Enforced Secret Joy #21 - Happy Bunny!

Okay, okay, I admit, my Enforced Secret Joy Posts have not been meeting their usual Friday deadlines. And I know this saddens you, because I see how many people check this thing on Fridays, so SOMEBODY'S remembering one of the Three Rules Of The Blog (the other two rules, of course, are I Don't Comment On Comments, and Everyone Goes Under An Assumed Name Unless I Say Otherwise.)

Why have I been delinquent? Well, Temping Madness has taken over. It's a different job every week, and it's catch as catch can. This week at the Unnamed Other Movie Studio finds me in the publicity department, so I REALLY can't talk about what I'm doing. (it involves parties for Oscar Nomination Screenings, and a lot of work in Excel. Yay me.)

The other madness is the Christmas Monologue show with my theater company, which I'm helping to produce, because I am a control freak dumbass. It's a LOT of work, and my hope is that I'm front loading everything, because in less than 10 days, I'm off to spend Thanksgiving in Orlando, and will be out of pocket for a week, which is exactly where you want one of your producers to be a week before you open your show. Sigh.

But Happy Bunny makes everything all right. How much do I love Happy Bunny? SOOOOOOOOOO much! My sister Agatha was the first one to introduce me to Happy Bunny, so I gotta give her props. I had no idea who Happy Bunny was until a few Christmases ago, when my brother in law gave her a sheet of office magnets, or stickers or something. The first thing she said was "These are great! I can't take them to work, though." Just, google Happy Bunny and see how other people have appropriated it like those naughty Calvin and Hobbes stickers you see on the back of trucks, and you'll understand what I'm talking about.

But these are the more milder yet anarchic ones, and thus, they occupy a place in my heart. No further explanation is necessary, I think.

Dear God, thank you for Happy Bunny. Thank you for his creator, Mr. Jim Benton. Thank you for the gentle anarchic hilarity that makes up their particular brand of amusement. Thank you that it happens to perfectly encapsulate my frame of mind these days. Thank you that my fractured frame of mind can be encapsulated by a flippin' weird cartoon. How awesome is that? There's room enough for everything these days, and nothing I come up with is beyond Your realm of "Hey, does it feel like THIS" inspiration to others. Thank you, thank you, thank you. Amen.