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That goat in the upper left corner is giving Weasel the eye.

Yon billygoat hath a mean and angry look… to paraphrase.

Told ya the billygoat’s revenge is to be feared. Or whatever I said.

my ex whitish rabbit broke into my email account and stole my blog….she is a psycho, so don’t be pissin her off

‘scuse me Stoatville.

It was my account in the first place, m. But I guess facts dont matter much when you’re on the rampage.

..done.

Cyberfight! Yay!!!

Wow. I’m baffled. While this is not an unusual condition for me per se it comes at a time when I thought my bafflement was subsiding.

Uh…which one is the real Wabbit? I’m rootin’ for…..uh, you?

Go…..someone! Kick the crap out of….the other one. Yee-haaa?

Whitish wisely took down her blogroll to forestall further eruptions, so I had to go all the way to a Google-cached copy to find it (what part of ‘weasel’ needs further explanation?). It doesn’t seem to have amounted to much, however.

No offense intended, Wabbit. There’s nothing in the world as entertaining as someone else’s dirty laundry on the line. Say, I bet if you guys got into a howling screamfest, it would do amazing things to your traffic.

No offense taken. I guess there’s entertainment value.

I hate being called ‘psycho’ though. It’s unfortunately sort of difficult to deny. Stupid? Doesn’t ruffle me, I feel secure in my intelligence. Ugly? Eye of the beholder. Mean? Who isn’t, once in awhile? But psycho… hm. hm. hm.

Would you really know if you were psycho? And since this affair was insanity, being drawn to it sort of says that insanity appeals to me on some level. I donno, I *think* I’m extremely sane.

Excuse me, I hafto go get the hampsters out of the dryer and buy some laxatives before my bdsm-clown friends show up. Bozo likes to purge before we put the pickle in.

Ummm…uh oh. Wow. I spoke too soon. Down the Rabbit Hole has been disappeared, looks like.

WHAT? I will never be the same again after reading that. There are some things I know I shouldn’t google and I am sure “bdsm-clown friends” is one of them.

My doing. Think I’ll start over, eventually. That old thing about how the people you know affect your writing, so you maybe don’t want certain eyes on your daily thoughts. That coalesced with a ‘burn down the village’ mood.

McGoo should start a blog first though. Maybe his hesitancy to blog is due to a an insufficient artillery of adorable cat pictures?

Oh! Well, as long as it’s your own doing.

Yes, I think we should poke McGoo with the pointy sticks until he complies (or make him Google bdsm-clown — dammit, Dawn! It didn’t occur to me to Google until you said something).

Wait, I sounded way too blasé there, Alissa. I hope you saved backups. There was some good writing on that blog.

I’m stricken (and confused, but that’s normal) on so many levels!

As I read wabbits post I thought to myself, “Self – she’s been reading waaaay too much of your style drivel. You’ve damaged her. Or someone did. Just look at that dark-fantasy imagery! Whoa.”

Then my other Self speaks up: “But Weasel said I could say what I want!”

Then another voice – *That Voice* – remarks, “You were just thinking about big ol’ O’Gorky’s and the Summer Equinox and her Ex! Magical! Hee-hee!”

And now the blog of the only Wabbit I ever knew who understands the value of a 3rd class harpoons mate has gone the way of the mastodon.

Wabbit, you’re smart (it shows), you’re pretty (I saw your photos), you’re only mean to asshats, and you write beautifully. Please don’t stop. Just start fresh, sans Ex!

…and everyone is psycho. I read that somewhere.

As for me blogging – well, ask Dawn. Do you *really* think the general public should be exposed to regular doses of my style of imagery and content? I think not. Consider the children…

McGoo, Did you know that saying Rabbit is smart AND pretty is probably the nicest thing anyone could ever say to a girl?

Yeah, I think you owe it to the general public to give them something to protect their children from. Otherwise, they tend to feel superfluous, y’know. Like automated, nagging a.t.m machines. Start up a blog, it’ll draw people together.

Thanks, btw.

Weasel- Thanks, but it’s hard to be too blase about something the creator has willfully destroyed of their own free will. The google cache thing can serve as back-up. Words. Meh. I can make more.

Dawn- Did you google it? Did you get that picture of Pinto Colvig giving Al-Zarquawi a sensual massage? It’s photo shopped you know. They both crashed onto the world stage on Sept. 11th but Pinto croaked before Johnny Cash had even recorded ‘Live at Folsom Prison’.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sms0a6hbLTQ

Just callin’ it like I see it, Dawn. Pointing out the obvious, so-to-speak, about a person who seems worthy of respect. Didn’t mean to get all squishy or anything.

Dawn- That video was creepy. I’m afraid the phone’s gonna ring now, and a mad little voice is going to say I have 7 days left to live.

McGoo- 4 out of 5 rabbits polled think you display just the right level of squishy at just the appropriate time.

Course, rabbit-kind is a squishy lot to begin with.

Thanks back at you, Wabbit.

That video left me completely clueless. But that’s ok.

Sorry guys for the confusion. It was meant to be a compliment. I really like My Brightest Diamond. Kind of a contemporary Kate Bush don’t you think? Perhaps this video is more appropriate

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D35uQCtr4EY

I understood that video perfectly. It was easy. Alice in Wonderland (after she took that pills) opened Pandora’s box and then became a voyeur. This progressed into soft-porn photography, and later, to romantic lesbian video porn filmed at the beach. She likes to sing about it.

Wabbit – since I’m fairly new here, I never saw your blog. Patience and a few stiff drinks, and then burning something to the ground always relaxes me, but I hesitate to suggest for you. Still, this too shall pass. When the muse returns, please start writing again and let us know when a new persona appears, elsewhere. I recommend a using a pseudonym to disguise (or reveal) yourself …. on the internet, no one knows you’re a wabbit.

I’m afraid to google bdsm-clown friends. It reminds me of work. However, maybe googling “disguise” images will give you some ideas for a new blog….

McGoo… don’t get any ideas from the ‘burning something to the ground bit’, I wasn’t talking to you. We know how that went last time, don’t we?

Lokki,
What? I wasn’t doin’ nothin’…..(whistles innocently)