RLF (Rabbit Liberation Front)

Outside of the grand metropolis of Denver, Colorado is God's country. Well, I am unsure if it was God himself who declared this statement upon a massive billboard next to the interstate just out of where civilization ends and farms begin.  Yet, I passed this billboard in my unyielding quest to do what I've done non-stop since school let out; shop for a new car. This visit to the countryside brought me to a dealership that specialized in over sized Dodge farm trucks.

I was; however, not there for the farm trucks. I was there for the Jeeps. This particular dealership had Wranglers in spades. So many that they were not on the dealers lot, but on a grass knoll next to the sprawling complex.  I climbed the grass knoll to look for a Wrangler with my tight, and unquenching list of "needs" like, the correct radio, automatic climate control, the best color.  Sometimes I feel I should do what BMW owners have done for decades. Fly to the factory, pick their new car up straight from the assembly line, drive around Germany, and have it shipped home. Although, instead of zipping around Munich, I'd be touring around Toledo, Ohio.  No difference, really.

As I peered into window after window I noticed something strange under every Jeep. Cages? Those humane trap cages used to capture feral cats. Since this was God's country and there was noting but fields around the dealership, I was intrigued as to what they were capturing. Then, I saw a cage with a huge rock in it. Wait? A furry rock?  A huge furry rock with ears? Bunny!!!!!!!!

The dealership had a line of fuzzy bunnies in cages. All looking scared as they pretended to be rocks. As the facility was closed, those bunnies  would be there a long time. This is when I snapped. I grabbed the cage with a terrified rabbit inside and began to dislodged the bunny. Shaking the cage like a ketchup bottle.  Upon freeing three bunnies,  I had trouble with the fourth cage. As I struggled with the door, the bunny inside and I locked eyes. This is when I said out loud, "I'm going to get you out of here" in my best Indiana Jones voice. After shaking the cage like a cereal box the bunny went bouncing to the ground. I'm sure he thanked me as he ran for the safety of the fields.

I ran too. To my car. I'm quite sure there was video of a crazy man manifesting bunnies like a magician. They would of told me everything that everyone else has said upon hearing of my idiotic act.  That rabbits harbor disease, I could easily of picked up something. It is not like I licked them. I didn't even touch them. I was raised on a farm with pet rabbits, I do know all the precautions. Like to not mess with strange rabbits under Jeeps. As for buying a Jeep out in God's Country? No thank you. All their Jeeps have damn rabbits chewing up the wiring. They really should do something about that.

Stevie B. Bunny Wrangler. 

Panda and Bunny

The next episode from the ongoing saga of Panda and Bunny.  See the first episode here. 

LABOR DAY

The weather has changed.

The heat of late August has passed, giving me a cool morning as I take the dog for our early morning walk.  I think that Harley also senses the change as we walk along the canal that runs behind our house.

I try not to think that this is the beginning of fall because knowing Colorado, the dog and I will be met again with eighty degree temperatures soon enough. This morning autumn greets us.

Harley races ahead.

Our Labor Day will be filled with lounging in bed drinking coffee then a BBQ at a friend’s house. The morning it’s just the two of us wandering in the chill looking for bunnies to chase.  

   

FAVORITE THINGS

My favorite song? That’s a tie between Maria Callas’ La Mamma Morta and Rammstein’s Feuer Frei.


My favorite book? This is a tie as well. It’s Fahrenheit 451 and the graphic novel series called The Red Star.

My favorite quote? Easy. “Stop steaming up my tail!” –Bugs Bunny




Impressed with other bloggers taking up the writing challenge, I have decided to take the blog writing challenge. See all sixty-four challenges here. These where questions twenty-four, twenty-five, and twenty-six.

DESKTOP FRIDAY

Yep, that's just what I needed nice, calm, and content bunnies.




That’s just what I needed.

DESKTOP FRIDAY

After the week I had, all I want to do is gaze off and think of happy bunnies.
Happy bunnies being hunted down by excel spreadsheets. Happy bunnies don't care if I messed up all the excel spreadsheet reports for the month at work.  No. No they don't.  Happy bunnies are just happy, and so am I that it's Friday.

EASTER

I love Easter, Jesus returned from North America to freak out his Mom and his Girlfriend. We celebrate this by eating ham and anthropomorphizing bunnies.


Fuzzy and I decorated our Easter eggs today and placed them into our basket. You know, when you get older you Easter treats change.

DESKTOP FRIDAY

This is how I've been feeling this week. The snow covering me like a blanket of fluffy bunnies.




Found here.

A MURDER OF BUNNIES

I’ve got a huge frickin headache today, probably brought on by my work laptop dying a horrible death late last week. And yet it’s not repaired yet…

Grumble, grumble, grumble.

So, I’ll just shut the hell up today… Hey, have you heard of bunnies?



Get it? Herd/heard of bunnies? What? It’s the best I can do today.

Grumble, grumble, grumble.

5 On The Fifth

This month’s theme was Water. Please check out the other 5's from around the world. A huge thanks to Stephen at The State Of The Nation UK blog.


Tuna in water. That's all I eat these days...


What I get to walk through until spring...


More time wasted hanging out at the local diner...


Bunnies drink water...


What? His head was wet.

BUNNIES!

Have I mentioned how much I hate WORD VERIFICATION? But, not as much as having Viagra ads crammed into every hole in the universe.

This is going to be a Non Sequitur post as I’m not really awake yet.

Bunnies!

I was driving home last night and since we’re in a rural area I was on a stretch of county road with fields on both sides. I saw a blur run from across one of the fields heading for the Jeep. I quickly spotted it as a rabbit, a huge frickin cotton tail bunny. With a death wish. I was sure I hit it; I looked down and saw that he had turned to not get hit and was running along side of my Jeep. Like he was trying to yell something to me. “Tatonka! Tatonka!” Well after a couple of seconds of amazement I wasn’t gonna let no bunny beat me in a race, so I floored it. Teach him to chase cars. Ah, nature. Can I live in a gay ghetto now?

Mars!

Has anyone seen The Waters of Mars yet? Anyone? Beuller? If you don’t know what I’m speaking of, it’s okay. You’re not geeky enough. Speaking of Geeky, I watched the launch of the space shuttle Atlantis on Monday. It’s mission to take replacement parts and worms to the space station.

Dullest mission ever.

Furnace filters and worms? Like a trip to the hardware store. I did watch it via the Towelroad blog, and when I called over a co-worker she saw the banner add and asked if the gays have their own NASA department. I said yes, because I think that would be a cool rumor to start.

“Gays are trying to launch a satellite to destroy the sanctity of marriage!”

Coffee!

Okay, we’re done with our Non Sequitur post. Fueled by the broken coffee maker in my office. My drag name, right now would be Miss Ann Thrope. Have a great day, watch out for bunnies and have you checked out the L shape Window blog? Take a look.

IT'S THE EASTER BEAGLE, STEVIEB

It's The Easter Beagle, Charlie Brown* airs tonight, Tuesday, April 7th 2009 (8:00-9:00 p.m., ET) on ABC. I just thought I’d remind you, I know how you’d kick yourself if you missed it.

This special weaves together several sub-plots into an Iliad proportioned drama which echoes Linus’ beliefs in the Great Pumpkin. Which not unlike Scientology has a strong belief that the Easter Beagle will solve the world's woes.

During this parable, our favorite lesbian couple Peppermint Patty and Marcie struggle with their feminist roles. Whilst Lucy follows her belief that Easter is another reason to receive gifts from the tortured musician, Schroeder. Who, in about 20 years will be playing show tunes on an Atlantis cruise. The pinnacle scene being when a rabid dog pelts small children with eggs, and if that isn’t the true meaning of Easter, I just don’t know what to tell you.



* side effects may include an overwhelming urge to dance with bunnies.