Is it possible to meet the same rabbit twice?

Oh, hello there ladies and gent...men. Didn't notice you sneaking up on me. I was just perusing a couple of the classical rhetorical theoreticians (currently browsing Cicero's "De Oratore" - what a livid tale on the fantasy of the ideal speaker). This crisp autumn weather is perfect to catch up on various scholarly works, so I don't have to worry about getting furburn through the blistering days.

Philosophy is always a fun topic. It allows anybody to become an expert in any field by mere means of putting together words upon which they are supposedly devout. Big scary words are also a plus, even if they have no logical place in the argument. Grammar is not important. The blog is a transcending arena in which one unto upon therefore is quintillion. See? I'm a philosophizer too.

At least, that is the smartie smart academic philosophy. Then there is the more casual, "way of life" philosophy. This is the one not expressed by words, but by actions. If one's philosophy was uber-professional and cleanliness of all things in life, you'd see him (or Avril Lavigne) constantly wrapping that piece of fabric around the neck, or wiping after each...meal.

Personally, I put my philosophy right in that fancy banner right at the top. I'm a roamer, a dreamer, whatever you wanna call it. I drift from scene to scene, soaking up the fat and storing it in the freezer until an undetermined date when I forget to put it in the trash. If I judge, I judge out of momental observation, not out of predetermined opposition (unless it is referring to abomination that is Cup Noodles, the lazy person's ramen, but that's a totally diff subject). A person fails to stop at a stop sign? They are a bad driver at that moment for failing to stop. Perhaps the next moment they drive as well as the Blue's Brothers evading yet another swarm of police cars.

To make the short story long...erm...*that'll be no dinner for you for that egregious mistake, Michael*... I'm a spontaneous bunny hopping from thought to thought, not worrying about weaving them together. I guess that makes the blogosphere the perfect spot for me to ponder.

"An unexamined life is not worth living" -Socrates

Rabbit Surfing

This is madness. I am about to force Mike into making me a giant laminated poster I can tack above my flat screen (aren't all screens flat? I've never seen a jagged screen or even a fat screen) to remind me of the various potential primetime programs I need to view.

Even with the minimal summer programming, I was able to enjoy USA's "Burn Notice" and "Royal Pains," and SyFy's "Warehouse 13." Now that the mosquitoes are done trying to steal all my blood (an obvious conspiracy set up by the Red Cross) and the fur finally comes in handy after sweating my cottontail off, the Great Fall Lineup is here to warp our minds into a starchy green glop, devoid of motor skills, except at commercials when we rush to take care of business or work on emptying out the fridge.

Here is some of the craze I view:

• Sunday: "Bored to Death" (HBO, 9:30)
• Monday: "Heroes" (NBC, 8)
• Tuesday: "Hell's Kitchen" (FOX, 8)
• Wednesday: "Top Chef" (Bravo, 10)
• Thursday: "Flashforward" (ABC, 8), "The Office" (NBC, 9), "Community" (NBC, 9:30), "The Mentalist (CBS, 10)
• Friday: "Monk" (USA, 9), "Psych" (USA, 10)
• Saturday: Why would I watch TV when I'm too busy rocking out at the discotheque?

Sometimes I will watch anything in the open spots, as I am still trying to fill up a couple more spaces. Obviously I don't want every night to be chocked full of mindless programming, or I'll lose all my hare...hair...from the endearing glow of the tube.

Needless to say, my servant will be busy colorcoding my nights for the next couple months. And no, I have no color blind weaknesses as many of relatives have partially. I mean, I can talk. Aside from Bugs, who I have a sneaking suspicion is a robot facading as a child-friendly device, I don't know any other speaking rabbits.

Well, that is it for today's installment. I have always wanted to try turning somebody off with a remote. Let's see, where is that button...oh here it is *CLICK*

rabbit rabbit...

I have broken through! Escaped that silly animals-below-human barrier. I now exist in a world where we get the same opportunities as homo sapien, even without the established complex language and use of opposable thumbs. Welcome to...the Internet.

My name is Renny (which means "small yet mighty"), and I was born out of a magician's hat in nuclear-stricken Chernobyl. I am the newest creature to don their own personal blog on the World Wide Web. I bet you're wondering how I can create such beautiful sentence structures when I don't even have fingers, let alone the motor control to type on the keyboard.

It all started way back...last night when I spotted my previous humanoid master, Mike, committing a crime so evilly evil, that Evil itself would gasp and sputter. I quickly nudged his camera along the carpet, and leapt upon the snap snap button. I will let the evidence speak for itself:

I mean...SERIOUSLY?!?! How could such a being treat a species like that?! Those two angels were minding their own business, perhaps sniffing for some delectable truffles, or maybe frolicking in the rich mud, when *STOMP* they were transformed into consumer footwear.

He spotted me, and upon explaining the situation, I was able to blackmail him into becoming my personal human-servant to transcribe my daily events and occurrences. This includes, but is not limited to, photographs, philosophies, rants, plots and basically anything I want written down. Failure to be a good stenographer will land him straight in the middle of the pig's pen, however you want that to metaphorically mean a bad place.

Being an animal, with instincts, I do like to wander from location to location, especially if it means I get to sink my teeth into something new and delicious. Last time I checked I am not venomous, nor do I have rabies, but the doctor was a lemur, so I'm not exactly what was up with that.

I'm sure I still have work to do on this layout, but it will do for now. I hope my reign upon this webbed atmosphere will give other beings of so called "less human stature" the faith to try and capture their masters in a comprimising situation, only to reap a more fair status amongst beings of the world.

I will hop. I will skip. I will jump. Let our voices be heard!