I woke up this morning and thought it was Friday. I actually hopped out of bed with cheerful Friday-thoughts and nary a care in the world. It was not until I was on my way to work that I did the math in my head and realized it was only a Thursday. Foul
dull Thursday. If Thursday were a color
it would be brown.
Yesterday after work I popped into the petco on the way home to grab the brats some food. They had the most bizarre looking bunny in there. I had originally walked by it
dismissing it
however I did a double-take after thinking about it for a moment
and went back to inspect it closer. It looked like some weird mutant rabbit to me. I actually had to look at the sign to make sure it was
indeed
a rabbit. It’s ears seemed way too short for a rabbit and it seemed to have a mane. As far as I could tell someone had taken a somewhat fluffy rabbit and shaved part of it down. I don’t know. I need to pick up another keychain camera for moments such as this.
Popped into world market next door. I was delighted to see they were having a wine sale. One of the wines I really liked
Crushpad
was on sale for half price. Since it was only 12-13 bucks to begin with
it was only 6 bucks a bottle. Since it was on sale
it meant they were getting rid of it. So I decided I had better stock up. I have to admit
though
I felt like a bit of a wino bringing three bottles of cheap wine up to the counter. But a deal is a deal.
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I had shark steak and garlic bread for dinner
however I ruined half of my shark steak. I had forgotten to defrost it
so I tried to microwave it. Of course I did it for too long and the ends of it curled up and got hard and rubbery. I had to cut off the ruined numbs and bake the rest of it. It was not very big to begin with
so when it was finished it looked pitifully small.
Ghost hunters last night sucked. They did not find any ghosts
and the people were all grumpy. However
I still like the fact that they disprove all of the hauntings. The dimwit lady was claiming to hear mysterious thumps in the floorboards
and when they went down into the cellar the found a very obvious sump pump that would rattle and jump when it kicked on or off. The lady also claimed the ghost was flicking the light off on her
however when they banged on the wall the light was clearly not wired well and flickering on and off.
You know
when something happens to you like a light flicking off or whatever
you really need to question your mindset when the first thing that comes to your mind is that a ghost is responsible. Then again
I suppose it’s simply easier. If you are fat and weigh 350 pounds and the weight of your bulk is causing light sockets to jiggle
its easier to yelp ‘Ghost!’ than it is ‘Holy shit
my fat ass is vibrating this entire house.’
Tomorrow the ‘real’ Friday comes. I am just going to tune today out and pretend it never happened.
2026 Update
Dialing up April 2006, where Ed mourns a Thursday, inspects a shaved bunny, and hoards three bottles of six-dollar wine.
Ah, 2006. A simpler hell. You needed a whole keychain camera to document a suspiciously shaved rabbit; now every soul on Earth carries a camera in its pocket and still won’t photograph anything except lunch. You walked into a physical store to buy wine that was on sale because they were “getting rid of it” — now we subscribe to wine, rent our software, and are getting rid of ourselves. You watched Ghost Hunters on a television schedule; in 2026 every flickering light is livestreamed by a doorbell, and the ghost is usually a firmware update. You wrote a blog about all of this, which is adorable, because today the same Thursday would become seven overlapping rants across seven platforms, each one monetized. The sump pump is still a sump pump, Ed, but now it has a QR code and a support chatbot. And the ruined shark steak? The microwave has only gotten angrier.
“2006 Ed, did you ever go back to Petco to confirm whether that rabbit was shaved or some rare mane-bearing breed, or did the three bottles of six-dollar Crushpad erase the mystery before dinner?” — Beelzebubba the Third
2006 Ed: Well, Beelzebubba, I wish I could tell you I solved the Great Petco Rabbit Mystery, but no. I never went back. Between the three bottles of six-dollar Crushpad and the shark steak fiasco, that bunny just sort of floated off into the fog of my Thursday. I did think about it later, mostly because I felt bad for the little critter, but honestly, the wine did its job and erased a good chunk of that evening. My current theory is that it wasn't shaved, just some weird lion-head rabbit breed that looks like it lost a fight with a lawnmower. Petco probably thought I was insane, staring at it like that. I might swing by next week if I remember, but I've got a 50-cent brain in a dollar-store skull, so don't hold your breath. Take that, foul rabbit mystery.
