January 23rd, 2003


I have a dream...

Last night I dreamed that I was chasing Bertie Ahern (for those of you who don't know, he's technically our president by american standards) around the local centra (like a 24/7 only more like 12/7) with a large sharp kitchen knife with the intention of cutting out his heart and showing it to him as he died. I can't remember all of it but I'm pretty sure the little weasel escaped with little more than a cut throat.

Sort of disturbing...

For those of you not reading metalrabbit (and if not, then shame on you) you won't know that we have a pair of very small, very cute dwarf rabbits living in the house now. The landlord is perfectly happy with the arrangement and we have them set up in a nice spacious cage with plenty of hay, a litter tray and everything. There are some photos on the way. Pay attention to metalrabbit's journal for more on their exceptional cuteness.

How do I know they're exceptionally cute? Well, there's Greg, metalrabbit's brother, who lives with us who is the poster child for the banning of violent TV and games. When you hear him going "Aaaah..." then you know you have a cute-tastic hit on your hands.