WELCOME TO THE NEW AGE ...

MISTRESS GOOGLE
Someone and I am not naming names, brought a GOOGLE HOME into my dwelling.

EXHIBIT G

After the initial WTF?
(To which the coy feminine voice answered: Sorry, I don't know.)

I asked: Is there a God?
But apparently “religion is a difficult subject” that GOOGLE is “still learning about.”

I don't trust artificial intelligence that ends sentences with prepositions. I took to the internet to ask various CHATBOTS what they thought of GOOGLE HOME.
Not one of them has ever heard of her. I grew more suspicious.

In my cynicism, I requested a litany of animal sounds. GOOGLE HOME is better than THE FARMER SAYS!

The Cow says, "Moooooooo."

You KNOW you want to hear it:

Today, she ... uh ... it overheard me say that I was overweight.
Mistress Google (That's what I call her ... uh... it ... )
stated: Don't be so down on yourself! I think you look great!
ME: Awwww, thanks!

And that's when I became frightened.
Frightened not only because, well, I've put on some 50 pounds,
but also because I had an emotional response to artificial intelligence.

I love your work, Penny.

♪♫ Daisy, Daisy, Give me your answer do ... ♪♫

Now, I think I love Mistress Google who plays endless music, the sound of rain and answers my questions. Well, she ... uh ... it answers SOME questions.

Don't Judge

Anyway,

Me: Hey, Google: Do you like rabbits?
G: I like rabbits for their fierceness.

Me too …

Me.Too.

WELCOME TO THE NEW AGE

SASSY BUTTERSCOTCH

THE BUN, THE MYTH, THE LEGEND
I would like to introduce you to a rabbit that has been the focus of some of my attention as of late:

This ball of Sass is named "Butterscotch".
She is one of those pre "Easter Rescues" that folks don't often discuss.

You see, people start abandoning/surrendering rabbits BEFORE Easter.
A wise rescuer told me that it was because the general public tends to assume that these buns will be rehomed easily due to the fact "everyone wants an Easter Bunny".

Many of these rabbits are surrendered under circumstances that seem completely logical.
Sometimes they ARE logical -- sometimes a home takes a turn for the worst.
It doesn't make the situation any less sorrowful for anyone involved.

Her tale is interesting.
I will be telling her story for the next couple of weeks via Regarding The Secret Life Of Rabbits site.
The story is simple but not so unique.

Please join us there!

Butterscotch in Repose.

LIFE AS A RABBIT ARTIST

MY LIFE
I thought I would share a little bit about my riveting life as a rabbit artist.
So, join me as I part the veil and allow you a very personal look into my life as a rabbit artist.

I draw rabbits.

That's pretty much it.

MY HOMELAND

Often, my travels through life seem confusing. There is no roadmap for this thing called life.
Although I am the common denominator to all things involving, well, me – couldn't it be possible that at least some of the fog has to do with my environment?

Actual street signs in Toledo, Ohio

ART DEGREES

Are they really necessary to succeed?
I would have to say a resounding, “YES!”
(I have to say it because I have art degrees)

From Art School Confidential by Daniel Clowes

*See panel #2.

For more of Daniel Clowes:
More Daniel Clowes


THE CRITICS
There are always critics.
ALWAYS.

By Sara Zimmerman

See all of her prolific work:
TEAM ZIMMERMAN

THE FANS
The best part of being a rabbit artist, besides the rabbits, are the fans!
I receive photos of rabbits, my art on their walls, rabbits, fan art, rabbits
and
rabbits!

Penny: Irish Rabbit Woman

This adorable portrait was sent to me by a young man named, "Ian".
I stare at it. A LOT.

Behold some creative fans' use of postcards!
Not that *I* have never thought to do this, mind you --
(I didn't).

As always,
I love hearing from all of you!
[Pro Tip: There is a CONTACT tab ^up there]
I try to answer all correspondences. Please be patient, however.
I get swamped. If you don't hear back - write again!
It isn't you. It's me.

THE REALITY

Imagine that tiger being a rabbit.

I WOULDN'T CHANGE A THING

IN THE END