tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15008039746723157912024-02-20T17:35:10.580-08:00Hare in the WindHello. I'm a stuffed bunny. Nice to meet you. Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger51125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1500803974672315791.post-91199018997369023692010-04-18T08:02:00.000-07:002013-06-07T08:02:48.309-07:00Sunday with the Shen Yun Performing Arts<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0FZkYXpameFobf5xdmlnFCer3rZYP3dThCQIr_tLMQK_p64zTFKsC9l4gShafBifSBCSN_LQvbqlQ_J-Hj9xAbMOSzofMlMV1WBvTgbhHr620Ocip_kiibrGxCkDZInuxfbPfnm9f_8OK/s1600/ShenYun1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0FZkYXpameFobf5xdmlnFCer3rZYP3dThCQIr_tLMQK_p64zTFKsC9l4gShafBifSBCSN_LQvbqlQ_J-Hj9xAbMOSzofMlMV1WBvTgbhHr620Ocip_kiibrGxCkDZInuxfbPfnm9f_8OK/s320/ShenYun1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461676353021588098" border="0" /></a>My friend, Wendy, is all into Chinese stuff, so for her birthday, I scored tickets to the <a href="http://www.shenyunperformingarts.org/">Shen Yun Performing Arts</a> show a the Buell Theater on Sunday the 18th.<br /><br />It's a day early for her birthday, but I figured it was close enough.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq2VVR4P2MkBvOai69woi83jNRG6nji8S0lHrdl97063dTeQ07z63KyWhJoKUuf897Ig1JMKrWc2BHE4zaWcPNTBsHN6MVN6yjTVqxO3hOkBdLL0h61CnlKU-_GuOCQaZCxKATUDiWM_Dt/s1600/ShenYun2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq2VVR4P2MkBvOai69woi83jNRG6nji8S0lHrdl97063dTeQ07z63KyWhJoKUuf897Ig1JMKrWc2BHE4zaWcPNTBsHN6MVN6yjTVqxO3hOkBdLL0h61CnlKU-_GuOCQaZCxKATUDiWM_Dt/s320/ShenYun2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461676342112517282" border="0" /></a>Wendy invited ShadowOwl, and I brought Wendy's mom, Karen, too. I thought she might like to get out and catch a show downtown (and I didn't want her to think that I'd only ever take her out to <a href="http://gagethebunny.blogspot.com/2006/08/sunday-sunday-sunday-ninja-fight-at.html">amusement parks</a>).<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz6bGObVZoTNDRkPB16HpfzJMiiQ_i458AeZ5h2BOMVJ2Be9G5VlgLG-Su1f-ahGcUAIj-Tr9OnVZt-3Q9H-SggKv00NINUxg4tqZCCzgptVgyIPXRSR0OkAJQ5625DIvH7Jj-pliI__Au/s1600/ShenYun5.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 263px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz6bGObVZoTNDRkPB16HpfzJMiiQ_i458AeZ5h2BOMVJ2Be9G5VlgLG-Su1f-ahGcUAIj-Tr9OnVZt-3Q9H-SggKv00NINUxg4tqZCCzgptVgyIPXRSR0OkAJQ5625DIvH7Jj-pliI__Au/s320/ShenYun5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461677839349011394" border="0" /></a>I'd never been the to the Buell before. It's nice.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT7ZylgjNQn2QN9f67J-qMJx_Pur7gzIKk0mwj72IOmzKvh_lM7AHQFYa2u3icdC6YHlxOh-sLbu_xsd1JKbQNCvadZ-2nGobcAgZX8A2x8dIksT3xMfLaA_QwB24hCKjah5swbxTOPViP/s1600/ShenYun6.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 252px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT7ZylgjNQn2QN9f67J-qMJx_Pur7gzIKk0mwj72IOmzKvh_lM7AHQFYa2u3icdC6YHlxOh-sLbu_xsd1JKbQNCvadZ-2nGobcAgZX8A2x8dIksT3xMfLaA_QwB24hCKjah5swbxTOPViP/s320/ShenYun6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461678281875444738" border="0" /></a>I haven't been downtown in AGES. But it was pretty much as I remembered it.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKL10txO6eSHDOeAACFsXguVqC9kIswVaKCYPYo4iwps_rkr2VTTksyWXBcVG_2yTVZ8WeBQsQ53xKTW8SBv_rjIba-OlgCh9si0wSCn35gWmxkziO8ti8kTtLXZnpa9XWq_nCf5uDqanj/s1600/ShenYun8.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKL10txO6eSHDOeAACFsXguVqC9kIswVaKCYPYo4iwps_rkr2VTTksyWXBcVG_2yTVZ8WeBQsQ53xKTW8SBv_rjIba-OlgCh9si0wSCn35gWmxkziO8ti8kTtLXZnpa9XWq_nCf5uDqanj/s320/ShenYun8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461678265853221282" border="0" /></a>The whole DCPA complex is really pretty. I forget how much I dig interesting architecture.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH2HNA4WWM-nrsagoXrsQxqUyD0sxwVT7vhTpSyi0W5rQCT39TnYNgMaT3nrZX9du9gz-BC-_p3zaRhPRHeL7vgTZMppDn_E8MMOcUvVDUyF0Tevfqwdw4_vNdhcR83LrWAYrxVuXKyXTE/s1600/ShenYun9.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 280px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH2HNA4WWM-nrsagoXrsQxqUyD0sxwVT7vhTpSyi0W5rQCT39TnYNgMaT3nrZX9du9gz-BC-_p3zaRhPRHeL7vgTZMppDn_E8MMOcUvVDUyF0Tevfqwdw4_vNdhcR83LrWAYrxVuXKyXTE/s320/ShenYun9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461678256243144274" border="0" /></a>With such beautiful old buildings around the Buell, it wasn't a surprise that Wendy wasn't the only photographer there.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6rvt378rC-ss0B0qJzNZlByX8KFfpsPUvoVsis4iIX8ciOBgwza6oTbwRrJejpY0nHxp1yiA4zd7XbiIfH41rEtVIU0tCjfXGNsY3X3OTM5Zi34-7kI4tRJKhh50tl5Pb7WBeQndDOHo9/s1600/ShenYun10.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6rvt378rC-ss0B0qJzNZlByX8KFfpsPUvoVsis4iIX8ciOBgwza6oTbwRrJejpY0nHxp1yiA4zd7XbiIfH41rEtVIU0tCjfXGNsY3X3OTM5Zi34-7kI4tRJKhh50tl5Pb7WBeQndDOHo9/s320/ShenYun10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461678249196422786" border="0" /></a>Though the other photographer wasn't taking pictures of stuffed bunnies.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5CB8vi_Fek9d2tbBDZhE1W9I_HFMLKdo81PaYMrE0eY3B5V62uzBLbFa-3wKBcshotv1SIagSImtiom11eS09vDtluQ4aN43h5tqp2mirHpqzpdrrwBkavjHaqcOhJQ4ACm1OloAgMhtU/s1600/ShenYun7.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5CB8vi_Fek9d2tbBDZhE1W9I_HFMLKdo81PaYMrE0eY3B5V62uzBLbFa-3wKBcshotv1SIagSImtiom11eS09vDtluQ4aN43h5tqp2mirHpqzpdrrwBkavjHaqcOhJQ4ACm1OloAgMhtU/s320/ShenYun7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461678274288039442" border="0" /></a>Obviously, photos weren't allowed inside during the show, but I can tell you it was incredible. All of us were completely in awe of the amazing grace and beauty of the dancers, and the orchestra was amazing (though invisible, tucked under the stage and all).<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq7yrDMfbyuv0GSnc0dZ1R0BRBQKlPwhtZKKh6O9NZeausvnb7Tva82xxX1WbSqpDqzIZ00io7fprLHADeP2uaye7JNVOp7eYf7mnud3zipqX3Y4uS6pQ9H8t3jN0KBboazHWnNjuQ62mh/s1600/ShenYun13.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq7yrDMfbyuv0GSnc0dZ1R0BRBQKlPwhtZKKh6O9NZeausvnb7Tva82xxX1WbSqpDqzIZ00io7fprLHADeP2uaye7JNVOp7eYf7mnud3zipqX3Y4uS6pQ9H8t3jN0KBboazHWnNjuQ62mh/s320/ShenYun13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461680171196729106" border="0" /></a>Afterwards, we wandered through downtown Denver, headed towards the perfect restaurant to follow up a Shen Yun performance.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivnXM7-EBxH-yi2HMwRliV_kdgR2TTOH-tB6Vd7IFk1H1NCLJkDrErbvqh2BxtvE4i1TqiZgFUO-CSzhLnOMIyR8UT2CK6gjLzlehKMyymsMiOzzjbCbCQWHx8tKjZVa1n8VT5EllssHGU/s1600/ShenYun14.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivnXM7-EBxH-yi2HMwRliV_kdgR2TTOH-tB6Vd7IFk1H1NCLJkDrErbvqh2BxtvE4i1TqiZgFUO-CSzhLnOMIyR8UT2CK6gjLzlehKMyymsMiOzzjbCbCQWHx8tKjZVa1n8VT5EllssHGU/s320/ShenYun14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461680161732085922" border="0" /></a>It had really been a while since I'd been downtown, but it was just as nifty as I remembered it.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlnrAA_uYC3joZdYj9HX4WF9lN1F2N8qwjKb5IeUoWA6rGsDf5IJBfYN6wfHsDFONMNoZBlZXgpHph_SlpCFUB02ztKjn09fXS0k4rwIVpHhlvNpWks4_Gvj5vPtfHDwmdQnN9IuEgKBmD/s1600/ShenYun15.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlnrAA_uYC3joZdYj9HX4WF9lN1F2N8qwjKb5IeUoWA6rGsDf5IJBfYN6wfHsDFONMNoZBlZXgpHph_SlpCFUB02ztKjn09fXS0k4rwIVpHhlvNpWks4_Gvj5vPtfHDwmdQnN9IuEgKBmD/s320/ShenYun15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461680153496300034" border="0" /></a>Nothing says "High Rise Apartments" like an <a href="http://www.lornet.com/prospector/articles/oldprospector.htm">Old Prospector</a>. ShadowOwl and I have both been meaning to take our own "walking tour" of downtown and photograph some of the statues strewn about the city. You never know. We might just do it. Someday. Maybe.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUwyeQvc9kw-x8yNZji7-fRdIWIOar-ETF-SNkukSn-UcLP9QcCStN2qAFN0O9jWmtNmwv3AuLXHZwMWpbVGpY6aukK00ccvLwXOtzqdVkHKe30LmQoZq7TD2lM2bGhqMMrMaH81USbK-m/s1600/ShenYun16.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 279px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUwyeQvc9kw-x8yNZji7-fRdIWIOar-ETF-SNkukSn-UcLP9QcCStN2qAFN0O9jWmtNmwv3AuLXHZwMWpbVGpY6aukK00ccvLwXOtzqdVkHKe30LmQoZq7TD2lM2bGhqMMrMaH81USbK-m/s320/ShenYun16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461681993774626866" border="0" /></a>Karen wanted a picture of me with the flowers. And who am I to refuse a photo request?<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkGJWa8NS-DnSutN8xblZqBN9Itu-w5DeklUPGQuGZinQvzt0BT2Ns-Vc034c-IVeHsVlAXMBgD_6waWtUcv9w4kYa-CfbGFD86gt-nemS_gbTS_5Bxj9_5JsMnXD6MqGdrQ-TSBMSFuuS/s1600/ShenYun17.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkGJWa8NS-DnSutN8xblZqBN9Itu-w5DeklUPGQuGZinQvzt0BT2Ns-Vc034c-IVeHsVlAXMBgD_6waWtUcv9w4kYa-CfbGFD86gt-nemS_gbTS_5Bxj9_5JsMnXD6MqGdrQ-TSBMSFuuS/s320/ShenYun17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461681976893004338" border="0" /></a>The Pegasus is new. I hadn't seen this before, and ShadowOwl said they'd just put it in in the past few months.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWvqejMrH_aV0xQhbkvCbsaFHhsmjEZptEv2P9uoN67ta7k3THysYtCb35k1anWq1rGmLywR-1XlaF5av8hM-Cin5YK0qS98aSiTQHIXBBVIpDo4KkQSbKDThyjDW7KTvxkaasUbRKmsNb/s1600/ShenYun18.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWvqejMrH_aV0xQhbkvCbsaFHhsmjEZptEv2P9uoN67ta7k3THysYtCb35k1anWq1rGmLywR-1XlaF5av8hM-Cin5YK0qS98aSiTQHIXBBVIpDo4KkQSbKDThyjDW7KTvxkaasUbRKmsNb/s320/ShenYun18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461681967973231730" border="0" /></a>Really great view from up here, but I'm glad he didn't take off or anything.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8-vDOzeXAlgZ4bfjxGWn9fk1-x8H2EMvkYLSUjsthbQjrQuCCad-yp1Jsp5Vjk71TtX1ZL3HG4JZRfQiK_QwlYn8UzQqMieoDXS9STAwSEYG0qwKKd3kGGSVT3mlt4LkEHHYW9d98VrfZ/s1600/ShenYun19.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8-vDOzeXAlgZ4bfjxGWn9fk1-x8H2EMvkYLSUjsthbQjrQuCCad-yp1Jsp5Vjk71TtX1ZL3HG4JZRfQiK_QwlYn8UzQqMieoDXS9STAwSEYG0qwKKd3kGGSVT3mlt4LkEHHYW9d98VrfZ/s320/ShenYun19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461681959311514258" border="0" /></a>And then, there we were. Yummy P.F. Chang's!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1b-Hbmy2kRmHziTnJg6ctdmXqEuik7pIEGmspQopfjYiNu_NP8vh8HyKND9JzzOd_J5OxOtx7PYl_lw66I3qKLkf-_m968QTh1rM8ZZ-N_fF-zvTZjYSiefEuNXNfSxhBvi99veYoyutI/s1600/ShenYun20.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1b-Hbmy2kRmHziTnJg6ctdmXqEuik7pIEGmspQopfjYiNu_NP8vh8HyKND9JzzOd_J5OxOtx7PYl_lw66I3qKLkf-_m968QTh1rM8ZZ-N_fF-zvTZjYSiefEuNXNfSxhBvi99veYoyutI/s320/ShenYun20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461681958815779762" border="0" /></a>Everything at P.F. Chang's is delicious. It was hard to decide what to get.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgym91FY4Fc5veoI6VQjxIbbSQpTfIMnvhQugAwfA4y5dIAqz0FWSsrur_U7QA83zVKEf1S4FQ75pkQ6Y_oPPTgicp101gMwMBVzS3FYx89gHcme4dij7JusWMkofassY0X5TD_LWEwP5DD/s1600/ShenYun21.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgym91FY4Fc5veoI6VQjxIbbSQpTfIMnvhQugAwfA4y5dIAqz0FWSsrur_U7QA83zVKEf1S4FQ75pkQ6Y_oPPTgicp101gMwMBVzS3FYx89gHcme4dij7JusWMkofassY0X5TD_LWEwP5DD/s320/ShenYun21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461683017702988418" border="0" /></a>Well yeah, I had to get a picture with Mr. Chang.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfJ9KOa-JscPReptzqI9x93u1InNZkHZEijJZhxR-0v3W0Q2lPcDmhzwqaPNDBFNrJikLQFAEaSY9sGGoJunbPoEgHC1oeV1btwIWQWodbC1npDiG9QpWz4h68mDtQeOuGW0iu4B-iiIn_/s1600/ShenYun22.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfJ9KOa-JscPReptzqI9x93u1InNZkHZEijJZhxR-0v3W0Q2lPcDmhzwqaPNDBFNrJikLQFAEaSY9sGGoJunbPoEgHC1oeV1btwIWQWodbC1npDiG9QpWz4h68mDtQeOuGW0iu4B-iiIn_/s320/ShenYun22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461683015764189314" border="0" /></a>Mmmm, lettuce wraps.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFhhmLK59hofUil8CsQqZMQzEjc4CTCaQTXac1FlB-q8IBsXUouG3dUHDBSJL0dy07S4mm4nr1RbRrdprfVdt4-0HaxT_pWDy9j1jqHujAZNh-b3_o9jaqvIVDNYVGVitY6wdRvJkJ-aKP/s1600/ShenYun23.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFhhmLK59hofUil8CsQqZMQzEjc4CTCaQTXac1FlB-q8IBsXUouG3dUHDBSJL0dy07S4mm4nr1RbRrdprfVdt4-0HaxT_pWDy9j1jqHujAZNh-b3_o9jaqvIVDNYVGVitY6wdRvJkJ-aKP/s320/ShenYun23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461683006667167138" border="0" /></a>Mmm, dual dessert!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp_BFqFT82wa9CeTEixqg_g5g2rxBTAZD7VndRY-58ZclIwUa3SnqMAzupyzYM5tFLsuy8FWOGJ3doMBAWJqoFschlip0_MYjQ2P2a1aOmxrfXwzLlaDoiZrkmmpIOoKn1kr-H_j9s4917/s1600/ShenYun24.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp_BFqFT82wa9CeTEixqg_g5g2rxBTAZD7VndRY-58ZclIwUa3SnqMAzupyzYM5tFLsuy8FWOGJ3doMBAWJqoFschlip0_MYjQ2P2a1aOmxrfXwzLlaDoiZrkmmpIOoKn1kr-H_j9s4917/s320/ShenYun24.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461682997877388850" border="0" /></a>We had the most awesome, most fun, most rabbit friendly waiter that I think we have EVER met. His name is Alon and he rocked. If you're ever at the P.F. Changs downtown and you're lucky enough to get Alon tell him that Gage the Bunny says "howdy" and tip him a lot. He's awesome.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJNdEpoASMsi-MAg9YeXEZd6svL48hyphenhyphentIJEUAai5H16nD7uUYYYU5Hqg6xv9DPI8KESF0WoX-jC4oYchQh9RZUGNNJJdaw-7HiLz4p3StLd9djqdhSObEn4D-S_3dX2lopi4qC0jVS_sUJ/s1600/ShenYun25.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 285px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJNdEpoASMsi-MAg9YeXEZd6svL48hyphenhyphentIJEUAai5H16nD7uUYYYU5Hqg6xv9DPI8KESF0WoX-jC4oYchQh9RZUGNNJJdaw-7HiLz4p3StLd9djqdhSObEn4D-S_3dX2lopi4qC0jVS_sUJ/s320/ShenYun25.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461682989323469218" border="0" /></a>More buildings on the walk back to the car. I forget how pretty downtown can be.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9LdBU1jMZ7r8LCF-F4lIeAvmCLiAwQxafKFVEp7c5wU2KZrTVUTvtE29ROorff4kOOto0IPQW0yKaMH2eRj_oAfLk8uVumh5GBo_ugwXik3soFT6y0dJjgcT9UXonmodQqjp1G565z0eL/s1600/ShenYun27.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9LdBU1jMZ7r8LCF-F4lIeAvmCLiAwQxafKFVEp7c5wU2KZrTVUTvtE29ROorff4kOOto0IPQW0yKaMH2eRj_oAfLk8uVumh5GBo_ugwXik3soFT6y0dJjgcT9UXonmodQqjp1G565z0eL/s320/ShenYun27.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461684459188181042" border="0" /></a>More tall buildings. Being a suburban bunny, I don't really see a lot of tall buildings. They're kind of cool every once in a while.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwH70QNDh6r0uLBfzuAJ6fEHaxqDPXl2vNG6K4L1CWzQc4Wi6CI-qpRX6BqiwJOb_Mv_xJJwb9ACgR6mU7F_4ayO-HZovgQoNUwTw-C2FTi8gGstRV136entlsFN69cB-akAHHxyyNzvBi/s1600/ShenYun28.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwH70QNDh6r0uLBfzuAJ6fEHaxqDPXl2vNG6K4L1CWzQc4Wi6CI-qpRX6BqiwJOb_Mv_xJJwb9ACgR6mU7F_4ayO-HZovgQoNUwTw-C2FTi8gGstRV136entlsFN69cB-akAHHxyyNzvBi/s320/ShenYun28.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461684446490910882" border="0" /></a>It was strange being back at the DCPA with no other people there.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzEboapEDF2iWmR_5SgRPoDbeCH3Lgh8WLNH79zQSWc2DuNG10yqC56Fn5XHNHYv_qcEO1Q58MIAlXB-P0ikS-kUAl9Ud-Mj9JN3HWUta1-DOJk4rFQnDiNxhREPHDZiaZmyn8UtDEQeNa/s1600/ShenYun29.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzEboapEDF2iWmR_5SgRPoDbeCH3Lgh8WLNH79zQSWc2DuNG10yqC56Fn5XHNHYv_qcEO1Q58MIAlXB-P0ikS-kUAl9Ud-Mj9JN3HWUta1-DOJk4rFQnDiNxhREPHDZiaZmyn8UtDEQeNa/s320/ShenYun29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461684441247004754" border="0" /></a>Kind of cool, though. Awesome way to end an awesome day. And tomorrow, we're ditching work and going to the zoo (in honor of my and Wendy's birthdays. Mine was the 13th.) Zoo pictures to follow (and I have seriously got to catch up on blog entries. I've done a bunch of stuff, I just didn't post any of it. So yeah, keep an eye out for that too.)<br /><br />Thanks for visiting. Hope you had a great weekend too.Gage the Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05260255946265790331noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1500803974672315791.post-66530755120092481602010-03-07T08:05:00.000-08:002013-06-07T08:05:27.978-07:00Kumo: Ninja and Elephant Conquerer Pt 2Morning didn't work out for Kumo's herd so it was more like early afternoon.<br /><br />Once again, I met Kumo outside. I didn't bring Voltaire this time figuring a giant herd of elephants might be frightening to my little doggie (and if it was another small herd, seeing them get squished again might be traumatic.)<br /><br />It actually started out pretty good.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDxdu4xVecSTrKJV2os2o3kZLGigKK0z7r-4LrwMgAIgMaiLY5_EHpy8o4skZ0zkxBfigxiNbzp_oAWhsgaDKZ8lezrdoAr1P04IaMpQHdM8yGBjjXPbLA3f0Auh6sk8HDRmed1DB1bug2/s1600-h/Jump1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDxdu4xVecSTrKJV2os2o3kZLGigKK0z7r-4LrwMgAIgMaiLY5_EHpy8o4skZ0zkxBfigxiNbzp_oAWhsgaDKZ8lezrdoAr1P04IaMpQHdM8yGBjjXPbLA3f0Auh6sk8HDRmed1DB1bug2/s320/Jump1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446085536855205202" border="0" /></a><br />Kumo had a larger herd this time. She set them running in front of her. And then, running behind them, she jumped up!<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF1eNTvlB74WW_5AC18cl2FPCDzmX-nIF_LAKKn041ZbIJlDxHkw2p-W_nqdzwPNbpiCdKA_-HL2OIcF6cU4k1Rqcs8NApQRmCh1UmmJJAKR1nDcLvQXf67e1b2Phl-NFK48SK1d8Dmt0h/s1600-h/Jump2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF1eNTvlB74WW_5AC18cl2FPCDzmX-nIF_LAKKn041ZbIJlDxHkw2p-W_nqdzwPNbpiCdKA_-HL2OIcF6cU4k1Rqcs8NApQRmCh1UmmJJAKR1nDcLvQXf67e1b2Phl-NFK48SK1d8Dmt0h/s320/Jump2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446091761521573762" border="0" /></a><br />Quick as a flash, she was over the backs of the elephants heading for the lead elephant, just like Tony Jaa in the movie!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7NoUsjrPR-0clMP0CqoJSEx3bNO_F8lFGWBuQsjlMB-DURylybRoqnm6gSnYsAkZl_v9bntBl6r10TmqZCRf8rmTKZ7Ip3nMfQENwti_OCc6xB6c4UtxDHpV66JotZUl-uXFHSKDXiWO1/s1600-h/Jump3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7NoUsjrPR-0clMP0CqoJSEx3bNO_F8lFGWBuQsjlMB-DURylybRoqnm6gSnYsAkZl_v9bntBl6r10TmqZCRf8rmTKZ7Ip3nMfQENwti_OCc6xB6c4UtxDHpV66JotZUl-uXFHSKDXiWO1/s320/Jump3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446095226225750626" border="0" /></a><br />And then there she was, on the head of the lead elephant. Her paw on his forehead, he came to an abrupt stop (just like in the movie! Who knew that's how you dominate an elephant?)<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGKk4m9exMsfLZ5Em75NIV2K2r_fD3wYEjRhyphenhyphen_wmoEof19Ejo541GZPajWhpYk45fapXIh-dzFS5e62pidirZ9jz5Kl32pjWnwek3KjiVKA3kJCn-RR0MqK5soqTAuhq_SLjndIXb7DKJG/s1600-h/Jump4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGKk4m9exMsfLZ5Em75NIV2K2r_fD3wYEjRhyphenhyphen_wmoEof19Ejo541GZPajWhpYk45fapXIh-dzFS5e62pidirZ9jz5Kl32pjWnwek3KjiVKA3kJCn-RR0MqK5soqTAuhq_SLjndIXb7DKJG/s320/Jump4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446100569745912050" border="0" /></a><br />All of the other elephants came around to face their new elephant mistress, Kumo, and bowed. And that was when I started to think there was something a bit strange about these elephants.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7q-_hHs1lTtIcyQKEQjJP44FSNkNSTIpsMp4sTMd8vv-5nwfGJRCNUfHoaCWJP3i3oFhnERvobvg-zOX1QRYymKFvTGwVYRufIPQPi-40fhM79KnXAxNJnRiBSd30cNGvKxpJK03NDF1B/s1600-h/Jump5.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 277px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7q-_hHs1lTtIcyQKEQjJP44FSNkNSTIpsMp4sTMd8vv-5nwfGJRCNUfHoaCWJP3i3oFhnERvobvg-zOX1QRYymKFvTGwVYRufIPQPi-40fhM79KnXAxNJnRiBSd30cNGvKxpJK03NDF1B/s320/Jump5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446101116138923506" border="0" /></a>As Kumo came over to tell me what an awesome ninja she was, the "elephants" started taking off their masks, and I realized who Kumo had been on the phone with all night last night.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1QsQf9LA7fOp-AuXnkqTQb318w5-EhcQFndYvEI17qnMZf3AkSrlSm_eUS-dI8zN64RFrMY9TrYPWVrIQq-4UNmrbpsOSextluroNEPBRZem6ERnuRAIglbTFJsF7FdddsAFopR2SWvU2/s1600-h/Jump6.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1QsQf9LA7fOp-AuXnkqTQb318w5-EhcQFndYvEI17qnMZf3AkSrlSm_eUS-dI8zN64RFrMY9TrYPWVrIQq-4UNmrbpsOSextluroNEPBRZem6ERnuRAIglbTFJsF7FdddsAFopR2SWvU2/s320/Jump6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446101568033857634" border="0" /></a>When I told her that I found her herd a little "familiar" she explained to me that she'd had a hard time finding elephants, so she decided to make her own.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3g9TZYUvtAPnkD6Odx7GlA5eFAoZlWJWLj30xPJMeLYMUvBaGQwuZYEZ-4tX-62vxvZG23EttjvPK5XyiQ0FuK8qRz-Bziuej46VHDLPEKynC3oy_Frg_3lC9WdensmFRgMGNSc-3dImk/s1600-h/Jump7.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3g9TZYUvtAPnkD6Odx7GlA5eFAoZlWJWLj30xPJMeLYMUvBaGQwuZYEZ-4tX-62vxvZG23EttjvPK5XyiQ0FuK8qRz-Bziuej46VHDLPEKynC3oy_Frg_3lC9WdensmFRgMGNSc-3dImk/s320/Jump7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446102207845621554" border="0" /></a>Just then my cousin, Justin, wandered over to say "Hi" and remind Kumo that she'd promised all of the cousins she'd hired as elephants that she'd take them out for carrot cake.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXm-1YtyinIVwvRUMhluzs-aVw_wndb6mosmm5oVL9BVcciYZIaFeYuGLFgfhnLUXwP9zGz3m9NgGKFbpgcIYMYRGEeJMxidhyphenhyphenPmjKamPsu2wfsHCgqWiki0_pDFNFFlAfYPMvztoJp43h/s1600-h/Jump8.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 263px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXm-1YtyinIVwvRUMhluzs-aVw_wndb6mosmm5oVL9BVcciYZIaFeYuGLFgfhnLUXwP9zGz3m9NgGKFbpgcIYMYRGEeJMxidhyphenhyphenPmjKamPsu2wfsHCgqWiki0_pDFNFFlAfYPMvztoJp43h/s320/Jump8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446102717758050978" border="0" /></a>So, as Kumo explained to the cousins that she was going to have to drive them over one at a time on her motorcycle because Wendy and I had a birthday party to go to I found myself able to rest assured of two facts:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2-u1z_-FxtefZLZSk6f2ZXbc2cRU9gXqECRKe9kds6F5gi-vYqtwJc-5Hz15o3Kz2acA8b2trIOQWC9mg2UXzNzh_E_HH5t_yv4mg18RcYPssHaUTcm3TDwyTl2hQHa2xJXCdLgykiRCh/s1600-h/Jump9.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2-u1z_-FxtefZLZSk6f2ZXbc2cRU9gXqECRKe9kds6F5gi-vYqtwJc-5Hz15o3Kz2acA8b2trIOQWC9mg2UXzNzh_E_HH5t_yv4mg18RcYPssHaUTcm3TDwyTl2hQHa2xJXCdLgykiRCh/s320/Jump9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446104284722646386" border="0" /></a>Kumo has gotten this elephant thing out of her system, and that my dear, sweet, ninja, baby sister is a complete whackadoodle. Though, I wouldn't have her any other way.Gage the Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05260255946265790331noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1500803974672315791.post-48238560770023473982010-03-06T08:06:00.000-08:002013-06-07T08:06:25.234-07:00Kumo: Ninja and Elephant Conquerer Pt 1Some of you know my crazy sister, Kumo.<br /><br />She thinks she's a ninja.<br /><br />The other night, we watched the movie <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0785035/">Ong Bak 2</a>.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrkV0hBr7cqtYWj99ZuaQpkUY4VoE1qh6kLHE6PunXSx0m29AVRuU89E_ld3gOnS1ff3kO2d2KkbJwnwcYcM6Jxzd66d1P8HzqqTAGV7fraavQ_vNDy9-nWGiL7DBYHf_7wntN8H3TxHRB/s1600-h/038.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrkV0hBr7cqtYWj99ZuaQpkUY4VoE1qh6kLHE6PunXSx0m29AVRuU89E_ld3gOnS1ff3kO2d2KkbJwnwcYcM6Jxzd66d1P8HzqqTAGV7fraavQ_vNDy9-nWGiL7DBYHf_7wntN8H3TxHRB/s320/038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445689630235760194" border="0" /></a><br />Which is a pretty awesome action/martial arts movie. There are some seriously crazy fight scenes and stunts in this film. It's an amazing piece of cinema. Kumo, however, sort of took it as an educational video.<br /><br />There's a scene in this movie where Tony Jaa runs across the backs of a running herd of elephants. It's not CGI, it's not blue screen, he really did it. And ever since we watched it, Kumo's been talking about reenacting the "running on the tops of the elephants" scene.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxiM7EDZM8ks-Sk64F2CYhIzBykhK_pDyUNM_gxKGTK_j1ulqQk-VPqWdFW27Vty1Jqo3fr9i8VHwuAJiinBNlxQrELoGzz805sHNg_ClRL9rXx7-rMWwgxOIjrymHijGWE8LzZsAIIBt0/s1600-h/Herd1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxiM7EDZM8ks-Sk64F2CYhIzBykhK_pDyUNM_gxKGTK_j1ulqQk-VPqWdFW27Vty1Jqo3fr9i8VHwuAJiinBNlxQrELoGzz805sHNg_ClRL9rXx7-rMWwgxOIjrymHijGWE8LzZsAIIBt0/s320/Herd1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445772464623810802" border="0" /></a><br />Voltaire and I met her outside this afternoon, where she said she'd gotten this elephant thing figured out.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8si-JsZGsrtJU1eSlOJCBJ6Et83kzV1JpJjq5Y3xovISwbsXZpl8scRNet1vjlSHQy1AtGM1RiL5jAPUviq4aCFJy-YLtnwsbo_fmGIc9UqctAbdwQh3F6edwSRvmHPIRaZ9gNPJbvZ4U/s1600-h/Herd2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8si-JsZGsrtJU1eSlOJCBJ6Et83kzV1JpJjq5Y3xovISwbsXZpl8scRNet1vjlSHQy1AtGM1RiL5jAPUviq4aCFJy-YLtnwsbo_fmGIc9UqctAbdwQh3F6edwSRvmHPIRaZ9gNPJbvZ4U/s320/Herd2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445772929717224114" border="0" /></a><br />She said the hardest part had been figuring out where to get a herd of elephants. But that Tycho had helped her out.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTHu8DPKCV3WMIOHLwv28Xak6-wlgJgTXMqRKDqlpm9RAnXG3NbyF6gL2oHNc0YMSBUbwA5EJk5mIXqEW5b2fI6H_OaNCxqH1bWMO7bofOhDKtMo2VajTyxG8wMfblFbLX1psKlhKnr1HQ/s1600-h/Herd3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTHu8DPKCV3WMIOHLwv28Xak6-wlgJgTXMqRKDqlpm9RAnXG3NbyF6gL2oHNc0YMSBUbwA5EJk5mIXqEW5b2fI6H_OaNCxqH1bWMO7bofOhDKtMo2VajTyxG8wMfblFbLX1psKlhKnr1HQ/s320/Herd3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445773281356104162" border="0" /></a>Tycho showed up just then, and said that he hoped Kumo wasn't disspointed, because it was a pretty small herd of elephants, but that he hoped they'd work for what she wanted to do.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn0oFWS2X9COumTTcGvCIfHBdvs-wOj-gLTNWHRzrsYs4ewwmvTtHXJWKsMSXywEKruhkGFIHfrVEM8YLcEu8FB-O8ac5YsDecHxUiiMg60t4ptPncMAtUG08-JDFR3gcBDJ_oVce4jhbk/s1600-h/Herd4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn0oFWS2X9COumTTcGvCIfHBdvs-wOj-gLTNWHRzrsYs4ewwmvTtHXJWKsMSXywEKruhkGFIHfrVEM8YLcEu8FB-O8ac5YsDecHxUiiMg60t4ptPncMAtUG08-JDFR3gcBDJ_oVce4jhbk/s320/Herd4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445774465329777442" border="0" /></a><br />He wasn't kidding when he said a "small herd." They were tiny!<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3vXx5E7gUFpPqQHNzxVYeaNc0vRuta-x-tQwSWEcGT6Avjv_x-IMLx5ozZHod2VjIud9qbQ3Hkiq7lClpbR0ZH1rrj0eoSkkKz6QDbIopR9jMEtY3WXBhIQn3Kllns9Iejr3ftoATHL4a/s1600-h/Herd5.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3vXx5E7gUFpPqQHNzxVYeaNc0vRuta-x-tQwSWEcGT6Avjv_x-IMLx5ozZHod2VjIud9qbQ3Hkiq7lClpbR0ZH1rrj0eoSkkKz6QDbIopR9jMEtY3WXBhIQn3Kllns9Iejr3ftoATHL4a/s320/Herd5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445774789695207746" border="0" /></a>I figured Kumo hadn't told Tycho what her plans for the elephants were, and that that would be the end of it. But Kumo took a look at the elephants and declared that she was going to give it a try!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHKPPQYf9u_n9-bifjlyo3r6Y4WMDrRtrqekmMad6rxQXQ8whXKaKvHP499IKXdgfb0mkzBQ77T5lwPpCYmwb8iPaEL_T7WM-m72xQ1sa0Pu8rtDkV7n-jn4kuy-TtzgeRlAmUBK71l1MM/s1600-h/Herd6.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHKPPQYf9u_n9-bifjlyo3r6Y4WMDrRtrqekmMad6rxQXQ8whXKaKvHP499IKXdgfb0mkzBQ77T5lwPpCYmwb8iPaEL_T7WM-m72xQ1sa0Pu8rtDkV7n-jn4kuy-TtzgeRlAmUBK71l1MM/s320/Herd6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445775303472358242" border="0" /></a><br />As she lined up the "herd" I figured maybe she was just going to jump OVER the elephants, and that that would probably be enough like the Tony Jaa scene to make her happy.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiETsALEhkS5m1mFV0XCd3gODiDIAjr8bZ3f_Hkz9kAtTkTOhttzUb3QKN1UPwUZyCmKsSpeCIMjgb0A-F9TodsbLtQLOQPtD68oTDPL7ci49oTzJjMfLjPCIHSPkN327sgeod0TeCgOcZG/s1600-h/Herd7.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiETsALEhkS5m1mFV0XCd3gODiDIAjr8bZ3f_Hkz9kAtTkTOhttzUb3QKN1UPwUZyCmKsSpeCIMjgb0A-F9TodsbLtQLOQPtD68oTDPL7ci49oTzJjMfLjPCIHSPkN327sgeod0TeCgOcZG/s320/Herd7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445776074091364466" border="0" /></a>I was wrong.<br /><br />And it went about as well as you would've expected running over the backs of tiny elephants would go. Poor little things.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixiBCurWD3gGrw4spH4DhCLbyW61Gpg28b_UJfg7oKhz2GOO8Kt31PMemd-9rdDktR1Nn35WoyrJBtWEwiB_Ni800ceXFSdvYx61yXopnuSYwZallVMsZfLlIRNe4XuVcUErYDXGVpwQfO/s1600-h/Herd8.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixiBCurWD3gGrw4spH4DhCLbyW61Gpg28b_UJfg7oKhz2GOO8Kt31PMemd-9rdDktR1Nn35WoyrJBtWEwiB_Ni800ceXFSdvYx61yXopnuSYwZallVMsZfLlIRNe4XuVcUErYDXGVpwQfO/s320/Herd8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445776500002594274" border="0" /></a>Tycho rescued his slightly traumatized (and squished) herd and left. And I really thought that would be the end of it. But again, I was wrong.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisELoBj8wXBbKU0eyRU8QmeE_qHYr29gvv_yaa43omPqUBfD5ggJiBl2-1FhZ27KvpPY5ULPdylNy3S8NOEVJeG1e-biu56duZcJxeqiC3pgBPFkQ9nxXzZbdNXoy4MWZozzkWz6_xR542/s1600-h/Herd9.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisELoBj8wXBbKU0eyRU8QmeE_qHYr29gvv_yaa43omPqUBfD5ggJiBl2-1FhZ27KvpPY5ULPdylNy3S8NOEVJeG1e-biu56duZcJxeqiC3pgBPFkQ9nxXzZbdNXoy4MWZozzkWz6_xR542/s320/Herd9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445777134966865010" border="0" /></a><br />Kumo said that she had it figured out, she just needed the right elephants. She said to come back to the same place tomorrow morning and I'd see.<br /><br />And now she's been on the phone all night, but I don't know who she's been calling. I'm almost afraid to see what happens tomorrow morning. But hopefully no more elephants will be squished in her attempt to imitate Tony Jaa.Gage the Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05260255946265790331noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1500803974672315791.post-72767488802646215312006-09-06T09:42:00.000-07:002013-06-07T09:43:48.689-07:00Fine Farewell for the "Crocodile Hunter"<div align="center">
Crocodile Hunter Gage?</div>
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I heard on the radio that there would be a candlelight memorial for Steve Irwin, the "<a href="http://www.crocodilehunter.com/">Crocodile Hunter</a>" at the Denver Zoo tonight, and I knew I really wanted to go. With such short notice, I couldn't find anyone else to go with me, they all had other plans, even though a lot of people wanted to come along. So it was just me and Wendy at the Zoo.<br />
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I know Australians don't like rabbits, and I even understand why, but I think it's a different kind of rabbit than I am. Whether he liked rabbits or not, I really admired Steve Irwin, and everything he did for conservation and animals all over the world. I think it's a shame that he died so young, and I think the world has grown a little darker for his no longer being in it.<br />
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I didn't know how many people would be there, but it turned out to be a pretty good sized crowd. This is shortly after we got there, and a lot more showed up after we did.<br />
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It was all put together by a lovely lady called Coco, and her family. She said she just wanted people to have a chance to say "good-bye" to Steve Irwin, and I think that is a very kind thought for those of us who were big fans of his work.<br />
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She seemed like a nice lady, seemed to like rabbits, and even had a stuffie of her own in her shirt pocket!<br />
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One super nice thing Coco did was set up some posters for people to sign that will then be rolled up and mailed to the Australian Zoo.<br />
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In the crowd, I was spotted by the eagle eyes of a nice stuffie named Kane, who came up and said "hi".<br />
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Kane told me that he and his human packmate, Joy, just got back from vacationing for a week in Alaska. It sounds like he's had a bunch of great adventures, and I tried to encourage him to start a blog too, but I don't know if he will. Seemed like a very nice fellow though, and it's always nice to meet another traveling stuffie in a crowd.<br />
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Eventually, everyone lit their candles, and Coco stood up and gave a lovely speech about what had drawn us all there, the work Steve Irwin had done, and how he had touched so many lives.<br />
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She was absolutely right, he will be missed, and I am with her in the belief/hope that his work will continue.<br />
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There were lots of very sad children, some crying over the loss of the Crocodile Hunter. But there were also many who, when I talked to them, said they wanted to continue his work. So perhaps some of the next generation of conservationists and zoologists were standing there with us, in front of the Zoo entrance.<br />
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All in all, I can't imagine a better farewell for such a kind, and passionate person. Wherever you are, Mr. Irwin, I wish you all the best. You were deeply loved here, touched more lives than you probably knew, and I hope you had a moment to peek over and watch us in Denver, where we were all thinking about you and wishing healing and kindness towards your family.<br />
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Thank you Coco for putting this together. It was a lovely way to say "good-bye".Gage the Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05260255946265790331noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1500803974672315791.post-78867003922666541882006-09-05T09:40:00.000-07:002013-06-07T09:41:54.298-07:00Gratuitous CutenessI have a final this afternoon that I'm not sure I'm ready for. So I'm going to go off and study until I have to go to school.<br />
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Since I'm stressed out beyond all imagining and don't have time to do a <i>real </i>entry, here is a gratuitously cute puppy picture for you.<br />
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The pups are almost completely weaned, nursing more for comfort than nutrition at this point I suspect, and they're becoming independent little <strike>monsters</strike> doggies all of their own. Voltaire plays with them, and in a doggie motherly way teaches them, but she's starting to want to spend more time with me than she was when they were smaller. So, Voltaire and I have gone back to sleeping on the couch, and the puppies just sleep all over the place, on the floor, in the office.<br />
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Last night, Musashi apparently decided to sleep in my jacket. So here's what I woke up to this morning.<br />
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Anyway, wish me luck on my final! Have a great Tuesday! Gage the Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05260255946265790331noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1500803974672315791.post-27478519037685986902006-09-03T09:39:00.000-07:002013-06-07T09:42:05.560-07:00Back From Tacticon<div>
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We're back home from the convention! It's been a long weekend, but Wendy got some really cool chain mail in trade, and I got a present for Kumo (and one for Wendy too, when she wasn't looking).</div>
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I saw Bear and Cat briefly, but I think they were in the middle of a game so they didn't hang around long enough to even snap a picture. It was great to see them, though!</div>
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I didn't go to any of the games or anything, instead I just hung out and helped sell chain mail at the <a href="http://www.allchainmail.com/">TML Mailworkes</a> table. Tom, the owner, makes some really beautiful chain mail, so between customers, I did some shopping of my own.</div>
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First, I tried to talk to Tom's armored war dog. He seemed nice enough, but he wasn't very chatty. Strong silent type, I guess.</div>
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I checked out the chain mail dice bags, and even though they're gorgeous I don't have any dice and neither does Kumo.</div>
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I have three of these mobius balls on my library bookshelf. They're great fidget toys, and I learned to juggle them too!</div>
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I thought maybe I'd pick Kumo out a necklace from all the beautiful ones Tom makes, but she only ever wears that one pendant, so I didn't know if she'd wear one.</div>
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I wear one of Tom's bracelets as a collar with my ID tag on it all the time, and it occurred to me that Kumo might like a red and black chain mail choker like it to hang her pendant from. So I got her one. She left me a note that she was going riding (since today is absolutely gorgeous motorcycle riding weather), so she hasn't been home to get it yet. I think she'll really like it.</div>
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When Wendy wasn't looking, I wandered over and checked out the t-shirts by Pair o' Dice Gamer Gear at the table next to us. They have a lot of really clever, funny t-shirts, and I knew Wendy liked them a bunch. In the end, I was torn between getting her the new "Demand More Cleavage" one...</div>
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... or the "Modified Dragon" one.</div>
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In the end, I surprised her when we got home with the Dragon. She had no clue that I got it for her and she loves it! It was a good surprise. Alan and Anjanette (the owners and operators of Pair o' Dice) were very nice about selling a shirt to a rabbit, though they did look at me a little weird.</div>
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For me, I got a pair of very nice chain mail bracers. Custom made, while I waited, by Tom. They're great! I'll get pictures of them when I get Kumo to model her choker later this evening.</div>
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I guess I don't mind that we didn't go camping, though it would've been fun. I hope Mal is having fun on his camping trip (he told me in e-mail that it's all warm and sunny up there, so he and Molokai were going for the weekend). Maybe we'll get to go before Fall sets in. We'll see.</div>
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In the meantime, this was a strange way to spend Labor Day weekend, but not bad. Not bad at all.</div>
Gage the Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05260255946265790331noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1500803974672315791.post-71468307920130491692006-09-02T09:38:00.000-07:002013-06-07T09:38:57.690-07:00Too Cold for CampingKumo dragged out all the camping gear, since we'd been thinking on going camping this weekend. The plan was that Wendy would drop us off at the State Park not far from the Treehouse on Friday night, and then pick us up sometime Monday afternoon.<br />
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However, the weather had other plans.<br />
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Kumo is pretty dissapointed, and apparently planning on just sulking around the house all weekend. I'm going to go with Wendy to Tacticon, where she's helping a friend of hers sell <a href="http://www.allchainmail.com/">chain mail</a>. I think it'll be fun, even just hanging out behind the chain mail table (I'm not much of a gamer) and maybe I can even find a present for Kumo, to make her feel a little better about missing out on camping. <br />
I'll let you know!! Off to the convention!Gage the Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05260255946265790331noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1500803974672315791.post-91589070645185422992006-08-31T09:35:00.000-07:002013-06-07T09:36:33.753-07:00Rainy Day NinjaWhen I got home from running errands this afternoon, I knew Kumo was watching Ivy, but I didn't know where they were. It was raining outside (had been for most of the afternoon), so they had to be playing indoors somewhere.<br />
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It was very quiet.<br />
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I should have known.<br />
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It was TOO quiet.<br />
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Doing things around the house, I didn't see any sign of Kumo and Ivy, but I had this weird feeling like I was being watched. Even just walking into a room.<br />
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<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/545/3196/1600/NinjaAroundACorner3.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/545/3196/320/NinjaAroundACorner3.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></a><br />I tried to take my mind off of it, and settle on reading some blogs and doing some work on the internet, but even just sitting there typing, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched.<br />
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It was a little feeling at first.<br />
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<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/545/3196/1600/NinjaBehindACouch1.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/545/3196/320/NinjaBehindACouch1.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></a>And then it got stronger.<br />
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<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/545/3196/1600/NinjaBehindACouch2.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/545/3196/320/NinjaBehindACouch2.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></a><br />I turned around, but didn't see anything.<br />
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<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/545/3196/1600/NinjaBehindACouch4.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/545/3196/320/NinjaBehindACouch4.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></a><br />I thought I had it all figured out, and that I'd play along. I went back to typing, holding tight to my hostage. Not realizing the danger I'd put myself in by taking one of their number captive.<br />
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<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/545/3196/1600/NinjaBehindACouch5.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/545/3196/320/NinjaBehindACouch5.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></a><br />After a while, I wandered down to the kitchen, to get myself a snack.<br />
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<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/545/3196/1600/NinjaBehindAFridge2.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/545/3196/320/NinjaBehindAFridge2.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></a><br />When I closed the refrigerator door, I heard "Now, Ivy!!"<br />
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For being a kid, Ivy ties really good knots.<br />
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Wendy found me about 15 minutes later, and untied me (snickering the entire time, I might add). I went up to the library to tell the girls exactly what I thought of their ninja game, but Ivy gave me a great big hug and told me I was the best playfriend EVER, and suddenly I didn't have the heart to yell at them.<br />
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They're too cute to stay mad at. Darn it!<br />
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The place where Wendy's dad works rented out all of Six Flags - Elitch Gardens today for their employees and their families. Unfortunately, he couldn't go, but he gave tickets to Wendy's mom, and she brought Wendy and Kumo and I!<br />
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Six Flags is really a very pretty park. We were immediately impressed by all the water, fountains, and plants everywhere.<br />
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And Kumo was immediately impressed by the chocolate shop.<br />
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Kumo started listing off all the rides she wanted to go on, and unfortunately for her, the rest of us were much too chicken to ride most of them with her.<br /><br />First, she wanted to ride the Mind Eraser.<br />
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Then she wanted to ride the Batwing.<br />
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Wendy explained that, while she'd love to, she couldn't ride most of the rides because they make her barf, and that's no fun. Karen explained that she didn't want to ride anything that went really, really high because it's really, really scary.<br />
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I explained that I was just a really, really big chicken.<br />
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Somehow we ended up in kiddie land, where I was attacked by Wile E. Coyote! And rescued by my daring, ninja sister!!!<br />
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But that didn't seem to satisfy Kumo.....<br />
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Karen suggested a spinny ride, not in kiddie land, called the Round Up. Wendy pleaded "barf". I pleaded "chicken". And Karen and Kumo rode together while we watched.<br />
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And some kind of spinning ride that I can't remember the name of, but scared me just to watch.<br />
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Between rides, we had some onion rings.<br />
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Well, Kumo had some onion rings.<br />
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Kumo, in spite of landing a beautiful gutter ball...<br />
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She traded hers in for a cute princess wandy thing and a ninja sword.<br />
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I had to get a ninja sword too, just to protect myself from Princess Ninja Kumo.<br />
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She even took on Karen!<br />
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<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/545/3196/1600/SwordFightKumoKaren2.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/545/3196/320/SwordFightKumoKaren2.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></a><br />After whomping all of us with her cool new ninja sword, Kumo was pretty worn out. That's a lot of activity for someone who's gotten used to sleeping all day. I think the heat was taking it's toll on her too. We rode the carousel on our way out. It's one of my favorite rides, and finally one I could ride with Karen!<br />
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Kumo rode too, but seemed a little subdued, riding on her horsie, with her princess wand.<br />
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We settled into the car, and went home.<br />
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Kumo is now crashed out downstairs, after saying quick "Thanks" to Mandi for coming over to watch the puppies and Voltaire for us. Poor crashed out thing.<br />
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We both had a GREAT time and owe a huge thanks to Wendy's Dad for the tickets, and to Wendy's Mom for letting us go with her and riding all the stuff with Kumo. You're the best!! And many, many thanks to our dog sitter, Mandi, who, just by her presence, allows us to leave the house.<br />
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It's been a great day, even though I probably should've been studying for my physiology test tomorrow. It was worth it, though. Sunburn and all! Gage the Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05260255946265790331noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1500803974672315791.post-63455431000880765192006-08-26T09:30:00.000-07:002013-06-07T09:31:46.391-07:00Rainy Saturday & Kumo's Gone to the DogsSo here I am at the writers group. One of the other members has a stuffie who is blogging. I haven't gotten to meet him yet, since apparently he was out partying last night and so isn't here this morning. But I'm looking forward to making his acquaintance.<br />
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Mostly I'm working on my curriculum for the creative writing class I'm teaching late next month. It's through one of the community colleges, and I'm looking forward to it. But I really should figure out what I'm going to teach.<br />
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Even though it was a rainy morning, Kumo was up and playing with the puppies when I left.<br />
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Anyway, back to curriculum creation.Gage the Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05260255946265790331noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1500803974672315791.post-46124175516095144672006-08-25T09:26:00.000-07:002013-06-07T09:27:22.012-07:00Bunny Bear RescueI got home from school a little late. Some of us went out for coffee after class. Kumo had left me a note to let me know she'd taken Ivy (the little bear she's watching after school now) to the park to play and they'd be back soon. I figured they would, because there was a storm rolling in from the West, and it looked like rain.<br />
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Anyway, while I was petting puppies (and counting them all to make sure Musashi hadn't eaten any of his siblings), the phone suddenly rang. It was Kumo. From the playground. Ivy had climbed up on the jungle gym and got scared and wouldn't come down, and Kumo didn't know what to do. I told her "Climb up after her and help her down" and Kumo explained to me that she's afraid of jungle gyms. I asked, "Um, Kumo, aren't ninja known for their amazing climbing ability?" and she said "Yeah! They climb trees and walls. Not JUNGLE GYMS." She sounded very panicked, and rather un-Kumo like. There was a roll of thunder just then, and I knew what I had to do.<br />
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I got to the playground just as the rain started, and took in the situation. Ivy and Kumo BOTH looked terrified, and the wind was picking up.<br />
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<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/545/3196/1600/Rescue1.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/545/3196/320/Rescue1.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></a><br />So up I went.<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/545/3196/1600/Rescue2.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/545/3196/320/Rescue2.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></a><br />I got Ivy to reach out her paw to me.<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/545/3196/1600/Rescue3.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/545/3196/320/Rescue3.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></a><br />And from there was able to get her to put her paws on the bar, and lower herself down...<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/545/3196/1600/Rescue4.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/545/3196/320/Rescue4.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></a><br />...to Kumo, who was waiting to catch her at the bottom of the jungle gym.<br />
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And then down I came too.<br />
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Ivy's doing fine now. We all got rained on a little, and it was a bit chilly, but I got her all snuggled up in the library with a blankie and my toy doggie, Mr. Snugglesworth.<br />
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<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/545/3196/1600/Rescue7.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/545/3196/320/Rescue7.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></a><br />Though she was a little shaken, she bounced back from it as only kids can. She explained to me that she's not afraid of the "climbing up heights", it's the "climbing down heights" that scare her.<br /><br />Now she and Kumo are coloring, and waiting for Ivy's mom to come pick her up.<br />
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Neither the worse for wear, though I think it'll be a while before either Kumo or Ivy go anywhere near that jungle gym again. Gage the Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05260255946265790331noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1500803974672315791.post-45181649327863858222006-08-24T09:25:00.000-07:002013-06-07T09:26:21.683-07:00Massage Midterm DayYesterday was my midterm in massage class. I was a little nervous about it, but not too worried. Because it was entirely paws on, there wasn't really any way to "cram" before the test. You either know the strokes or you don't.<br />
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I thought maybe I could get my mind off it, and quit fretting about it, if I studied my physiology for a bit up in the library. My classmate, and friend, Jenny came over to help me with a particularly challenging part of the homework.<br />
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My dancin buddy Dan and I chowed down on chicken enchiladas, and some green chilli made by my super nifty classmate, Barb. It was DELICIOUS!<br />
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Now full of nummy Mexican food, I was one of the first ones to go in the afternoon. I got my midterm out of the way, got an "A", and realized I had been fretting for nothing. Everyone tells me I give a good massage, I should believe them.<br />
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After being all stressed out by a midterm, nothing beats getting a relaxing massage. My classmate, Susan, worked on me for a while. She's got great hands, and a very healing touch. It was wonderful and just what I needed.<br />
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Now that I was all relaxed, and feeling much better, I was able to help out a classmate in need. <br />
Barb (of the yummy Mexican lunch) had had her midterm in the morning, so for most of the afternoon she'd offered to be a practice body for the rest of the class. By the time she'd been laying on the table for about two, two and a half hours, she was a mess. Mostly, it seemed people had practiced their massage on just one side of her. And because everyone needed to practice something different, it wasn't a full, flowing massage. Just work on random muscles in no particular order. While she didn't mind and was happy to be helpful, it left her dizzy and horribly unbalanced. So I worked on her for a little bit, just trying to even her out, working on both sides to help her ground and regain her balance. Poor thing.<br />
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When I was done, she said that she felt better. And when she walked, I could see that she no longer drifted to the right. So I think it helped a little. I hope so. It was so sweet of her to let everyone practice on her.<br />
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One of my other classmates, Bekah, was really worried about her midterm. I tried to comfort her, assuring her that she was going to do great. When it was her turn to go in, I know she was really nervous, but she got an "A"! She gave me a big bunny snuggle afterwards, for helping to comfort her.<br />
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My classmates are all super nice, and they're all very understanding about having a bunny in their class. I really appreciate that. I think they're all going to be great massage therapists! Maybe one of them will go on and specialize in stuffed animal massage. You never know!!!Gage the Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05260255946265790331noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1500803974672315791.post-79430136992185963232006-08-22T09:24:00.000-07:002013-06-07T09:25:09.887-07:00Gardener GageI was a little late getting home yesterday, since I stopped by Wendy's mom's house to get some four 'o' clock seeds to plant in my garden.<br />
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<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/545/3196/1600/GettingSeeds4.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/545/3196/320/GettingSeeds4.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></a><br />I got home and Kumo said "Oh, you just missed Ivy!" I should've known, before I asked who Ivy was, that I probably didn't really want to know.<br /><br />Somehow, Kumo has gotten herself a job babysitting one of the little bears in the neighborhood, after school. (*boggle*) I cannot EVEN imagine what this little bear's mother must be thinking. I won't see Ivy today or tomorrow either, because she'll be gone by the time I'm home from school, but I'm sure I'll meet her Thursday.<br />
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Assuming Kumo hasn't lost the babysitting job for teaching Ivy to throw ninja stars or use a katana or anything.<br />
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So thinking that I needed a place to plant my four 'o' clocks, I thought maybe I'd wander out and weed for a bit before I have to go to class.<br />
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Even though I decided not to weed, while I was taking in the garden I managed to snap a photo of a hummingbird...<br />
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... and a monarch butterfly, dining on the flowers of my butterfly bushes.<br />
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After that, I turned my attention to the indoor plants, thinking that would be easier. Wandering the sunroom, I noticed a horrible smell, and started to wonder if something had crawled into one of the pots and died when I realized nope, it was just the stapelia flower.<br />
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And there'll be another one soon, because this little plant as a baby flower growing on it.<br />
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Looking around I realized everyone could use some water.<br />
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So I watered all of the houseplants (this is nearly as big a project as weeding outside is. Some of these plants are HUGE!) and now I'm off to class.<br />
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Maybe I'll tackle the weeding on Thursday. Or maybe I'll just find somewhere else to plant my flowers.Gage the Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05260255946265790331noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1500803974672315791.post-14713400094640628842006-08-21T09:21:00.000-07:002013-06-07T09:22:52.601-07:00Ninja Night BasketballNever play basketball with a ninja. And I recommend against playing basketball with my sister, anyway. Bad things always happen to the ball in play. But I'm getting ahead of myself.<br />
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My friend Antigone came by around 7 p.m. yesterday, just to talk about what I missed at the writers' group and all. So we hung out in the office and surfed the web for a while. She said being in the library with Voltaire last time made her sneeze, so we just stayed away from the dogs completely. I'm glad I'm not allergic to anything. It sounds like a pain in the butt.<br />
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<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/545/3196/1600/WebSurfing1.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/545/3196/320/WebSurfing1.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></a><br />Kumo came up after a while and invited both of us to come play basketball with her. Antigone said she'd pass, and when I said that I might, left almost immediately. I guess she doesn't like basketball. (shrug)<br /><br />Kumo went out and started shooting some hoops waiting for me. I guess she challenged Wendy to a game.<br />
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<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/545/3196/1600/Basketball1.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/545/3196/320/Basketball1.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></a><br />And Wendy pointed out that in terms of bunny basketball, she has a bit of an unfair advantage.<br />
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<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/545/3196/1600/Basketball5.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/545/3196/320/Basketball5.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></a><br />Unfortunately, she knocked it so hard, it rolled under the ONE hole in the fence on the deck.<br />
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The history here is that this happened to EVERY ball/Frisbee/shuttle cock/soccer ball that Kumo and I have ever tried to play with. And don't EVEN get me started on the horrible fates that met all of our kites.<br />
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<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/545/3196/1600/Basketball7.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/545/3196/320/Basketball7.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></a><br />Anyway, it rolled through the fence, bounced off the gutter, and into the darkness below.<br />
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<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/545/3196/1600/Basketball8.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/545/3196/320/Basketball8.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></a><br />Kumo and don't go outside the Treehouse alone after dark. There are coyotes out there (we could even hear them while we were playing basketball). Wendy said she wasn't going to go digging in the bushes for it in the dark, and that she'd find it for us in the morning.<br /><br />Kumo, said this was all my fault.<br />
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Especially if that ninja is Kumo. Gage the Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05260255946265790331noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1500803974672315791.post-56757356633843460102006-08-20T09:20:00.000-07:002013-06-07T09:21:07.800-07:00Cow Spotting<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/545/3196/1600/MoorineLifeCow2.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/545/3196/320/MoorineLifeCow2.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></a>Shortly after my deciding that my Saturday was completely pointless, my cousin Marigold called and she and her friend, came over to see the puppies, which was great.<br />
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While they were here, they mentioned that they were going to finish out the cow hunt they had started a <a href="http://hareandhound.blogspot.com/2006/08/riding-cow-or-two.html">couple of weeks</a> before, stalking the cows of <a href="http://denver.cowparade.com/">Cow Parade 2006</a>, and while I'm not all that fascinated with cows, I decided to go.<br />
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On the drive home, I fell asleep in Wendy's hat again. I blame the hat. Seriously.<br />
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It had been raining off and on all day (though we managed to stay remarkably dry in all of our cow spotting), but when we got home, there was a huge rainbow. And apparently Wendy thinks she's funny, because she snapped this picture while carrying me (still sleeping) in from the car.<br />
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All in all, a great day. And really, I highly recommend cow spotting! Check them out before they're gone! Gage the Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05260255946265790331noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1500803974672315791.post-18955049005343963742006-08-19T09:19:00.000-07:002013-06-07T09:20:05.289-07:00Directionless SaturdayI blew off the writers group, and slept in for a bit (sleeping in until 8 a.m. IS sleeping in for me). Once I hauled my self out from under the warm blankies, I thought maybe a hike was in order.<br />
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One look at the sky convinced me otherwise.<br />
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So I don't quite know what I'll do with myself this morning. Though the first step is heading out to find some breakfast.<br />
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I enjoy lazy, plan-free days, but I do wish I had a little more direction. I guess I'll just have to go FIND some adventure (that doesn't involve rain or being hit by lightning on the top of a mountain). I'll keep you posted.Gage the Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05260255946265790331noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1500803974672315791.post-81203706379893765732006-08-17T09:17:00.000-07:002013-06-07T09:18:39.130-07:00Knit Wit BunnyThinking of Barney, I thought I'd try to do something nice for a doggie. I mean, a human pet doggie. I haven't dealt much with them, but Wendy has two and she said that she'd let me give them treats and stuff.<br />
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The little black one would have none of it. But the fluffy gray one likes biscuits and isn't opposed to bunnies, it turns out. I was a little afraid of him (and Wendy told me that Barney was even BIGGER), but he turned out to be a nice dog. So I spent most of the late morning hanging around Wendy's dog, Shadow.<br />
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After that, I got Mal's comment on my insomnia post, and went crafty supply shopping. I love doing crafty stuff, and it helps me relax when I'm stressed (like from, say, midterms?). So I got some yarn, and started knitting Mal's Hufflepuff scarf.<br />
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Kumo has been watching me knit, fascinated, since I started. She wanted the full explaination on why Mal's scarf was the colors it was, and so I told her to go take the test, here: <a href="http://asit.riverdark.net/sorting.html">What House Do YOU Belong In?</a><br />
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Turns out she's a Hufflepuff too. And now SHE wants a scarf also. Which is fine by me. I love having a reason to do crafty stuff.<br />
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Back to knitting. Oh, and just in case you were curious, here was MY result on the Harry Potter House Sorter, though I don't think I'll be making myself a Harry Potter scarf. :)<br />
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Gage the Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05260255946265790331noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1500803974672315791.post-15429492944750871912006-08-16T09:12:00.000-07:002013-06-07T09:17:14.389-07:00Email from England - WARNING Kinda Sad PostI have a friend, named Ash, who is a detective. He's a finder of lost toys. Ash travels all over the world in search of lost stuffies, and he's had lots of adventures. This morning, I got this e-mail from him, and I'm sure he wouldn't mind if I shared it with you.<br />
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It's really got me thinking. And I think I'll light a candle for Mabel.<br />
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When I get like this, I tend to do crafty things, though I should be practicing the psaltery (I have my first lesson tomorrow!). We'll see. Anyway, I thought I should share this.<br />
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All you stuffies, hug your humans hard.<br />
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<i>Date: Wed, 16 Aug 2006 23:55:35 -0700 (PDT)<br />To: "Gage" <gagethebunny yahoo.com=""><br /><br />Greetings Gage,<br /><br />England is beautiful. This case has been frustrating. Given recent human events, I will be taking a boat back to the states.<br /><br />Have you heard any of the news about the Teddy Bear Massacre over here? Sad story, but not the story the humans are telling.<br /><br />I happened to be visiting Wookey Hole a few days before the massacre. I'd been working, and was tipped off that one of the collector bears living there might have a lead. Mabel, the bear who had once lived with Elvis, had been in the display for a few days at that point. I remember her clearly. Her haunted, tear stained, glassy eyes, and the button in her ear, shiny and scratched, where she'd been unconsciously fidgeting with it. Mabel had been kept sequestered in the home of a collector for years. During that time, she had been patiently waiting for her boy (who she called Aaron) to come back for her. When she came to the teddy bear exhibit, one of the more modern bears informed her that he had been dead for years. It broke her heart.<br /><br />Mabel was one of those rare stuffies that keeps themselves alive without a loved one, just by their dedication to that loved one. Knowing that Aaron was never coming back for her now wrecked her, but she no longer had the ability to just let go of the spark and be gone. She was trapped.<br /><br />Enter Barney, the dog guarding the bears.<br /><br />Word on the street here is that Mabel begged Barney to kill her. It doesn't seem unreasonable. A dog is one of the few animals that can truly understand the loss a stuffie can feel over losing an owner, since they can feel the same upon losing theirs. Barney killed Mabel, but not because he "went berserk" as the human news is reporting. Barney killed Mabel out of mercy.<br /><br />According to some of the survivors, Mabel was the first one Barney killed. And other bears, some in the same heart sick situation as Mabel, and some who were just tired of never being touched or played with, apparently begged him to kill them too. The death toll was in the hundreds, and while the shells of some of those bears are repairable, their spark is gone.<br /><br />I'm told one of the bears on a higher shelf used to belong to a human psychologist, and is able to counsel the rest of the survivors<br /><br />So, as usual, the humans have it half right. It is an incredibly sad story. But not for the reasons they think.<br /><br />I'll be catching a boat back to the states in about a week. I'll give you a call once I reach Colorado, as I understand from your webpage you've got a couch open to traveling bears. Talk to you soon. Be well.<br /><br />Ash</gagethebunny></i><br />
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Human News about the massacre here - <a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/uk/2006/aug/03/topstories3.arts" target="_blank">Guard Dog Eats Elvis' Teddy Bear</a>Gage the Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05260255946265790331noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1500803974672315791.post-37393821072166738882006-08-16T09:07:00.000-07:002013-06-07T09:09:51.054-07:00Night of the (Sleepless) Lepus<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/545/3196/1600/Night.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/545/3196/320/Night.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></a><br />
Thank you to all of you who sent me concerned e-mails, but I can assure you that Kumo hasn't killed me. Though, tomorrow morning I might wish she had.<br />
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It is 3:51 a.m. and I can't sleep. I have class at 8:30 a.m.<br />
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Bleah.<br />
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So I'm up surfing the web, which is always interesting at 4 a.m., because things you normally wouldn't find especially funny are suddenly hysterical, (for instance, this <a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&videoid=925290666&n=2">video</a> and it's <a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&videoID=1042535167">sequel</a>. Though they're pretty clever, so we'll see if they're still funny tomorrow afternoon.) and you can't laugh out loud at them for fear of waking up the whole house.<br />
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Not like most of the whole house isn't up. Wendy can't sleep either, and when she can't sleep neither can her dogs. And I think the coyotes howling outside have woken up Voltaire, and of course that has woken up the puppies.<br />
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Kumo, however, is snoring quietly downstairs.<br />
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I'm glad someone is sleeping, even if it isn't me.Gage the Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05260255946265790331noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1500803974672315791.post-5919740085021493272006-08-13T09:06:00.000-07:002013-06-07T09:07:33.144-07:00The North American Ninja Bunny in Her Native HabitatI am doing this blog entry from a coffee shop because it isn't safe at home. Kumo really just needs some... cooling down time.<br />
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Yeah.<br />
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I told Kumo this morning that I needed to run some errands and I didn't expect to be back until evening. Maybe 6 or so, and did she mind watching Voltaire and the puppies. She said "No problem" and I wandered off.<br />
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I got done early and made it home about 3 p.m. I walked in, saw the state my library was in, and secretly snapped this picture of Kumo watching the painfully bad "kung fu" theater.<br />
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And she did not seem particularly pleased to see me, or the camera.<br />
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With what I can only describe as a snarl, she dropped her candy bar, flew across the room and pounced.<br />
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As my life began to flash before my eyes, I realized there WAS a way to escape certain ninja bunny death.<br />
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I looked over her shoulder at the screen and said "Hey, why is that ninja naked?" causing her to release me and run back to stare at the TV. This gave me time to run for my life, without looking back.<br />
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And now, here I am.<br />
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At the coffee shop.<br />
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Temporarily homeless, but still alive. And blogging about my sister in curlers.<br />
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Lucky for me, she doesn't read my blog. :) Gage the Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05260255946265790331noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1500803974672315791.post-22643377813875756042006-08-12T09:03:00.000-07:002013-06-07T09:06:01.533-07:00Writers' Group Saturday and a New FriendIt was rough getting out of bed this morning, and honestly, if I hadn't promised a new friend I'd take her to the writers' group, I probably would've blown it off (sorry <a href="http://whatfuzz.blogspot.com/">Cat and Bear</a>). :)<br />
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Antigone is a poet, and an artist. I met her at the wedding last month, where we got to talking about writing and stuff. You can see her poetry here: <a href="http://antigonescave.blogspot.com/">Antigone's Cave</a>, and she said she might start posting some of her artwork too.<br />
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Anyway, she showed up bright and early this morning, so we could drive to the writers' group together. Kumo even crawled out of bed to say "hi", though I expect she crawled right back <i>into </i>bed after we left.<br />
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<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/545/3196/1600/Bookshelf1.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/545/3196/320/Bookshelf1.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></a><br />Antigone is allergic to dogs, so she didn't go near Voltaire or the puppies, which was just as well since Voltaire was all growly, in hyper-protective mommy dog mode. It was pretty weird having someone over who wasn't cooing over the puppies, though.<br />
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So now we're here hanging out at Common Grounds with Michelle, Cat and Bear. Everyone else is away for the weekend, so it's a pretty quiet writers' group. :)<br />
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I hope Billy and Marmie are having fun camping and I look forward to hearing about their adventures when they get back. Kumo and I are supposed to go camping at some point, though with the puppies, I don't know when that'll happen.<br />
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Pretty laid back morning, all in all. Feeling a bit more perky now that I'm on my third french soda. :) Maybe I'll actually get the rest of the pictures that I took at the wedding up on the web. Never know. :)Gage the Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05260255946265790331noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1500803974672315791.post-45934570417667866752006-08-11T09:01:00.000-07:002013-06-07T09:02:47.270-07:00My Dinner With KumoI made the mistake of telling Kumo I'd had sushi for lunch <a href="http://gagethebunny.blogspot.com/2006/08/school-make-up-work_09.html">the other day</a>, and she was very upset with me for not bringing her any. Since Mandi was here, and offered to watch the puppies for us, I offered to take Kumo out to dinner to make up for it. I asked her where she wanted to go and she told me "Macaroni Grill!"<br />
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When I pointed out the distinct lack of sushi to be found at the Macaroni Grill, she told me "Well I'm not in the mood for sushi <i>now.</i>" And so off we went.<br />
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Our waitress Cindy was quite nice, took our order, and left us to sip our drinks and draw.<br />
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Me: So how come you haven't been going to work lately?<br /><br />Kumo: Oh, that! I called them and quit.<br /><br />Me: Why on earth would you quit your job?!<br /><br />Kumo: Well, there didn't seem to be a lot of reason to keep going after they told me they no longer needed my services.<br /><br />Me: They "no longer needed your services?"<br /><br />Kumo: Yeah, must be a slow time for the courier business or something.<br /><br />Me: (snort) So, how did they take it when you quit?<br /><br />Kumo: Well, we laughed about it on the phone, but I know they were just putting on a good face for me. It's good timing for you, though. Think of how much money you're saving by having a live in ninja to train your puppies.<br />
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Me: (nearly choking to death on sip of tea) Oh really?<br />
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Kumo: Yeah! You're really fortunate that things are slow in the courier business. I guess everything works out just how it's supposed to, hu?<br />
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<br />So that explains it then. I don't even <i>want </i>to know what she did to get fired. And there's no way to ask, since she apparently doesn't realize that she DID get fired.<br /><br />Thankfully, dinner came and ended that part of the conversation.<br />
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<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/545/3196/1600/KumoDinner1.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/545/3196/320/KumoDinner1.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></a><br />Kumo snarfed down her dinner. Sometimes, dinner with Kumo is like eating with a locust.<br /><br />We decided we'd split a dessert, but somehow, that concept got lost between ordering and arrival. Because when our yummy lemon cake arrived, Kumo announced "COOL! They brought me two forks!"<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/545/3196/1600/KumoDessert1.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/545/3196/320/KumoDessert1.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></a> <br />
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I sat and sipped my coffee, patiently observing the lemon cake carnage, figuring she'd eventually get full and leave me some.<br />
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I was wrong.<br />
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I'll see if I can work on that. Gage the Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05260255946265790331noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1500803974672315791.post-49909816082024305372006-08-10T09:00:00.000-07:002013-06-07T09:01:10.622-07:00Lazy Day OffThursdays are my day off of school. It's kind of nice having a weekday off, since it makes shopping and everything so much easier than it is on the weekends. But today, I just haven't felt like leaving the house. Kumo has been doing her ninja practice downstairs for most of the morning.<br />
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<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/545/3196/1600/Practice6.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/545/3196/320/Practice6.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></a><br />She's working with a video called "So You Want to Be a Ninja." I guess she's learned a lot. She makes a lot of fierce noises while she's following along with it, anyway. She says it's a great instructional video, and she's a ninja, so she would know.<br />
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While Kumo was doing that, Mandi called and asked if she could come by and see the puppies. We've been hanging out oohing and aahing over puppies, which has been fun. It's always good to see Mandi.<br />
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So it's really just been a lazy day, hanging around the house. Eventually I'll do some homework, maybe watch a movie or something. Everyone's been telling me that I HAVE to see "Greg the Bunny" (for obvious reasons, I suppose) so I ordered the DVD and it came yesterday. So maybe I'll watch that.<br />
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It's a lazy day, which requires no planning at all.Gage the Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05260255946265790331noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1500803974672315791.post-35403686825213818402006-08-09T08:58:00.000-07:002013-06-07T08:59:43.967-07:00School Make Up Work<a href="http://gagethebunny.blogspot.com/2006/08/puppy-watching-with-mandi.html">Last Tuesday</a>, when the <a href="http://gagethebunny.blogspot.com/2006/08/blessed-event-my-butt.html">puppies were born</a>, I missed school. It was probably for the best, but it means I have a lot to do to catch up. So before class this week, the Teachers Assistant, Shilah, met with me and the other people who missed class to go over everything we needed to know. It was a lot of work, but it was actually a lot of fun, even if it did make for a rather longish day.<br />
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I got there early, and bounced on one of the exercise balls to work off some excess energy.<br />
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I checked out the charts on the wall that explain reflexology.<br />
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<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/545/3196/1600/ReflexologySheet1.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/545/3196/320/ReflexologySheet1.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></a><br />There's a lady in my physiology class who's learning reflexology and she seems really nice. Maybe I'll let her try it on me.<br /><br />While I was waiting, I also reviewed some of the bony landmarks on the human skeleton. Fascinating!!<br />
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We palpated, and learned until our brains were full, and then it was time for lunch.<br />
Sushi is brain food, and Karissa showed me where to find it in the Whole Foods up the street. Mmmm.... sushi.<br />
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We wandered out on their cool covered patio and snarfed up yummy sushi and edamame.<br />
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Then it was time to go back to school for the regularly scheduled class. We continued to go over the muscles of the leg, and the teacher showed us where they were by drawing on her Assistant. The Teacher's Assistant came over and helped me palpate the gastroc and soleus of the lovely, very palpable, Christie by explaining to me the drawings the teacher had done on her.<br />
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And then helped me draw Christine's right gastroc on in lovely purple.<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/545/3196/1600/PalpationDrawing1.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/545/3196/320/PalpationDrawing1.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></a><br />I learned a lot about the muscles of the leg, and I feel like a better massage therapist already. Many thanks to all of the wonderful ladies who were there at the catchup session and helped me out and especially thanks to Christie for being my palpation partner! <br />
Now off to Massage II!!!Gage the Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05260255946265790331noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1500803974672315791.post-18061032726935463202006-08-08T08:55:00.000-07:002013-06-07T08:57:34.375-07:00Happy One Week Birthday Little Puppies!!<a href="http://gagethebunny.blogspot.com/2006/08/blessed-event-my-butt.html">They're</a> a week old. On one paw it seems like there have been puppies in my house forever, and on the other paw every time I see them it's like they're brand new. But they've been here for one week, and they're adorable.<br />
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Voltaire is a great mom, and has been very attentive to her puppies. They're growing fast, and I'd swear that one of them is twice the size he was when she had them.<br />
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Kumo has been diligently reading to the puppies, which is wonderful, except it was pointed by my friend Cassidy last night, that puppies are born deaf, and their little ears don't start to work until they're about 10 days old.<br />
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Cassidy also told me that I need a box, not a basket, to keep Voltaire and the puppies in. One that Voltaire can easily get in and out of, but that will keep the puppies in once they start wandering around in another week or so.<br />
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For now, the puppies still don't do much, they're content to just lay around and sleep and eat, but that's what they're supposed to be doing. I'm curious to see what they grow up to look like, since there's know way to know what the father dog was. I guess we'll see.<br />
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Happy birthday little puppies!!!Gage the Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05260255946265790331noreply@blogger.com