Our bathroom is suffering from an infestation of tiny ants, the smallest ants I’ve seen. I suppose you might call my actions this morning “infanticide.”
From the Online Etymology Dictionary:
bunny – 1690, dim. of Scottish dialectal bun, pet name for “rabbit,” previously (1587) for “squirrel,” and also a term of endearment for a young attractive woman or child (1606). Ultimately could be from Scottish bun “tail of a hare” (1538), or from Fr. bon, or from a Scand. source. The Playboy Club hostess sense is from 1960. The Bunny Hug (1912), along with the foxtrot and the Wilson glide, were among the popular/scandalous dances of the ragtime era.
Thanks to Adrienne for making me look this up.
We are bunny-sitting our landlord’s bunny. I have named her Ms. Floppity Hop. After spending much of the early evening hiding in corners or in her cage, Ms. Hop (or should I call her Floppity?) started roaming around the room as soon as John Edwards started talking about living week to week on our paycheck. I take this as a sign that Edwards has truly reached out to the bunny community — they too want One America.
Obama’s speech. Read it. I can’t find the real audio link or I’d put it here.
A conversation I had today in Brewed Awakening while reading research papers:
ANDREI: So what do you work on anyway?
ME: Well, I do information theory, which is…
ANDREI: Really? That’s so cool!
I think this is the first and last time I will have a conversation like this. But it’s amazing how happy it made me that someone thinks what I do is cool.
Things (books, papers) I am trying to read in parallel: