Chip Versus the Apple

Miss Jill sometimes forgets to take things out of her purse. While her wallet, keys, and makeup might be of no use to a hungry bunny, sometimes a nice juicy apple might hit the spot. Chip was wandering through the living room and then smelled a juicy apple. But not knowing where it was coming from, he scampered here, there, and everywhere for it. Miss Jill was aghast to see Chippers rummaging through her purse and then found the delicious apple. So he pulled it out and rolled it onto the ground before attacking here as seen in the photo.

I guess Chip never was told to remove the sticker off an apple before eating it. Unlike his more voracious sister Root Beer Float, Chip took his time and ate the majority of the apple over the course of a day. He clearly was the son of neither Flowers or Miss Bugg (or even Root Beer Float) who would have eaten the apple in under 30 minutes. Of course Flowers would have run some of the apple on the wood floor and lick up the taste of apple + wood floor later. Oh, that Flowers.

I guess if there is a message to be had from this: eat your fruit at work. Otherwise it is fair game to anyone at home.

On a related note, I accidentally brought a banana back from London and never ate it. The fruit sniffing dog stopped me and I had to spend an extra 30 minutes in customs. They even warned me that I should have been fined. For not eating fruit on the plane? Whatever... but Commute Bunny did mock me afterward. Oh, that singing bunny. Whatever will we do with her?

One Man's Viewing of Ramses II

I was a traveler from an antique land
And saw a big-ass trunkless head of stone
Stand upon a museum shelf. On the stand
Half drunk, a worn-down visage lies, that frown
And herpes'd lip and sneer of cold command
Tell those ideas of what a sculptor dread
Yet still survive be it among these things,
My hand doth mock him for I know he's dead
And on his pedestal faint words appear:
'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings,
Look on my bowling, John Erb, and despair!'
Nothing around remains. Round the display
Of that olde bowling wreck ancient and bare,
I'll travel to much better lanes today.

Commute Bunny Nearly Disrupts Hamlet

While Mister John was off in London on official business, he decided to drop by the Wyndham Theatre and watch a production of Shakespeare's greatest tragedy Hamlet, starring Jude Law. Mister John thought it was an excellent production as it had a much greater variety of humor than the occasionally self-congratulating and often bombastic (yet excellent) Kenneth Brannagh version. He showed up looking quite dapper as Commute Bunny hid behind Mister John's tie and promised to keep quiet and never say, "Kitty! Kitty!" to anyone. He later bribed her with cookies and cream ice cream during the intermission.

Alas, in the middle of Hamlet's great "To be or not to be" soliloquy in the third act, Commute Bunny got bored and trying to sing out, "It's bo-ring! It's bo-ring! The fat man in the front row is sno-ring!" Luckily Mister John muffled this action before this would interrupt Jude Law and the rest of the elite West End audience. Do note that the seat was dead centre, third row. Yeah, he could see the actors spit out ever 'p' word. Commute Bunny did start singing in the fourth act when Ophelia started singing about Valentine's Day and later decided to go swimming with the flowers. No, not Flowers (to the right). Poor Ophelia never had a chance. She was romantically interested in a prince who just saw his uncle kill his father and then marry his mother. Her father talked way too much and her brother Laertes was a hot headed France lover!

All in all, the play was worth the 110 pounds. Superior acting, adequate costumes (Horatio wearing rolled-up jeans, really?), impeccable timing, and solid lighting... I give it a strong 4 1/2 carrots! Now if only my traveling rabbit companion could keep her mouth shut in the Tube as well...