A great day to stay in and snuggle… So here’s a wish that every bunnylover gets to snuggle some fuzzballs today! I’ve already got one down (Pea) and 3 to go!

Happy Valentine’s Day! I hope everyone out there gets to celebrate love today, in all its forms.

LiveOffice lets you hold and record conference calls for free. We’re looking for a service for our new PodcastNOW! service for PGC.

I’ll post again when I know what the quality sounds like… I have a feeling I’ll be very happy with it, though.

Gotta dig the cahones on the bunny’s part to even approach the deer in the first place. We all know how skittish bunnies are to “y’all monsters up there.”

The office has a language all its own. Steal a commiserating look at Jim, then communicate using DailyCandy’s latest lexicon.

accounting terror – n. The fear that you will be punished for your inappropriate work expenses. (Suzie tried to expense a bikini wax. She’s in total accounting terror.)

apathy hour – n. What after-work drinks actually feel like.

bluetoothsome – adj. Used to describe someone so attractive that his/her hotness is not diminished by the wearing of a dorky Bluetooth earpiece.

CEOverkill – n. When your boss makes you complete a ridiculous task that takes an insane amount of time and will never be useful to anyone.

conference crawl – n. The incredible, physics-defying manner in which time slows down during a conference call.

golden paratrooper – n. Someone who is constantly failing upward and benefiting outrageously from his/her apparent failures.

missenger – n. A delivery person who inevitably arrives while you’re in the bathroom.

no CC-ums – n. The pesky e-mails that hit everyone and have nothing to do with the assignments, updates, or announcements.

promotion sickness – n. The queasy feeling one gets when someone really stupid gets promoted. (Rob’s such a kiss up. His golden paratrooping gives me promotion sickness.)

reply-arrhea – n. E-mail incontinence; the inability to stop hitting Reply to All.

super casual Friday – n. The act of coming to work on Friday wearing the same outfit as Thursday, minus cardigan and watch, which were mysteriously left somewhere. (When sending a messenger to pick them up, they arrive in a plastic bag sans note.)

Still have plenty of cubicle time to kill? Check out our Techie Lexicon for more fun with words.

Want more fun? Bone up on your chat abbreviations, courtesy of WhatIs.com.

Jennifer and Jim kept getting huge water bills.

They knew beyond a doubt that the bills weren’t representative of their
actual usage, and no matter how they tried to conserve, the high bills
continued. Although they could see nothing wrong, they had everything
checked for leaks or problems: first the water meter, then outdoor pipes,
indoor pipes, underground pipes, faucets, toilets, washer, ice maker,
etc. — all to no avail.

One day Jim was sick and stayed home in bed, but kept hearing water running
downstairs.

He finally tore himself from his sick bed to investigate, and stumbled onto
the cause of such high water bills. Apparently this was happening all day
long when they were not at home. Knowing that few would believe him, he
taped a segment of the “problem” for posterity.

Watch the video.

And Paul thinks I’m nutty when I tell him to put the cover down… TG the bunnies can’t reach that high…

Yesterday I was in Newbury Comics and I saw im-peach-mints w/ Bush’s face on them. People are getting clever.

A quick Google search also brought up Impeachment Tea.

You know, bc we all have so much extra time this time of year! =:-3

Hoppy Holidays, everyone!

Baby animals — including baby bunny checks. Also baby tigers, wolves, and lions.

I figure if I’m going to be signing my money away, I may as well be looking at something cute while I do it.

Halloween in my house is a low-key night this year, now that the big party is over. The party, last weekend, was a housewarming/Halloween gig and it was wicked fun. I turned out not to be a bunny at all. But I did find a really good excuse to walk around in a nightie all night. Okay, I’ll give. I was a madame. And Paul was a pimp. He even had the bling. He was perfectly smarmy with greased back hair and a jacket that he claims was very fashionable in Hong Kong in the 50s. Now it just looks like a pimp’s coat. Sorry, man, but you were slimy.

Someone asked me why I wasn’t the “worker.” Reason’s simple — my parents were there! How far do ya think I can go with the ‘rents looking on?!

Thanks to everyone who dressed up. And for everyone who didn’t, I hope you’re just starting to get psyched up for it… Those who answer their door and hand out candy dressed as someone else wins. Sorry, but they do.

And now for the point of this blog entry. Jen sent the other day a few links for scary Halloween stories. They, of course, all point to About.com, but there could be worse places to point, as you will see if you read the stories.

1. 6 Terrifying Tales of Halloween — let’s start with some general fireside stories.
2. Haunting Ghost Stories of Alcatraz — having just been on Alcatraz a few weeks ago, I find this one particularly chilling…
3. Scary Stories of Classic Rock — even the rockers get into the kitchy holiday.