First Jim Henson, And Now This
Dear Diary: Today, while sitting teary-eyed at my desk at work, I prayed that no coworkers would wander by and put me in the awkward position of having to explain that I was sobbing over a rabbit in Asia that I had never met and had only seen online pictured with pancakes on its head.
I am never looking at the Internet again.
Posted on January 09, 2003 to Storytelling
And yet, one can't help but become entranced, wondering where on Earth the ears are...
Perhaps this is a new AWACS bunny for the forthcoming war?
It's self-absorbed and prejudicial to condemn other cultures just because their customs and traditions may be different or unfamiliar.
I must admit that I have been obsessed by this picture since I first saw it (maybe because I have a bunny, but also because I could NEVER imagine her holding pastry on her head).
Anyway, I had to know the story behind the picture, and I found it:
Eight years is VERY old for a rabbit. He must have been very well cared for and loved.
I went from happy to sad in a span of just a few minutes. Damn u for posting this. How can any rabbit be so darn cute? And the pictures of him dying surrounded by his bunny toys. *sniff*
I hope there are pancakes in bunny heaven.
Oolong, much like the other animals in the program, did not survive the synthetic insulin trials. Doctor Hokkaido insists that any pain Oolong may have experienced would have been masked by hourly sucrose injections.
Hmm. It's obvious from the previous comments that while it was easy to assume, once Oolong came into yr life, that everybody either already knew about him, or would immediately "get it" without much explication, in reality nothing's ever quite that simple. I wandered around last week saying "the bunny died" to people & only two of them knew what the hell I was talking about. Oddly, I got *no* jokes about pregnancy, which leads me to believe that I'm really old & nobody says that anymore.
Anyway. While I'm not really the sob-at-yr-desk type, I will cop to having gotten slightly choked-up every time I found somebody else who knew who the rabbit was.
I can't remember the last time I cried... and the little guy made two tears stroll down my cheeks before I knew any better. The owner of this pet is incredible... I think the last time I felt so choked up was when my friend's mom died.
i am so glad i found someone else who cried.. the bunny toys... ooeeargghsob...
but seriously folks.. i am awed and enthralled by a conversation about a rabbit and food items in japan which stretches clear around the world...
i wonder what else we share?