Bunny in the Headlights

Pelican nourishing its young with its own blood

2009-03-30T23:44:00.001+11:00

Pelican nourishing its young with its own blood, originally uploaded by judithsupine.

Totally unrelated to image...but l'm reading a book at the mo' about 'Instant Graphics' and use of images and clip art and copyright.
Hope to inspire myself to create something....anything.

This image though is some work l do indeed like on Flickr

Horrified Bunny

2009-02-01T23:53:00.003+11:00

I have always been aware of the jokes about misheard, missung lyrics...such as:

Elton John's, "Candle in the Wind"
Misheard Lyrics:
It seems to me you lived your life
Like a camel with the wind

Original Lyrics:
It seems to me you lived your life
Like a candle in the wind.

Tres amusing! But what if you have a word that you have misused your entire life!!??

How horrified was l to discover a word that l have used within my lifetime is indeed out of context! I sit here and squirm, trying to remember who l have said it to. I am sure l do not use this word often but l do know that l have used it. How many times? To whom?

The discovery....
It was only when l asked someone last week "Are you ****?"and the look on their face told me that we had a totally different understanding of my question.

I thought that l had been enquiring if the person was agitated or edgy....what l was really asking was...are you.....

toey

Being immensely sexually aroused, typically wanting sexual intercourse

To those that l have ever asked if they are toey......l am not usually that forward!

Apologies!

Do all bunnies look alike?

2009-01-19T08:59:00.008+11:00

When visiting my parents last year, l noticed something that has been hanging on the wall my entire life......a wooden thingy to hold the newspaper, with a carved drawing in a Folk Artsy style.

I actually like the image but l realised that these two looked like a perfect match, they bore an uncanny resemblance.

Did the artist have only one face in their repertoire?

Did the model change costume?

Was it an early stance for a Dutch transgender movement?

Since looking at this again at Christmas time, it is like l have called upon the 'same, same' gods!! They keep popping up everywhere......at the local liquor land the bogan country town, the married couple in over sized board shorts and short-sleeved-shirts with matching haircuts and glasses. Then in Sydney last week another couple.

I want to start photographing this phenomenon but what do you say if they catch you out........'oh, you look the same and l think it is funny'. Maybe not.
But l am going to do my best to snap some photos. Keep posted.

I Googled for photos for 'couples that look the same', but there were few results.
l did find this article in the New York Times and now it all makes sense!

Long-Married Couples Do Look Alike, Study Finds

By DANIEL GOLEMAN
Published: August 11, 1987

LEAD: SCIENCE is lending support to the old belief that married couples eventually begin to look alike.

SCIENCE is lending support to the old belief that married couples eventually begin to look alike.

Couples who originally bore no particular resemblance to each other when first married had, after 25 years of marriage, come to resemble each other, although the resemblance may be subtle, according to a new research report.

Moreover, the more marital happiness a couple reported, the greater their increase in facial resemblance.

If this is the case, the two pictured above, are a very, very, very happy couple!

No Street Art makes for a sad Bunny

2009-01-18T13:52:00.001+11:00

I'm thinking about my passions and one is the street Art in the cities l visit....buy Sydney is so bare. The council has any walls cleaned within 24 hrs....l will try to find some.

In the meantime.........l'll keep looking and posting some inspirational work here....to quench my appetite.

BLU.....have been watching this Italian Street Artist for some time. This is a long animation........but think about it.......at this size, on the street...amazing!!

Bunny in awe!

Roller Bunny - Summer Times

2009-01-17T20:42:00.001+11:00

Well l was lucky to get a bit of summer in NY in July, so just to remind myself that l should cut together a Sydney clip.......here are the NY skate dancers in all their glory.

Job Interview – Run Bunny Run

2009-01-16T12:55:00.001+11:00

It is not like me, nor am l in the field of work where l would pull up the next day…. stiff and sore from a job interview. I am not a gym instructor, a marathon runner…l wheel my way around a office. Fitness is not my friend.

After three months of unemployment, you may understand that getting a job is important about……now. So a job interview is great…..arriving there 15 minutes late is not so great. Let me tell you the comedy of errors that lead to such a travesty!

Basically….l’m a duhhhh head but l didn’t let my potential employers know this.
I had an interview at what l thought was the city Town Hall, on arriving at the Town Hall ten minutes prior to the interview…….all fresh, ready and relaxed.

Insert Comedy………..now…………
1/ Can’t find any open doors to Town Hall, no side door, no door. SHIT!
2/ All four lots of people l asked for directions were tourists.
3/ I looked at my address…..Town Hall…..PLACE. And evidently this WAS NOT the place!! SHIT…..don’t panic. You don’t know Sydney, you don’t know the streets, don’t panic. Five minutes to go………..STAY CALM!!
4/ I have the technology….STAY CALM!! Keep calm and you can do this.
5/ I enter the address into the iPhone Map system. It must be near where l am….it must be near the Town Hall. Computer says NO.

It tells me that my interview is very, very far away……..l have 5 minutes and it is 30 degrees. RUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I sprint, l dodge traffic…l attempt cabs but they are all full….l hold my iPhone and run, run, run. Run Bunny run! Looking at my phone, l have eyes only for my map, showing me as a little moving blue blob, heading towards my interview.

After a lot of running, l am in need of a slower pace….l take this walking moment to phone my interviewer. It goes to his message bank and l now visually impose the image of a panel sitting in an empty boardroom….looking at the clock, sighing, drumming their fingers on the table. I leave a message.
*hear re-enactment later!

I continue to run….watching the little blue blob…ME….moving along the map. I am getting closer, closer, closer. Out of breath, sweating…..l am at my destination. Phew.

I look up at the street numbers………200. WHAT!!?? I need 456. How can this be?
Then the penny dropped…..l have been in a car with satellite navigation and because of the tall buildings it went haywire and lead us to the wrong place. My iPhone navigation had just done that to me……….of course Town Hall Place was NEAR Town Hall!!!
Why did l blindly trust technology?? Why did l not look up? Why was l so hypnotised by my own little blob running, running, running?

At this point, l was 10 minutes late……….l felt that the world was conspiring against me, that it was a sign….that it was comical. Actual fact is………l should have read the address correctly and looked it up way before the interview!

But lets just put that small detail aside and go with the ‘technology turned on me’ angle.
I was wondering if l should even bother, who is going to hire someone who is late for a job interview? I had run out of puff and turned and walked back in the direction l had come from. I called the employer again and once again left a message….l am still on my way.

I walked, jogged, ran in front of traffic and got to my destination……….(which l would have made in time), regardless of my first mistake. It was a large organisation so signed in at the front desk and found out that the Head of Department who l was to meet was away sick that day and l would have an interview with someone else.

So my straightened Jennifer Aniston hair was now sweaty and lank, my face looked that of someone who had just completed the marathon….l looked like the Japanese monkies who sit in the hot springs.

I worked the technology angle considering l was going for a job that was all about technology. I palyed the comedy,not overplaying…..just the right amount of laughs. They did not seem to mind and the interview went well.

However……..after leaving, what concerned me the most is this.....

The man who is the head, the one who is going to make the decision, the one who did not get to experience my charm and wit…..is going to come back to work and check his phone messages. And his ONE impression of this potential employee goes something like this……………

I’ll let you know if l get the job……but don’t call me, l’ll call you.

Flora - Bunny is Fauna

2009-01-15T20:50:00.001+11:00

I'm told l Blog too long....too wordy....too blaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.
So l say nooooooooooooothing, noooooooooooooooothig......

BUT to say........
I arrived in Sydney in October 2008 and screw those multi-million dollar houses and views, the flora is enough for me!!

Here goes.....Bunny of few words.

October - November......my neighborhood was a carpet of Jacaranda petals

December - still going strong.....my favourite...the Frangipani. Again, giant trees dropping the most fragrant flowers. I spend my time stopping and picking up the flowers and inhaling their beautiful scent.

January - What...there is more? A more beautiful flower....a different scent...the Pink Frangipani. Stop already.....what will February bring?

The Sofa – Moveover Bunny

2009-01-05T08:30:00.001+11:00

I’m here to share the highs and lows of sitting on a Pink Sofa and reflecting upon how there. For those not in the know, the Pink Sofa is a dating webisite for the Laydeeez and a place to sign on up and make new ‘friends’ or as my good old Mum would say….."special friends".

I came to doing this….without prompting…and pre ‘Ooo La Laa’. It was that thing of 'where o’where do l meet someone?’ Of course knew about the Sofa and had flicked through pictures of women on there in the past and gone'eeerrrrrrrrgh'. So it did take a little courage……but l was on my quest to change, so l made my start by doing something totally out of the ordinary.

Where to start? First you have to come up with your Sofa name….let me share some of the gems….BeachFeather, Lost Lamb, Crazy Cassie, Like2Try……all inspiring names that would lead you to contact them??? The name l chose was Moveover…..which of course was a couch gag but after choosing my pseudonym, l felt a little bossy. But there was no going back.

It is your Ad…..and stop and think about your own sales pitch. How would write this thing? It is hard!! So l don’t really want to dis people because it is not easy and it is also tricky to wade through and find someone because everyone starts to sound like variations of each other.

Once you have trawled through the same, same-ness of ….‘like hanging out with friends or spending a chilly night on the couch with a DVD and red wine’ you may find someone who has a sense of humour and shows it in their writing…..but until then, who would have known that so many Lesso’s love a good DVD and glass of red!

Then there are the photos, having watched friends look at the sofa and flick through the photos…….l am not ashamed to say that it is universal that we judge a lot upon that photo! And you have to ask yourself…..what are some of them thinking!! I not only looked at the person in the photo but also the background….was there terrible art in the background? A crafty looking room or bad curtains meant that l was unlikely to make contact……..but l did enjoy the occasional mis-placed palm tree which made her look like a giant head-dress.

When you found someone interesting, you sent a smile or a message….l guess a smile was the polite way of saying ‘go check me out and see if l pass’. Messages are really like Emails and you chat back and forth and perhaps organise to meet.

l started messaging someone straight up and we wrote long messages which turned into long Q&A type Quiz shows and made each other laugh a lot. In the first week l was brave enough to request ‘the date’ and she happily agreed but because of her “work” it had to be several weeks away…..so the closer it got, the sicker l felt…..sicker and sicker and wondered if dinner was such a good idea as food would be the last thing l could stomach! I need not have worried so much…………we never met. She re-scheduled for “work”, l went around the world for 3 weeks, she got back with her ex girlfriend.
Rule one……..no bouncing on the Sofa…bouncing back to your ex that is. So a long drawn out, information fest turned to nothing and l was so curious to find out what she was really like in person.

I picked up my broken little sofa and tried again. This time l only chatted for five days or so before meeting….a creative gal. It all seemed very promising…….she was creative, very cute, chose a fab local bar to meet.

The Date
l walked straight into the bar and ordered a drink. I heard my high pitched broken voice…”Vodka and Soda please”…….l was just a little nervous. I texted to say l was there and she texted back…… booth by the window. I’m glad she told me, l would never have recognised her! I managed to talk like a nervous maniac for two hours, scared of the silence…..occasionally feeling like l was starting at her, just trying to work out how she did not look like her photo….how had she done it? Needless to say, as a profession, she was a photo retoucher.
The goodbye was fast, l wanted to run. When she contacted me the next day, l did work in the line 'it is great to make new friends'……she didn’t seem that interested in my friendship after that line. Harsh.

Then l suddenly made the decision to move to Sydney and so my profile and Search changed to Sydney. I was traveling up occasionally to meet with recruitment agencies and that is how l came to go on a date in Sydney before l had even moved there.

Ms Sydney was funny, interesting and there were no warning bells as we wrote daily to each other……..until the date that is. The bells were so loud, l should have worn industrial ear muffs to the date.

I had flown up and scheduled two things l feared the most…..an interview with a job recruiter, followed by a quick clothes-change into ‘date girl’. The transformation was swift and l paced the apartment and then phoned her. She was coming to pick me up and l was nervous as hell.

As we had written to each other so much in the previous week, we had decided that it was appropriate to greet with a hug. I had failed to mention that l was a nervous klutz and when exiting the front door to the street l went to greet her with that well intended hug but failed to see the small step….the hug turned into a ‘fall upon’ greeting. A very classy first move.

She was tall and attractive, a bit too Toorak, a little to fond of making it known that she came from MONEY……..that was just uncool. But she was talkative and made it easy…….until the restaurant. Be it fate, chance, bad timing or was it jut their favourite place……..but our date clashed with another date….that of her ex-girlfriend. This was not a friendly split and although the meeting at the restaurant was cordial…….our date however turned into a ex-girlfriend slash-fest.
I shall leave the slash-fest to your imagination……..l may be writing a blog but l do have respect for peoples privacy…..whether it be ex girlfriends or people who l have just met. Respect is something to value.

Needless to say, l completed the date by falling out of the four wheel drive…….quite proper to start and end with a fall. She has since left the sofa.

By this stage of the dating game l had realised to be careful of how much information you give to someone before you even meet that person. Don’t write for a long time and don’t give too much away………just meet.

This does not mean to say that l followed this rule!
I was foolishly in Melbourne, contacting women in Sydney and was not to move there for another five weeks. There was only to be writing and more writing in this time.

I wrote to two women. Interestingly l had no "special friend" interest in either. One reminded me of my ex in looks and the other was too young.

I shall only talk about the ‘ex look a like’ briefly…..we wrote regularly but l gave little information about myself, nothing too personal…..which l am now very, very happy about.

She on the other gave out far more and as the month passed, went from ‘fascinatingly full of herself’, to perhaps a rather troubled woman with a drinking problem and a very un-resolved heart condition over a dare-l-say it…..ex girlfriend. I would openly say ‘you are either really interesting or a nut’…..then there came the day that l realised she fell more into the ‘nut bowl’ and she just made me feel nervous. I stopped writing. To her credit, she is not that much of a nut to contact me on my mobile but l do know that one day we will see each other at a venue in Sydney as we both know each others photos. I am not looking forward to that day but really that is the gay scene and sofa or no sofa, there always is potential for a Les-O-Rama.

So tip number one to those who ever take a seat on the sofa:
1/ Meet early.
2/ Don’t divulge too much personal information in the’ getting to know you’ quest prior to meeting.
3/ Enquire about their ex-girlfriend and whatever that outpouring is, will tell you a lot about a person.

I can’t knock the sofa, it gave me entertainment and mostly l learnt to laugh at myself and l also discovered how much l enjoy writing….. in the constant pursuit of hearing laughter on the other side of the keyboard.

And as for the other Sydney girl that l was writing to……well, it ended up that she wasn’t too young after all and it was good to write to someone for five weeks and get to know them first. On our first date, l didn’t fall on her and took the time to fall for her.

Tomorrow l am to meet her entire family….and that is the biggest date of all.
Luckily, people don’t tend to ask …..'so how did you meet?'

Ooo La Laa - So you think you are a bunny?

2008-12-26T22:15:00.001+11:00

There comes a time when you must not share your mental torment and insane mutterings with your friends, when you should just leave the poor little buggers alone and seek the soothing guidance of someone who will make you pay through the nose. It was time to call in the professionals but l struggled with the who, the where, the how.

So l turned to my old friend Google. I Googled… Melbourne – psychologist and found the professional organization site and within the search section, l selected all my mental aches and pains and the area l resided. And bingo, bango there she was….’Ooo La Laa’. I call her thus, because she is French.

I imagined two things before meeting her.
1/ If she was to be shit at her job, she would sound good.
2/ She would utter the words’ “oooooo la laaa” after every sentence l uttered. Disappointingly, this was not the case.

I’d been going through a slump, no movement in the swamp and had failed in a job interview for a cracker of a job, l was living next door to my ex and this was now hindering the natural flow of moving forward. I felt a little unable to cope and l little unsure of myself…….so time to call in the French Legion.

So what is my point of this Blog entry? Not so much a declaration that l was troubled, but that sometimes you just get bogged. The very fact that l finally decided to talk things through meant that l was going to budge, to think………to change.

Change was already in the wind, l was thinking of travel and l had signed up to an Internet dating website. I visited Ooo La Laa for maybe three sessions but these were usually three weeks apart. Each time l returned l had to give her a quick revise on my history, countries l’d visited dates l’d been on….in attempt to remind her who l was and what the hell l was doing handing $120 cold hard cash to her. Was l even on the books? …ooooo la la.

She was in her late 50’s perhaps early 60’s, elegant…….French looking but she looked tired, wrecked, drained from years of fucked-up stories. She lived in an equally elegant abode in South Melbourne. Ooo La Laa was not slumming it but could have done with a break and a bit of dye applied to the grey regrowth.
I felt that she looked more drained than l did, that did not seem to be of any comfort.

Although difficult to get an appointment, on leaving my first session she did say “If you eeeva feel soo dark that you must go to the West Gate Bridge, call me”.
In true form, l stated. “I don’t drive”.
l’m sure that for some, it should not be divulged that there is another option to a bridge....was her next statement professional negligence?
“Well, if you feel like throwing yourself infront of a tram, call me”. I assured her that l would…..if the need arose. …ooooo la la.

Ooo La Laa taught me:
- Change is good.
- That internet dating is the way of the times....but l was already onto this one.
- It is important to have a list…… “Would you go shopping without a list?"
"Noooooooo”, she said.. . …ooooo la la.
- Do not,under any circumstance think that you are in love with the person on the other end of the computer…you have not met, you do not know them.

The internet seemed to be helping her business. Poor souls, looking for love and when they meet their other on the other side of the keyboard, they were a nerd with the inability to connect without adding a smiley face at the end of each sentence. So Ooo La Laa was encouraging me to continue this internet route…….but would it benefit her in the end? Would l be ringing her from a tram stop “Ooo La Laa, help me……l met my internet love and she was a 50 year old man named Bruce with halitosis……l’m gonna jump.”

She also reassured me that l was not a snob, that it was perfectly normal to judge people online by how they looked. Going through the process of acknowledging what sort of person l was attracted to. She simply stated, “Would you buy a couch if you did not like the fabric?” …ooooo la la.

We did not last long together...me and Ooo La Laa. She could not give me enough of her time, l was changing too fast, moving on. But this was a good thing, l had outgrown her and maybe one less outpouring of a soul would give her some time to fix her roots.

I left a message on her answering machine to cancel my last appointment. I found it to be a little tardy and “ohh so French”, that she did not return my call.

Perhaps l should send her a postcard from Sydney.

Dear Ooo La Laaa,
Times they were a changing.
Have shipped my couch to Sydney.
Loving the new fabric.

X Not so Startled Bunny
…..ooooo la laaaaaaaa

Psychic Love – Bunny Style

2008-11-18T16:59:00.001+11:00

Why is it when your life is in flux – when you’ve made changes but you do not know what is around the corner - is it just me, or is this when we all make that booking to see a Psychic?

I’d only been to one ‘card reading’ type of psychic with a friend, it was 15 years ago and we named her ‘Madam Robyn’. At the time of the reading, she had glimpses of fantastical wonder. Like laughing at the end of the session, when she had to tune in and conjure up my ‘Animal Symbol’…my ogga-booga totem animal. I guess she was used to coming up with Eagle, Moose, Cayotee running………mine however was a giant comical Frog. It amused her no end. It had its relevance, l was doing a show called ‘Kiss a Frog’ and my nickname in Primary and High School was….Frog. But it was all rather useless at the time, she was a bit more like Nostradamus, minus the world events!!? In hindsight ‘Madam Robyn’,was rather accurate.

Where is she now? I did not have time to roam the Psychic card-tables at markets around the state…..l needed spiritual guidance now.

Actually, l wasn’t really seeking it. It just so happened that two friends thought l should. So it seems that l have done a psychic a year for the past two years. Lets stick with a theme…..Psychic 2007…..’Madam L.A’ She had that alluring quality….you left a text message only to wait and wait. It was like calling a shifty drug dealer….just waiting to be accepted as a client……..had she not called back because she had read something into my text? She finally took me in and l made my way out to the burbs to found her small crystal-laden unit. I felt the judging eyes of the neighbours burning into the back of my head as l pressed the doorbell………”there is another one, searching, trying to find her high”. I was gonna get my psychic hit. ‘

Madam L.A’ had the vibe but she was slightly disconcerting. One eye was firmly planted…. well, somewhere else in the room. Perhaps this was her inner eye. To us common folk, this would just be called swivs.

My friend had been to see ‘Madam L.A’ and found her guidance of use……..l on the other hand thought she was a crock. Not saying that l didn’t believe in her when l was there, gave her my full belief. It is just that again………in hindsight, she was no Nostradamus. I’ll be fair, perhaps she was having an off day. And this is where I wonder…… is there feedback? Do people call ‘Madam L.A’ a year later and go……”hey, you know that $80….can l have it back?” …………..”Did you know l was going to call?”
Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep…………………..

I must say that she covered more than just my good-self. You see…….my friend had advised me that she reads from photographs, l don’t even remember if she had cards as l was too busy trying to write everything she said down. I think she just read from the pictures and had a panel of spirits on hand. One was a Dr who had obviously died from malpractice or old age. He totally botched up…….it was my mother who had the eye problems and the dizziness the following year and not my father. Having brought the photos of family and friends, l felt a little ripped off as they got more of a reading than l did. None of their divined futures have come true……….as yet. Nor did mine.

Role on 2008, Another friend wanted me to go to a reading with her and although l really, really didn’t feel up to hearing and placing misguided hopes, l went. This was a tradition with my friend and her mother, her mother had died the previous year. So it was about….being there.

‘Madam Faye’ was full of spunk and had been in this business for 30 years, you wouldn’t be game questioning this woman! She read from cards and this time l recorded the session so that l could really listen to my future.

Let me state here for the record that l do believe in Psychics. But l believe that you should always hold a level of scepticism… until they prove their worth. Anyone can claim to be psychic and learn to shuffle a deck of cards.

So how did this Madam rank? Well, again…….l don’t think she scored that well but higher than Madam 2007. She was very accurate about the job l had just been for and missed out on. She was very correct about elements of my job.

She hit the top two ……job and relationship. Which is what l had gone there for. The third was that l was psychic…….that news is nothing new, they always tell me that. It seems that l just have to choose to accept the mission and decide what l will do with it.

So, the job reading didn’t really tell me much…….the next job is to be the springboard to the biggy.
The relationship……..well after awhile, l asked her the question…….”but what if l’ve never gone out with a bloke?” I felt the temperature change with ‘Madam Faye’………she paused and then hammered me with questions until l admitted “Ok, ok.. so l liked a guy……once………25 years ago.” She told me that the cards did not define between male or female, l felt this to be quite contridictory to her entire reading up until that moment….she was obviously just miffed that she’d made a mistake….or been outed.

So it was to be divined that l was to get a new job and a new girl…….of the girl, she told me hair colour, age, star sign and that she had been in the military once. I left, imagining some butch G.I-Jane and was not at all pleased. I wondered, why is it that psychics can give you that amount of detail but not the girls name or where the hell you found each other.

One thing l did pick up from ‘Madam Faye’……..and when this happened, l wanted to call her and ask, “Does every client get a free ghost?”

I had gone home that night and lay in the bath thinking about my future life with G.I Jane and the many commando rolls that we would do together……..this wonderful dream was disturbed by a small crunching sound and as l turned my head, the bath towel on the rail moved to the left. “Great!, a freek’n ghost has followed me home!!” I had been lying there wondering what the noise had been, but when l finally got up, l stood on my pajamas and heard the exact sound, the scrunching of the PJ’s tag on the tiles. Dam ghost had stood on my Jimmy Jams! Not only that……on telling this story, my friend ‘Word Girl’ pointed out…….it was also a pervy ghost. Great! That night, I asked the ghost to go…….to leave me alone……l wasn’t ready for this……not now.

Six months later, l don’t have the job yet but l have met a girl. Does she tick all the boxes for Psychic love and do l throw her back if she doesn’t?

Well……………in the ‘No’ column…….wrong age, wrong star sign.
In the ‘Yes’ column…..she has quoted the psychic by saying “l was very blonde when l was young”.
In the ‘Maybe’ column……..she was not in the military but both of her parents were.

So is it Psychic Love? I figure that………..until l see my first commando roll, it is up in the air.
My ghost obeyed and did not return.
I am searching out a card table to start my new job…….’Psychic Bunny’.

‘Facebook Mental-Profile Test’ - Bunny Style

2008-11-12T23:53:00.001+11:00

Sometimes we raise the question……”what did we do before the Internet?”

I think the answer to “What did we do before Facebook?” Would be…lots!! No wonder offices ban it……..l tend to use it as an instant messenger and mail service, some use it as a Scrabble board or a mean way to publicly humiliate by posting and tagging bad photos of our friends.

When l travelled by myself, thoughts started running through my head that went like this:

Startled Bunny is................
now clear that after two hours, the girl at the hotel who gave her directions had no understanding of what l was saying.

Startled Bunny is................
considering purchasing satellite navigation tomorrow for obvious reasons and having someone to chat to

Startled Bunny is................
wondering why retired men in hats congregate in parks....billions of them...and look at her like she is some sort of giant squirrel.

Startled Bunny cant................
get a taxi because no driver understands her... thinking of drawing landmarks tomorrow

Startled Bunny is................
finding Korean people friendly but every time they direct me, it is in the wrong direction.

Startled Bunny has....
not seen one other tourist today.

Startled Bunny has...
giant....humidity hair.

I was concerned. Had my life been simplified into a bunch of status updates? Because l was walking along, nobody to talk to other than a non-stop, free-lowing status update running through my head.

When l was recently ‘Facebook Friend-ed’ by someone l had not met yet…..but who l was in contact with on the Internet dating site…….and was about to meet…..I was Friendship stuck……caught in a Facebook corner. I had to accept her friendship.

So then l had the chance to know a lot more about this Friend/Stranger….and look at photos, wall entries, causes, groups but what was most frightening and revealing is the ‘Status Updates’. A secret stalker…….yet a “Friend”.

Have you stopped and considered, have you stopped and looked to see that your status entries go back and back and back and back………. to the day you joined.
It is like some sort of personality profile, a mental profiler of sorts.

My new friend was concerning…..she didn’t really pass my new ‘Facebook Mental-Profile Test’.

Then l wondered about my own mental profile.

My findings are:
STOP with the status updates because you are not funny
Who the FUCK cares!!

‘Facebook Mental-Profile Test Results’

…..Startled Bunny is crazy as ever, but not too concerned.

I advise to read this as a cure to insomnia:

Startled Bunny joined Facebook.
Startled Bunny is married to her new ipod.
Startled Bunny is pondering change.
Startled Bunny is giving the dog a haircut...mullet.
Startled Bunny is playing imagine if.
Startled Bunny is sooooooooooooo tired.
Startled Bunny is about to buy the dress of terror.
Startled Bunny is looking at pink dress.
Startled Bunny is about to go and buy a pair of heels.
Startled Bunny is wondering what the hell to say.
Startled Bunny is a nervious bridesmaid or is that budsmaid?
Startled Bunny is ready for 2007 to end.
Startled Bunny is on the run. Outback style!
Startled Bunny is packing her bags and herself and heading 650km NW of Alice Springs.
Startled Bunny is in Mt Libig and Kahootz'n with the kids.
Startled Bunny is in Papunya and finished teaching the little kids a splendid animation titled 'Shark eats Dolphin'.
Startled Bunny is in Papunya going to sleep in a swag on a classroom floor...outback camping!
Startled Bunny is up to record kids voices and drive back to Alice.
Startled Bunny is out of her swag and ready to record kids voices and drive back to Alice.
Startled Bunny is back.
Startled Bunny is going underground.
Startled Bunny is about to press the cocktail button.
Startled Bunny is wishing the power didn't go out b4 she pressed the cocktail button.
Startled Bunny is training her guide dog.
Startled Bunny is sorry.
Startled Bunny is Kahootz'n all night long.
Startled Bunny is sing'n 'burn baby burn'...No. 3 is finished!
Startled Bunny is celebrating the end of all deadlines.
Startled Bunny is preparing to get older, there are no instructions.
Startled Bunny is laaaaaaazzzzzzzzzeeeeee.
Startled Bunny is preparing for the mothership to land...planet Dot.
Startled Bunny is getting job interview sickness.
Startled Bunny is going to to try a bit of inprov tomorrow!
Startled Bunny failed improv, didn't know what came after the letters ABC....
Startled Bunny is singing, a..b....c...deeerrrrrrrrrr.
Startled Bunny is sandy, dusty and stinky.
Startled Bunny is wondering why you can't fly direct from Montreal to Vancouver, do l have to stop everywhere in the US?
Startled Bunny is booked for Soeul.
Startled Bunny is booked for Vancouver.
Startled Bunny is searching for somewhere to stay in San Francisco.
Startled Bunny is trying something new.
Startled Bunny was late to work because of something new.
Startled Bunny has been hit with the wikki stick.
Startled Bunny is all better.
Startled Bunny is in the Gip.
Startled Bunny is doing well on her list.
Startled Bunny is counting her chickens b4 thry've hatched.
Startled Bunny is a big scaredy cat.
Startled Bunny is a brave scaredy cat.
Startled Bunny is going to see Claire about her big, big hair.
Startled Bunny has given up smoking...forever!
Startled Bunny is haaaang'n by the telephone.
Startled Bunny is on hold...or has been disconnected.
Startled Bunny is sending a big hug to bud on her first day. x.
Startled Bunny has set D Day...now shut my trap and wait!
Startled Bunny is so happy that it wasn't Julia Gillard who called.
Startled Bunny has to wait 4 weeks for D-Day.
Startled Bunny is sick to see Kim go....sooo sick!
Startled Bunny is sick of 'Jive Talkin', movin' onto 'You should be Dancing'.
Startled Bunny is not sure about the Sofa, l feel like the entire cast of prisoner have contacted me.
Startled Bunny is fighting the cold and handing-over.
Startled Bunny is cleaning, packing and feeling REALLY sick today...sorry to all holidaymakers on the plane tomorrow who will have this cold also!
Startled Bunny is so sick, l can hardly pack. Woe is meeee!
Startled Bunny eaten greeeezy street stall food and finally found her hotel in seoul...yipeee.
Startled Bunny is full of Seoul.
Startled Bunny is queen of navigation, can`t put a foot wrong in her new Puma sneeks.
Startled Bunny just scored that seat in the middle...of the middle...for 14 hours...yeahy!
Startled Bunny is in New York.
Startled Bunny thinks NY may be a total blur, she has just discovered the free pour!
Startled Bunny is in the Soho Apple store..nerding out!
Startled Bunny is sleepless.
Startled Bunny is getting ready to climb the rock.
Startled Bunny has hit the wall....jetlag finally wins.
Startled Bunny is having a bbq and feeling better.
Startled Bunny now knows that bars for the laydeez are crud....worldwide!
Startled Bunny may have to leave NY for her own safety...if l eat one more hot dog on a street corner!
Startled Bunny has been defeated by the NY heat and pavement, time to pack.
Startled Bunny is getting ready for a NY nightclub...oooo!
Startled Bunny is in Montreal and just, just, just made the train.
Startled Bunny is oooooolala.
Startled Bunny is oolalalov'n Montreal but is getting up at 5am for Vancouver.
Startled Bunny has arrived at the gayest flat in Vancouver!
Startled Bunny is about to go to sleep in the gayest bed in Vancouver.
Startled Bunny has pounded the Vancouver streets and discovered hundreds of meth users.
Startled Bunny went to Grouse mountain....it was grouse.
Startled Bunny has one more sleep until San Francisco...getting tired now!
Startled Bunny just saw an L Word actress...and pondered for some time why she looked so familiar.
Startled Bunny needs a holiday....l'm soooo tired!
Startled Bunny may have lost her mobile...hope the Mexicans aren't calling home.
Startled Bunny is on her last day of 'race around the world'.
Startled Bunny is packing her bag and leaving San Francisco for Melbourne.
Startled Bunny is changing over in Korea.
Startled Bunny was held up in customs for having big American hair and carrying over the legal amount of muffstaches.
Startled Bunny has been offered the package and is gonna run for the hills.
Startled Bunny is cursing the iPhone at 4am.
Startled Bunny is a puffer fish in the snow.
Startled Bunny has a double whammy.
Startled Bunny misses her flicks.
Startled Bunny is uneasy.
Startled Bunny is perplexed.
Startled Bunny has a small break in her heart, will be glued by tomorrow.
Startled Bunny loves her friends.
Startled Bunny is not gonna count her muffs b4 they hatch.
Startled Bunny is flabergasted.
Startled Bunny is nervous.
Startled Bunny has had her first date in 14 years.
Startled Bunny has a creeper.
Startled Bunny is sick of juggling 4 balls, going to try one and a knife.
Startled Bunny is 95% sure.
Startled Bunny is 99.1% sure.
Startled Bunny is 99.9% sure.
Startled Bunny is 100% sure.
Startled Bunny is going to Sydney...to live.
Startled Bunny is morphing into some unknown fast moving....thing.
Startled Bunny can't believe her Sydney day.
Startled Bunny has started the month of good-bye..otherwise known as liver-fest.
Startled Bunny is skipping to Sydney...four days of Sydney bootcamp.
Startled Bunny has found her Sydney legs in Birchgrove.
Startled Bunny has the perfect job-agent on her case.
Startled Bunny is boarding the rollercoaster...or is it the ghost train.
Startled Bunny visited a primary school and was reminded that we are nerdy software gods...yeahy team!
Startled Bunny is wondering what life will be like without a job....it will involve water.
Startled Bunny is patting her pony and saddling up for Tuff Muff....Hi_Ho.
Startled Bunny is proud to say that her last Melbourne muff....was her best muff.
Startled Bunny has stayed back in the office late to do some shredding and wiping her office down for fingerprints....they will never pin this software on me.
Startled Bunny has 2.5 hours of job left...yeeeeeeeeeeeahy!
Startled Bunny has .5 hour of job left...yeeeeeeeeeeeahy!
Startled Bunny is officially living off the lamb....baaaaaaaaahhhhhh!
Startled Bunny has been bitten by the lamb....and is very, very sick.
Startled Bunny is gonna sleeeeeeeeeep in...this week...and next...maybe the one after too.
Startled Bunny is fighting the forces of good and evil.
Startled Bunny thinks she will go with good over evil.
Startled Bunny is just....wow.
Startled Bunny is starting to stress....had to happen!
Startled Bunny is feeling low.....that had to happen too.
Startled Bunny is ironing sheets....this is a first!!
Startled Bunny is daring or really, really stoopid...this is a poll!
Startled Bunny is finally packing up her life into boxes.
Startled Bunny is asking why the world has to be sooo unkind...why Naprogesic on move day....for the loooooooove of god owwwwwwwwwwww.
Startled Bunny is packing.....still..1am....l will make it when the van pulls up.
Startled Bunny at 2am is about to head to the St Kilda Streets to go through bins to find newspaper.......all class here!!
Startled Bunny is getting tardy at 3am....it can all be sold on eBay.
Startled Bunny is getting close to 3.30am and now plans to dump stuff next door...kirsten needs a herb brewer...a caserole pot....a really old blender....
Startled Bunny at 4am is wondering if the packing serevice would have been money well spent....how do l bubble wrap giant paintings?
Startled Bunny lasted till near 5am...Bo is now distressed...she is onto me....she's break'n my heart!
Startled Bunny is scrubbing and handing over the keys.
Startled Bunny has been cleaning in silence for 5 hrs and is going nuts....2 more to to...help!
Startled Bunny is on the move.
Startled Bunny is hanging out with the folks.
Startled Bunny thought about going for a job....phew, it passed.
Startled Bunny is counting down the days.
Startled Bunny is hanging out with Bo...5 last days o'Bo..sob
Startled Bunny is sneezing....and many of you know what that means....Happy Birthday Vanessa!
Startled Bunny is counting em...........4.
Startled Bunny is counting em...3.
Startled Bunny feels sick.
Startled Bunny is on the final leg of the marathon...Tulla here l come.
Startled Bunny is now living in Sydney.
Startled Bunny is missing Bo.
Startled Bunny is nursing Sydney calves.
Startled Bunny has turned into a morning person....and eating breakfast....something is wrong.
Startled Bunny has decided that it is time to release the bunny.

…………..if you got to the end. You are rewarded with the ‘Status Update’, that l recently ‘Un-Friend-ed’ the girl who was really a stranger. We met once, l fell on her……more on that later.

Her status updates got more disturbing, her profile photos looked gimmer, sadder….we never contacted each other…….l wonder if she has noticed that l am no longer her friend.
Does she care? Has she noticed?

I wondered if her status update had one day read…….
….is wondering why that bitch dropped me as a friend.

I want to write to Facebook and ask……..where is the ‘Clear All Status Updates’ button?

I want a clean mental slate....state.

Move - bunny style

2008-10-29T13:52:00.001+11:00

The elusive bunny is late.....but what is new! I should have called this blog 'Turtle in the Headlights'. So l'll have to start this blog thing by looking backwards, just as long as l never slip up and look inwards.

I've been in Sydney for a week now....yes moved. I was told that l needed to end my sentences with moved as people kept thinking that l was leaving Melbourne for a trip....holiday or some jaunty gay outing to Sydney.

Lets talk about moving.........well since my retirement l didn't seem to be doing a lot of moving. I think l was plastered to the couch for a week and of course my 'internet research' was keeping me busy. More on that later!

So.........dis-functional girl was not really, really, not totally ready when the removalist turned up. Typing that sentence also reminds me that l must give them a call to find out where my furniture is stored.

You see, l thought l was a minimalist, l thought l didn't have much to pack.......and perhaps l didn't. In the big picture, considering flat size and my clutter-less existence but again, l forgot to factor-in that l am a turtle.......slow and don't like to stick my head out and see what's going on sometimes.

So the couple of boxes that had been packed during the week of the move didn't really count for jack and the real packing was done the night before, which stretched into the morning....ok, so l got 2 hours sleep and the bloody buggers turned up early! I mean for the love of god....when they give you a timeline of 11-3pm...l was really hoping for 2pm but l got 10am and they were moving boxes from under me.....literally closing them and taping them before l'd finished.

Thank goodness 'Little Red Riding Hood' had come to help pull the bed apart......it must be said that since it fell on my head...the cursed thing has never been put together or taken apart by me. Was there a news bulletin that went round to my friends to say that l can't be trusted with a bed?

Anyway.........the truck drove away and l was left with those items you just don't know what to do with.....the old blender, the caserole dish, the bird pictures. Where do these important things in my life go?

Hence, my neighbor has just got home from Thailand with a large pile of luggage in her bedroom with a note "Sorry". But see, now l can claim that l don't have any baggage from my last relationship.

I have moved.