Meet Too Tall.
Too Tall is a chocolate bunny that is, incredibly, too tall for his packaging. Too Tall is so tall, in fact, his ears have burst through the box top.
But is this the truth? Is Too Tall truly taller than his bunny comrades? It turns out Too Tall isn't tall enough.
As you can see, there is plenty of room in the bottom of Too Tall's box. His feet could rest comfortably on the real bottom, and there would be clearance between his "too tall" ears and the box top. There's no need for the hole.
Removed from his packaging, the effect is even more astounding. What would happen if you or I were to lie to little children like Too Tall is doing? Is his ego the only true thing bursting from the box?
I believe so. I believe Too Tall has an inferiority complex. It could stem from his hollow nature, or his average height, or a lack of a loving relationship in his parental rabbit den. Whatever the origin, Too Tall is simply telling a too-tall tale.
What kind of society have we become?
In other news, I got promoted last Tuesday to "Senior Communications Specialist." That means I'll be doing more of this, and some other video- and web-based projects. Which is cool.
But it also means I have to toss out my unused business cards and order new ones. Not cool.
Have a dirty...anything?
Two words: Magic Eraser.
I tried it out on my iBook this weekend, and it looks like a new friggin' laptop. Amazing. And all from simple abrasion.
Running season is here again, and the new Nike+iPod kit is doing wonders. Just to have numbers (calories, average time per mile, etc.) to go along with my workouts is a dream come true.
What's better is the iPod Nano is so much better to run with than my clunky 30 GB model.
Worked 24 hours in two days this weekend. Joy.
A few birthdays, mine included, came and went without much celebration on my part, and I'm sorry for that.
Keith, hope your par-tay was fab.
Mine? Simple enough, and much appreciated. Just a nice relaxing weekend at home.
Spring is here, which means the entire universe changes direction, and moods lift like evaporating snow.
This year, I've really started to pay attention to birds. Not just my good friend the whip-poor-will (who I swear I will actually lay eyes on for once), but also the cardinal and the starling and all the noise-makers who are so cheerful first thing in the morning.
Buds are budding, trees are greening, and the birds are returning, as they do every year, to fill our hearts with gladness.
Now to figure out which ones are making which noises.
Speaking of noises, I got my bike fixed so that I can tackle the Falling Water Trail - all 10 miles (one way) of it to Concord.
A quick breakfast, and off I'll go on some sunny Saturday. Eat lunch in Concord, and bike back. If that isn't the perfect day, I don't know what is.
And speaking of perfect, my BBQ chicken breast is sizzling. Off to dinner.