07-01-2010, 10:09 AM
Well, actually, I don't need to hunt for bunnies, since I already have one (he is a star on YouTube). If you can disown an owner he has probably done so, since I haven't seen him since October 2008. As I have mentioned before, he may actually be an apparition and not a flesh-and-blood bunny because I acquired the house in 2007 and he was there before that and, well, it just seems improbable that an actual bunny could survive I'o's, hurricanes, dogs, errant humans and all of the other things that could lead to an early end.
I guess I could say the same thing about myself, though! This d-i-v-o-r-c-e has been a flaming mess. Anyway, here I come. Can't wait until they close the door on the damn airplane. As per usual, I am dashing over and back and so won't have time to do what I really want to do which is to meet each and every one of you. That will have to await another trip. For now, I just need to make sure everything, and everybunny, is where I left it.
You will see me in all my usual haunts though, and at the Big Island Music Festival, where I hope to take a uke lesson from Brittni Paiva. I am going to try and work Kalani in because I find it both alluring and hilarious. That's because I am third eye blind and fail to appreciate what the tom-toms have been trying to tell me, which is do the limbo and go into the cave, trusting that there is a glorious bejeweled cavern ahead that leads to a rebirthing experience on the ocean shore.
You will surely see me at the summit after dark, probably around midnight. You know I loves me some Pele. I always go for the difficult ones. The othes bore me.
Do say hi if you are in the neighborhood and I will do the same if I am in yours. You will find me where the white buddha graces the black rock.
And if any bounty hunters come looking for you, I will tell them I haven't seen you, to put on some sunscreen for crissakes and will inform them there are no reality shows in Puna.
I guess I could say the same thing about myself, though! This d-i-v-o-r-c-e has been a flaming mess. Anyway, here I come. Can't wait until they close the door on the damn airplane. As per usual, I am dashing over and back and so won't have time to do what I really want to do which is to meet each and every one of you. That will have to await another trip. For now, I just need to make sure everything, and everybunny, is where I left it.
You will see me in all my usual haunts though, and at the Big Island Music Festival, where I hope to take a uke lesson from Brittni Paiva. I am going to try and work Kalani in because I find it both alluring and hilarious. That's because I am third eye blind and fail to appreciate what the tom-toms have been trying to tell me, which is do the limbo and go into the cave, trusting that there is a glorious bejeweled cavern ahead that leads to a rebirthing experience on the ocean shore.
You will surely see me at the summit after dark, probably around midnight. You know I loves me some Pele. I always go for the difficult ones. The othes bore me.
Do say hi if you are in the neighborhood and I will do the same if I am in yours. You will find me where the white buddha graces the black rock.
And if any bounty hunters come looking for you, I will tell them I haven't seen you, to put on some sunscreen for crissakes and will inform them there are no reality shows in Puna.
