OFTEN as I drive to town along Vale Road I reflect on the fencing.