Harumph. I ought to send a cabal of kindergarten girls after that rascally rabbit. He wouldn't last the day.

They would all coo over how cute and adorable he is. Remember, Orbital Mind Control Lasers.

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it comes up once a year or so and I skip or skim or both and it's all fine. It just feels weird to have this extremely strong reaction and never say anything about it.

JZ, thanks.

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Yeah...they would tell him his ears look funny, world domination is weird and totally make him cry...could they stop by Washington DC first?

Um. No. If they saw the picture of Condi that I just saw, they would be too busy crying and peeing their pants to wreak the kind of havoc that is their gift.

They would all coo over how cute and adorable he is.

Exactly. The Velveteen Rabbit may be a touching childhood tale for human children, but smart bunnies ought to heed it as a cautionary tale.

Remember, Orbital Mind Control Lasers.

Yeah, they're immune. They can, admittedly, be bought.

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I see and appreciate your point JZ, and won't argue your Ick. I think I might feel the same if the depictions on the, er, toys were original depictions. What I mean is, if they weren't copies of the same flowy robed, white, blue eyed European idea of the dark skinned, Palestinian peasant preacher- I would feel it was a depiction of a real person. Again though, not meant to be an argument.

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t snickering in chagrined evil over erika's post

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note to self: hide copy of the Hustler edition of Lives of the Saints before wife gets home.

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Exactly. The Velveteen Rabbit may be a touching childhood tale for human children, but smart bunnies ought to heed it as a cautionary tale.

(I am a sap. A mere *mention* of The Velveteen Rabbit makes me sniffly.)

Yeah, they're immune. They can, admittedly, be bought.

With shiny things and candy, which are some of the things the Devilbunny likes best. Along with Orbital Mind Control Lasers.

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Okay, here's the NOLA food report. Apologies in advance for the length, but Hec did ask for a FULL report.

Let's see...

Thursday lunch: Mandina's, cup of artichoke-oyster soup and a oyster/shrimp po'boy. (Which was HUGE, but delicious.)

Thursday dinner: Um...some place on Decatur that's not Tujaques, because the pris fixe didn't really work out for the vegetarian in the group. No idea what I ate/drank. Some kind of cajun seafood thing. Drank something, I'm sure, but I'm damned if I can remember what. Probably a vodka tonic.

Friday breakfast: Cafe Beignet, traditional breakfast (scrambled eggs, bacon, grits, coffee). YUM. Grits fucking rock.

Friday lunch: Central Grocery muffuletta! Split with DH. Diet Coke.

Friday pre-dinner: Ghost tour leaving from Flannagan's Pub, which included buy-one-get-one-free drink gift certificates. Most people got Hurricane's. I tried a sip of DH's, decreed it nasty, and did not end up taking advantage of my potential free drink.

Friday dinner: That place on the corner of that street and that other street. Red beans and rice, which were nummy, and procecco, which turned out not to go with the red beans and rice very well. But still nummy.

Friday late night: Walked over to Frenchman Street, had a vodka tonic at Bad Apples, and listened to some live jazz. During the set breaks, we took over the jukebox.

Saturday breakfast: Hotel buffet. BIG MISTAKE. Not to be repeated.

Saturday lunch: No clue. Did I eat lunch on Saturday? I know we did the swamp tour...huh. We may have skipped lunch.

Saturday mid-afternoon pit stop: Pimm's Cup and cheese board at Napolean House. It was lovely and refreshing, exactly as advertised.

Saturday dinner: Cafe Giovanni's. Drinks in the bar beforehand because our table wasn't ready. I had a vodka tonic, even though I was kind of tired of them. Dinner was two courses of pasta stuffed with/covered in cheese, with shrimp on top, and some hot peppers added for Cajun-ness. And red wine. Nummy.

Sunday brunch: Palace Cafe. Coffee, mimosa, and a shrimp quiche w/ creamed spinach that broke. me. in. half. It was too rich for me to finish, but DAYUM it was good. Oh, and a cappucino with Godiva liqueur, and kahlua. Next time, maybe I'll try something off the three-course pris fixe menu.

Sunday mid-afternoon pit stop/dinner: Muriel's. We got to the bar around 5, started drinking (and enjoying the free bread that the hot waiter kept bringing us), and by dinnertime, we decided that, really, we had no reason to leave. At only 2 vodka martinis with extra olives, I was the lightest drinker of the group. But the atmosphere was so pleasant, and the restaurant smelled so good that we persuaded the remaining 4 members of our group to join us there for dinner, instead of making us go out in the cold and walk somewhere else. While we were waiting for our table, HARRY FREAKING SHEARER came in behind us. Those of us who recognized him squeed quietly and explained who he was to everyone else. I had goat-cheese filled crepes topped with shrimp (SO GOOD) and salmon in a mustard-dill sauce (ALSO SO GOOD) and bread pudding (SO SO GOOD EVEN IF I COULD ONLY EAT TWO BITES BECAUSE IT WAS SO RICH). And another martini. With more extra olives. I like olives.

We shall not speak of Monday.

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I missed a checkbox on a Fed Ex Slip and got a "SEE THESE ARE YOUR MISTAKES THAT I'M TALKING ABOUT" I wanted to punch him.

Heather, I feel your pain. For some reason, I was feeling a resurgence of resentment towards a not-my-boss-but-micromanaged-me-anyway bitch at my old workplace. She pulled that kind of shit with me all the time.

I'm not so much mad at her right now as I am mad at myself for a) still feelin upset about this, and b) not having taken the opportunity at my exit interview to tell HR that I thought this person needed to have a large stick surgically removed from her ass.

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but Hec did ask for a FULL report.

MmmmHmmmm. Oh, mama, dat's good stuff.

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