Let's meet someone.

I told emmabovary the other day that I am the Annie Sullivan of bunnies.
I should explain a few things about the rabbits we now have. Esmerelda is "special" (that is my Mom's word for her) and so she is a little slow and she also has a lazy eye.

Greg we have recently found out is blind. Which explains a lot of his aggressive behavior with other rabbits. He also has a habit of trying to shove Esme (this is what we call Esmerelda most of the time) and taking food away while growling. Just like Helen Keller.

He is learning he can't do that and is already becoming fairly docile.

So I have a couple of special ed. rabbits on my hands.

I think today would be a good day to make bread.

This week I've been mostly eating...yetis.

I see the oscar nominations have come out. It looks like they are going to give Martin Scorsese his oscar. I am betting it is more of a body of work, paying the dues oscar then anything else.

My brother Tom will be excited.

I see the movie "Sideways" got a few nods. My Mother refers to the movie "Sideways" as "that yuppie wine movie." I think she would normally might go and see it but because it has been playing forever at the local movie theater and the people who tend to flock to that sort of movie (and then wax poetical about it in line at the local coffeehouse) annoy the life out of her and anyone else; she wants to avoid the film like the plague.

Where I grew up there is this contingent of fleece-wearing guilty liberals who drink fair-trade coffee and when they go the comedies showing at The Rose they never laugh they merely smile. I would hate to see these sorts at an Ingmar Bergman festival. For all their talk about equality and being into other cultures they live in a pretty white place. I'm just saying.

So yeah, no yuppie wine movies for my Mom.


There are a few movies I need to see before the Oscar's air. I think Mr. Jenner and I will put that on our list of things to do. Along with looking at paint samples and calling a builder to fix the balcony and steps leading to the house.

Fear my ovaries!

There are time when being a girl is a real bitch.
I went on the bus today so I could go to Trader Joe's and buy a few things. I am on the bus and this guy sits down next to me and proceeds to keep scooting closer and closer. Ick!
He then begins to try and talk to me.
"Hey baby. How's it goin'. you lookin' really good today. Why don't you talk to me? I am a friendly guy. HEY. Come on. Say something. Can't you talk."

Pal that ain't going to win my attention. I ring the bell to get off at my stop. I stand up and he wouldn't move. He wanted me to fucking climb over him. I told him he needed to move. he wouldn't. I started to swear, "Motherfucker you better move now." I shoved him aside and ran up to the front of the bus. The bus driver was about to close the door and leave. I told him, "That guy wouldn't let me out of my seat." The bus driver apologized and I just left. I had not patience for that shit.

So scary asshole on the #11, if you try that again I will make sure you end up being someone's bitch.

On the light side of things I bought some yogurt and spinach for the bunnies, I walked a couple of miles today and I went to the bakery and bought some delicious bread.

RAWR!