msfledermaus | Rabbits rule, killer rats drool!...

Last night I was finishing up some yarn for Miss Fleur, while watching a movie--"Willard" with Crispin Glover. I'm pretty sure bits and pieces of the original when I was a tiny batling--I couldn't have been more than four or five at the time. Anyway, much as I hate remakes, I've always thought the Glover remake was the definitive film. (Let's face it--no one can pull off a complete homicidal meltdown with rats quite like him. Okay, maybe Dennis Hopper. Maybe.)

Of course Shamu the Bunny was watching the movie with me...okay, not so much. He just kept looking at me as if to say, "You enjoy this sort of thing, do you?" I kept petting his fluffy head when he lopped by and reassured him that the horrible squeaky noises were not real, that I would never replace his fuzzy goodness with an army of killer rats, and that if he was very good I'd buy him a marshmallow cannon for the holidays...

So there you are...