Foaming Bunny Blog

I have recently been watching the fauna outside my house. Some of you may remember that I had a problem with my local fauna, which I noted in a few posts on a different blog that I write.

The point is that where I am living there are a great deal of small furry animals surrounding me. Obviously there are squirrels. There are also chipmunks, rabbits, all manner of birds, etc..

Recently (Springtime), the rabbit population is overwhelming. Because of this, I am observing much rabbit behavior right now. And I have come to the inescapable conclusion that rabbits may be the stupidest animals on the face of the earth. This of course excludes insects and other non-mammalian life forms.

I used to think that rabbits reproduced rapidly in order to maintain their population in the face of voracious predators. I now believe that reproduction is their only life skill.

These animals are too stupid to get out of the way of a moving car. They’re so pre-programmed to zigzag rather than just move off to the side that they will keep zigzaging until they get pancaked.

These things are so dumb that they will sit by the side of the road and wait till a vehicle moving 60 miles an hour is mere feet from them. And then run out under it.

In the spring, I see many little tiny bunnies hopping and sniffing and being cute. I tend to try to be careful. I worry when they’re standing around in the street. I’m always afraid that some car will hit the cute little bunnies.

And I only recently came to the conclusion that I need not worry about it. There will always be a sea of little bunnies. They’re replaced constantly almost like ants, because they die en masse. When all is said and done bunnies are food.

Cute food, but food, nonetheless. Either something will chase them down and kill them and eat them, or they will run under a car or a piledriver or into a wall or off a cliff or into one of those wood chipper branch chew-up-tree-killer things, and then much smaller animals get to eat what’s left of them.

No point to this post today. I just wanted to ramble a little bit.

As we all know, the bunny’s favorite tradition was video blogging.

This, even before anyone knew there was such a thing as a video blog.

I ran through and tried plug-in after plug-in and they either sucked outright, or had some irritating quality that made them almost useless for my intended purpose.

Also as many of you know, I have an (almost) religious aversion to using outside video hosts. (Like you tube and such)  No Sir, Don’t trust ‘em

So here is an old favorite in a copletely new wrapper.  if this works it is likely that all the videos from here on out will be posted in this same format.

Try the full screen button. (>joy<)

 

I know that many of you were so afraid that the bunny was gone forever.  You should be so lucky.

No.  Down, it was.  But not out.

SO What the Fuck happened!?! I hear you cry.  Well it’s like this…

I discovered, against my will, that the hosting company I had been using and loving for years where, in fact, weenies.  I heard this from many sources.  I had never had a problem with them, so I was reticent to accept the assessment.

I heard that they actually use their profits to fund the Nazi Reunification Association (NRA), and that they hold controlling interest in several companies that routinely test new consumer products such as glue and poison-based make-ups on human infants and nuns.

I refused to believe it.  Till one day when I was at a party and met a most adorable Swedish woman.  After talking and laughing with her for a while the conversation turned naturally to things about each of us.  I explained to her how I had invented wool and that I never saw a freakin’ dime from it.  And that I enjoyed dressing up like raw vegetables and hanging out in salad bars.

She told me that Sweden had not always been ruled by Mormons and that it had once been a beautiful land.  It had had a thriving tourist trade, before the Mormons came.

She then showed me her tattoo.  It was on the inside of her forearm and consisted of several Arabic numerals.  This reminded me of another woman I knew who had been in a Nazi concentration camp.  She had a similar tattoo.  So I asked if she had been in one of these places and she said she was not that old.

And after a lot of crying and drinking I finally got her to admit that she had gotten it when she first arrived in America.  She was brought here as an indentured servant and was being held in a “popular” web hosting and domain registrar company’s “compound”.

They would force her to do unspeakable things daily, such as learn to speak with an Indian accent and answer customer service calls,  while acting as if she didn’t know what they were talking about.

These calls would be recorded (supposedly for training purposes)  so that when the executives got together at the regular company Bacchanalia they could laugh at the customers while getting their dick’s massaged by stolen tribal-women (and some boys) with grease made from baby otters.  Most people think that companies are outsourcing to India, but they are actually having their customer service done in-house by captive Swedish slaves.

She said that after being there only a few month’s she longed to return to the comparably good life under the evil rule of the merciless Mormon’s

I will not go into how she finally escaped from the horrid company, but the point is that I had to truly believe that perhaps my hosting company was one that I did not feel good about supporting.

After a long search for a better place to host the Bunny, I finally found the host you are seeing this on right now.  Unfortunately, when I tried to leave my previous host, they destroyed all my posts and data.  They actually sent thugs to physically kill me, but they were unsuccessful.  (obviously)

So now I am doing the Bunny from a secure (hopefully) hiding place.  In a short time I hope to recreate the coolest stuff that used to be here, and then I will continue on with newer more wonderful things.

Remember, be nice to people and try not to fund Nazis or support Mormon atrocities. (or swedish slave farms)