repost from elsewhere, chatting to a bunnyrabbit
"...well this is where we get to practice doing our intros and welcomes as after all it's what those readers are going to see first of us before those books if any I guess..." replied the goblin thinking the bunny had the right idea with her warren imagining it to be on par with his cavern then, or at least on par with the poet's pad under the bridge perhaps, then adding "...anyway, I like your style, and it's so much easier to remember you as a bunny amongst these others here than if you had used some bland non committal username like most folks do...", meanwhile the television in the bistro today showed some gathering of heads of states in paris marking some long ago war anniversary, and the goblin looked on at the fanfare of it all wondering what the dead would make of it now, and if they too were wondering when we'd get the real media news from the media, sighing "...no it's funny how they don't commemorate any other war since, nor note any parallel between the inept government economic policies that brought things to war back then as the same dunce financial policies that they have been instigating today too...", as the media propped photo opportunity continued a pace with yet more solemn faced head of state nobodies saluted away in full view of the equally subdued paparazzi, and admittedly the goblin was somewhat drawn to spectacle much as the media had hoped he guess, but in the end it all resembled too closely some evil ritual of repartition here, with those who were causing the financial collapse of today commemorating those who fought through the result that same economic collapse back then, which was why the goblin broke his gaze from the television to look back at the bunny instead, saying "...we become our own journalists now because it sure isn't journalism we're getting anymore..."me neither good at intros either. I quickly come outta and return to my burrow every now and then hoping that I don't get chewed down by mad dogs. welcome

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