I've attempted to catch him numerous times. I'd like to get him inside
and away from the dangers of neighborhood cats and stray dogs, but each
time I get close, he hops away from me. With the added hazard of rain
this evening, I'm a bit worried for him, and tomorrow it's supposed to
storm and rain heavily.
In the truest sense of the term, I guess he's not quite a gift bunny, else
he would let me catch him. This might be because he's still loyal to his
master? From the distance of a few feet (the closest distance to which I
can approach him) it's obvious that he's a well cared for bunny--well,
apart from the whole being outside and not safe thing. I have to believe
that someone is missing their bunny.
IF ONLY JOE BAY WERE HERE TO HELP!
-jarai.
--
--- Brian Chase | b...@world.std.com | http://world.std.com/~bdc/ -----
All math equations have a fistfight on at least one side. -- K.
>For the third night in a row now, there's been a rabbit sitting out in my
>front yard. It's quite obviously a pet rabbit as he's black and white and
>cute and fluffy and healthy--as pet bunnies should be. I don't know where
>he hides during the day, but each night he's grazing on my front lawn,
>waiting to greet me as I arrive home from work.
What are you waiting for? Rabbit is delicious!
--
BTR
You're going to set me up as a kind of slovenly attached pig that
Jack Kornfeld can slice down in his violent zen compassion?
-- Larry Block
>On Fri, 6 Sep 2002 03:35:13 GMT, b...@world.std.com (Brian 'Jarai' Chase)
>wrote:
>
>>For the third night in a row now, there's been a rabbit sitting out in my
>>front yard. It's quite obviously a pet rabbit as he's black and white and
>>cute and fluffy and healthy--as pet bunnies should be. I don't know where
>>he hides during the day, but each night he's grazing on my front lawn,
>>waiting to greet me as I arrive home from work.
>
>What are you waiting for? Rabbit is delicious!
>
Amen to that. Fry the bugger and splash it with a dab of hot sauce and
enjoy!! Biscuits and gravy on the side makes for an EXCELLENT meal.
-Con
ITYM, "HELP ME JOEBAY WON KENOBAY, YOU'RE MY ONLY HOPE!"
-Steve
--
Your relevant points have no place in my argument! AWAY! -- Ben Allard, a.r.k.
So you're saying that you'd rather have a deadly rabbit indoors eating
your mattress and lamp cords and card table legs and refrigerator
cooling coils then outside where the rabbit could easily rip any
normal pet to shreds?
Rabbits can take care of themselves. If you don't believe me, listen
to the way baby rabbits can cry "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" just like human
babies, and then think about how human babies always grow up with the
capacity to commit atrocities such as advertising "The Anna Nicole Smith
Show" every thirty seconds on TV.
So if you have a grown-up bunny, I'd suggest he's in no danger from
the local kitties and puppies, and if I were you, I'd stay inside,
I'd lock the door, and I'd cover the TV with a lead-lined beach towel
before cutting the electrical plug off and flushing it down the toilet.
> With the added hazard of rain this evening, I'm a bit worried for him,
> and tomorrow it's supposed to storm and rain heavily.
It never rains on bunnies! However, if the giant pinwheel on the horizon
starts emitting clouds of yellow sparkles, you need to fall to the ground
and roll around in agony while stock footage of toddlers is projected
on your stomach and a giant flaming baby's head laughs at you from above.
(I'd never have learned so much if it wasn't for educational TV!)
> In the truest sense of the term, I guess he's not quite a gift bunny, else
> he would let me catch him. This might be because he's still loyal to his
> master? From the distance of a few feet (the closest distance to which I
> can approach him) it's obvious that he's a well cared for bunny--well,
> apart from the whole being outside and not safe thing. I have to believe
> that someone is missing their bunny.
Do I have to sing the "My bunny lies o'er the ocean" song from that
Captain Kangaroo filmstrip I had for a fake Viewmaster-like device
when I was a little kid, or would that put me dangerously close to
the line that separates man from annoying ice cream trucks?
Technically, it wasn't a song, more like a four-panel comic strip
in which lyrics were recited in tiny print. I can't provide any
photographic evidence of this toy, because everything related to
"Captain Kangaroo" was long forgotten even before the producer of
"Mighty Morphin' Power Rangers" tried to revive it.
-- K.
Also, I'm disappointed that
I can't find ONE photo of the
Colorforms box showing Big Bird
yelling "NEW SEE-THROUGH COLORS!"
anywhere on the whole Internet.
No, I meant REAL Colorforms. The ones that weren't shaped like things.
Back when you could actually MAKE things out of them instead of just
choosing which room to put which character in. The people on eBay are
selling more recent/popular sets which aren't the one I had.
The "character" sets are the only ones people seem to remember, or
maybe they're the only ones people bought during living memory.
Lots of Web pages are devoted to how much someone loved their
"Disco Snoopy Colorforms" but nobody talks about the ones I liked.
The ones shaped like Big Bird and Bert & Ernie are far more common
than the earlier ones that just had squares and triangles and a
picture of Big Bird printed on the box. I think these came with one piece
shaped like Big Bird and everything else was transparent magenta, cyan,
yellow, and black squares and triangles, circa 1972. That was one of
the last sets of original-style Colorforms, which were eliminated in
favor of the ones that were just people you could put in a dollhouse.
(Thankfully, they've re-introduced a 50th-anniversary version of
the original set, but that one doesn't have the funny picture of
Big Bird on the box where he's peering through two eighteen-inch-wide
Colorforms squares that weren't included.)
These came in a really big box (perhaps 11x17 inches) with just a big
white board to stick them to. The point was to learn about process
color printing technology, since you could make any CMYK color.
Except for beige, unless the board got dirty.
But now both "Sesame Street" and Colorforms have been ruined forever.
When I was a kid, all my "Sesame Street" books had the orange Oscar,
there was no Elmo, and Colorforms could be assembled instead of
just arranged. And the really lazy kids now just get Colorforms
on VHS tape. (Titles include "Colorforms: Blast Off To A Hidden Planet"
and "Colorforms: Rescue At Glitter Palace.") I guess those are like
"Winky Dink And You" would be if it had been multiple-choice:
"Hey, kids, I need to cross this ravine -- find the one of the
three stickers shaped like a picture of a bridge! Now stick it to
the identically-shaped picture of the sticker on the screen! Good job!"
"Winky Dink And You" is now available on DVD, which will probably
lead to a lot of stupid kids trying to shove a sheet of clear plastic
into the slot of their DVD player.
KIDS DON'T KNOW HOW GOOD PEOPLE HAD IT BEFORE STUFF WAS INVENTED!!!
-- K.
Fun fact #1:
Colorforms were made by the same
people who made Shrinky Dinks.
Colorforms were made out of the
same stuff as Shrinky Dinks.
Shrinky Dinks were created as a
way to sell industrial waste.
Fun fact #2:
The graphic design for the original
Colorforms was done by Paul Rand,
who died a couple days after he
designed Enron's logo. It was
THE CURSE OF THE CROOKED "E"!
You got me a rabbit to keep me company
And I'm here in my car and the rabbit's here with me
Heading down Highway One, respecting posted speed limits
And I'm trying to figure this one out but I can't find any meaning
And I'm sick and tired of trying to figure out your gestures
And I'm sick and tired of wondering what your presents mean
I'm gonna take this rabbit into Malibu
And he'll chew on sour grass while I wolf down Dexedrine
Dexedrine.
The wind comes through the open window and I button my shirt
And the rabbit's riding shotgun; my teeth hurt
You sent me a package marked "Live animals inside"
And the sun's coming up quickly above the rising tide
And I'm sick and tired of trying to figure out your gestures
And I'm sick and tired of wondering what your presents mean
I'm gonna take this rabbit into malibu
and he'll chew on sour grass while I wolf down Dexedrine
Dexedrine.
Thanks, John.
--
Ben Coakley b...@twcny.rr.com
> Fun fact #1:
>
> Colorforms were made by the same
> people who made Shrinky Dinks.
I don't think that failing to keep the swimming pool at a suitable
temperature is the same as actually manufacturing something.
--
Kevin S. Wilson
Tech Writer at a University Somewhere in Idaho
"You can safely ignore Kevin in order to
maximise life's experience." --A. Loon in alt.religion.kibology
>In article <Xns928175C0F5...@216.166.71.239>,
>Poot Rootbeer <po...@dork.com> wrote:
>> b...@world.std.com (Brian 'Jarai' Chase) wrote:
>> > IF ONLY JOE BAY WERE HERE TO HELP!
>>
>> Why? Does the bunny have cancer?
>No, but if Joe Bay were here he could give it cancer. That might slow the
>rabbit down a bit.
Cancer makes rabbits faster sometime. And evil.
--
Joseph M. Bay Lamont Sanford Junior University
www.stanford.edu/~jmbay/ DO NOT PRESS
>No, I meant REAL Colorforms. The ones that weren't shaped like things.
>Back when you could actually MAKE things out of them instead of just
>choosing which room to put which character in.
>The ones shaped like Big Bird and Bert & Ernie are far more common
>than the earlier ones that just had squares and triangles and a
>picture of Big Bird printed on the box.
Kibo once again activates previously dormant brain cells! If it wasn't
for Kibo, I'd forget everything from my childhood. Well, except for the
trauma I'm trying to forget.
I had a small set of Colorforms which were strange shapes and eyes and
such, and my memory is telling me these were Mr Potato Head Colorforms.
I wanted more, but all they made by then were pre-shaped Colorforms. The
best set evah was a flat house made out of two layers of cardboard, with
one layer on top of another layer, which punched out to make little doors
of cabinets and stoves, to open and close and put your Colorform items in.
The problem with thise household decorating style was the Colorform
items came in solid red, blue, or yellow. So the yummy yummy turkey
dinner was a bright blue turkey with bright red mashed potatoes and bright
yellow green beans. The pie baking in the oven sported red crust. The
couch was red and the lamps were blue and the rug was yellow and they did
not go together at all. I still tell my mother that I can't coordinate my
home decor because of those damned Colorforms. Don't even ask about the
turkey last Thanksgiving.
>When I was a kid, all my "Sesame Street" books had the orange Oscar,
>there was no Elmo
Haw haw Kibo is older than me! Oscar was GREEN GREEN GREEN when I was a
wee tot, and Elmo was just being invented. At the Missouri State Fair
when I was about 11 or so, there was a contest where you could name the
new Muppet on Sesame Street and draw his picture and possibly win cool
prizes. I chose "Elmer" and scribbled some red fuzzy thing in the box
provided.
I still feel cheated. But I don't know if Elmo was the new Muppet,
since he didn't show up for 2 years or so after the contest.
Also, the state fair reference is a hefty kewl tie in with another
thread.
This post is all about how I changed history.
* * *
Stacia * sta...@world.std.com * http://world.std.com/~stacia/
"Perhaps it was the spring. And something in her eyes
that was much older than Manhattan, Kansas."
>This post is all about how I changed history.
I influenced who was to the starting artist on the latest run of the comic book
THOR.
Wouldn't it be nifty if Kibo was a starship captain? Arkistas could call
him captain say, or Captain James T. Kibo and when the ark was captured
by a super-powerful computer, Captain Kibo could tug his sweater lightly
at the front and go to talk to it. At first the computer would keep busy
generating patterns of coloured lights but it wouldnae be able to resist
and then it'd be all, like, "Fuck! I remember those! Howjoo know that?".
However, resistance is still useful because it makes electric heaters work.
<a certain quantity of content once went here>
--
I think the last thing this world needs is fast breeding rabbits made
out of Plutonium-239. Tubby Chubbs, alt.sci.physics.plutonium.
Wouldn't it be nifty if Kibo was a starship captain? Arkistas could call
>sigh< as if severe 3l337ness deficience wasn't enough, bloody netscape
has to go and post things twice for me. Sorry about that.
>Andrew Pearson wrote:
>>
>[some kind of witless blether, twice]
>
>>sigh< as if severe 3l337ness deficience wasn't enough, bloody netscape
>has to go and post things twice for me. Sorry about that.
>
Apparently, you have also activated the automatic WackyLacing feature
(tm) in Netscape. (Count the pointy things.)
Mmmm Pointy. Erh. Count. Lessee, one, schwee, three, errh, lots42, errh
more than that. AutoWackyLacing would be a great thing, if only it could
be harvested reliably. Though the outbreak above isn't really good
enough to justify investing in a hilltop observatory and hanging out of
the windows shouting "Fools! You don't know the meaning of true WackyLacing1!1!".
Looks like kibologists will be toiling in the wackylacing mines for a
while yet.
> Looks like kibologists will be toiling in the wackylacing mines for a
magic ring, which will be cast into the fires of Mt. Kook, but we'll wait a
> while yet.
Ja-in-the-meantime,-here-is-some-music-mes
--
James Vandenberg Email: james at vandenberg.dropbear.id.au
GPG FP= 65AB 179A D884 EDC6 216D FE6A 6833 02BC 4425 4F70
Quidquid latine dictum sit, altum videtur. ICQ: 151135390
Beware! Sometimes forks and candles fall from the sky.
Van-den-berg tastic! James of the mountain has toiled long and hard in
the mines and found a chunk of purest wackylace. I fink that the
Stackhanovites who toil in the wacklylacing mines are true heroes of the
peoples kibolution.
Of course, that kind of initiative means that he's probably a member of
the intelligensia and will have to be elimi
> The local humane society has no information on my renegade escapee bunny.
> He's not been showing up regularly, but he is still around.
Does your locale allow bow hunting?
> I'm off the grocery store for some fresh vegetables.
Most of the hasenpfeffer recipes I've seen only call for onions, so you
only need more carrots unless you want to fatten him up.
--
"Hello Lunchmeat. Hello Kitty"
- Hello Kitty, from a Target commercial
> In article <H1zzA...@world.std.com>,
> Brian 'Jarai' Chase <b...@world.std.com> wrote:
> >
> > For the third night in a row now, there's been a rabbit sitting out in my
> > front yard. It's quite obviously a pet rabbit as he's black and white and
> > cute and fluffy and healthy--as pet bunnies should be. I don't know where
> > he hides during the day, but each night he's grazing on my front lawn,
> > waiting to greet me as I arrive home from work.
>
> The local humane society has no information on my renegade escapee bunny.
> He's not been showing up regularly, but he is still around. In fact, he
> stopped by just after sunset this evening; I was able to get a few halfway
> decent photos in the available light:
>
> http://www.jarai.org/temp/rabbit1.jpg
> http://www.jarai.org/temp/rabbit2.jpg
>
> One night last week I managed to get close enough to feed him some
> shredded carrots. Tonight he seemed to recognize me as a `good guy' and
> let me pet his nose and scratch behind his ears. He was visibly nervous;
> when I tried to get a better hold of him, he bolted. Anyway, I guess
> progress has been made. I'd thought he was gone for good when I hadn't
> seen him around for a few days, but I guess my lawn is the tastiest in the
> neighborhood.
BE CAREFUL! Those pictures PLAINLY show the bloodied remains of the last
guy to try to pick up the fwuffy bunnikins. You were lucky to survive
your attempt!
--Jeremy
--
Jeremy Impson
jdim...@acm.org
http://impson.tzo.com/~jdimpson
>BE CAREFUL! Those pictures PLAINLY show the bloodied remains of the last
>guy to try to pick up the fwuffy bunnikins. You were lucky to survive
>your attempt!
Nah, that's just LA.
>The local humane society has no information on my renegade escapee bunny.
>He's not been showing up regularly, but he is still around. In fact, he
>stopped by just after sunset this evening; I was able to get a few halfway
>decent photos in the available light:
> http://www.jarai.org/temp/rabbit1.jpg
Sniff. This reminds me of the keyooot widdle squirrel in my former
backyard which used to sit on the steps and taunt my cats. This was one
smart squirrel. I got kind of attached, too, he was so tiny and fuzzy,
and then we had a nasty storm and straight line winds and a few baby
squirrels didn't make it, they wound up dead in our lawn. Very sad.
Sniff.
The ones who survived used to sit in the apple tree and throw half eaten
apples and us while cursing us out in squirrel talk. If only Patrick
Warburton had been there, he could have translated for us.
This post is about big guys in tight blue wetsuits and antennae.
> One night last week I managed to get close enough to feed him some
> shredded carrots. Tonight he seemed to recognize me as a `good guy' and
> let me pet his nose and scratch behind his ears. He was visibly nervous;
> when I tried to get a better hold of him, he bolted.
Rabbits go through life perpetually frightened. It's a fact of life. I
have three rabbits myself. I've had them since April, and they still
shudder when I walk in the room. And I'm the one that feeds them and
provides them with beverage! They should let me touch them!
> Anyway, I guess progress has been made. I'd thought he was gone for good when I hadn't
> seen him around for a few days, but I guess my lawn is the tastiest in the
> neighborhood.
It must be the unidentified bloody material that's lying around. What is
that?
> I'm off the grocery store for some fresh vegetables.
Go to your tractor supply store and buy some rabbit pellets and maybe
some hickory weed or this funky weedy stuff called HAY-KOB. That is, if
you are actually serious about taking care of this Semi-Gift Cat.
--Chris "Koala3K" Slat
-----------------------------------------------------------
"Don't forget... your lucky deck!"
--Jack Palance to Jack Nicholson in "Batman."
(best movie quote ever)
-----------------------------------------------------------
http://www.tdi.net/cslat
> The ones who survived used to sit in the apple tree and throw half eaten
> apples and us while cursing us out in squirrel talk. If only Patrick
> Warburton had been there, he could have translated for us.
Woah, you must have massive squirrels in your town, ours can only throw
sticks and twigs. They probably were asking you in squirrel-speak to
hold the apples for them, so they could use both hands to pick you up to
throw.
-----
"...The job is to seek mystery, evoke mystery, plant a garden in which
strange plants grow and mysteries bloom. The need for mystery is greater
than the need for an answer."
- Ken Kesey
>> I'm off the grocery store for some fresh vegetables.
>Go to your tractor supply store and buy some rabbit pellets and maybe
>some hickory weed or this funky weedy stuff called HAY-KOB. That is, if
>you are actually serious about taking care of this Semi-Gift Cat.
Other cool things are timothy hay (the best), alfalfa hay (the kind
the rabbits actually like), and rabbit food made from one of those.
K-AADOON!
>I've had them since April, and they still
>shudder when I walk in the room. And I'm the one that feeds them and
>provides them with beverage! They should let me touch them!
K-ADITD!
Dave
--
\/David DeLaney posting from d...@vic.com "It's not the pot that grows the flower
It's not the clock that slows the hour The definition's plain for anyone to see
Love is all it takes to make a family" - R&P. VISUALIZE HAPPYNET VRbeable<BLINK>
http://www.vic.com/~dbd/ - net.legends FAQ & Magic / I WUV you in all CAPS! --K.
> In article <3d8679c3$0$1428$2c3e...@news.voyager.net>,
> Chris ''Koala3K'' Slat <peng...@nospam.tdi.net> wrote:
> You probably shouldn't test read Urban Batman stories to your bunnies.
> PETA gets mad about animal testing, especially when it's unnecessarily
> cruel.
There's a difference between "Urban" and "Ghetto." Unless we're dealing
with a new politically correct term.
> Yeah, well I'll just head down to South Central, to the urban tracta'
> supply store with mah gat, so I can blast them crazy ass gang-bangers
> while I'm tryin' to score Bugs some of dat fly weed. I gots'ta take mah
> gat wit me, coz if I don't, someone's gonna get some fool idea to put a
> cap in my white ass. It's all about respect.
Just for that, you get to write an episode of "The Ghetto Batman!" It
won't be totally officialized, but you get to write one, nonetheless.
Shouldn't "nonetheless" be three words?
--C.S.
Yeah, but what kind of beverages? You shouldn't feed 'em with LSD
laced coffee, man!
--
TimC -- http://astronomy.swin.edu.au/staff/tconnors/
We must use Tim as a tool, not as a couch." -- J F Kennedy
Sticks and twigs ruffle my wig, but swords can always hurt me.
--
fB "In the alphabet, all 26 of the letters appear in alphabetical order:
coincidence?" - David Pacheco
>Just for that, you get to write an episode of "The Ghetto Batman!" It
>won't be totally officialized, but you get to write one, nonetheless.
>
>Shouldn't "nonetheless" be three words?
>
1. It once was.
2. Stop trying to trollerize me.
3. Stacia tries to trollerize me better than you.
--
Kevin S. Wilson
Tech Writer at a University Somewhere in Idaho
"You can safely ignore Kevin in order to
maximise life's experience." --A. Loon, in alt.religion.kibology
> On Tue, 17 Sep 2002 18:51:44 -0400, Chris ''Koala3K'' Slat
> <peng...@nospam.tdi.net> wrote:
>
> >Just for that, you get to write an episode of "The Ghetto Batman!" It
> >won't be totally officialized, but you get to write one, nonetheless.
> >
> >Shouldn't "nonetheless" be three words?
> >
>
> 1. It once was.
> 2. Stop trying to trollerize me.
> 3. Stacia tries to trollerize me better than you.
I wasn't trollerize you at all! If anything, I was saying you weren't
officialized. I never troll! Ever! That's Koala3K's Value To Live and
Die By!
--Me
So, if it's Jarai's turn to write an episode does that mean that
you can't until his is finished? I can only hope and pray that it
is so.
-Steve
--
There was a guy I used to know who appeared to think I was an idiot just
because I often acted like one. Can you imagine? -- jwgh, a.r.k.