RABBIT RABBIT OCTOBER 2025

Rabbit rabbit. Per ancient tradition, one must say that first thing on the first day of the month. Which this is. It coincided with returning home from the regular pub crawl with my friend the bookseller, which is also an ancient tradition. During which at some point Monty Python refences will be made. During a hymn to the Yellow River, we mentioned Britain's top goalies and their fascination for China's mightiest watery scourge. On the way to the bus stop afterwards, we delved into the eloquent beauty of statements about dead parrots.

Upon disembarking I noticed it was sprinkling. According to news reports a few days ago, the Bay Area will be deluged by the first storms of the season this week. One inch. Back to back fronts, swamping city services and infrastructure. One inch. Biblical proportions, mudslides, a commute from hell. One inch. Once in a hundred years, never seen anything like it at the end of September. One inch.

That's one inch of precipitation, cumulative for the week.

A minor inconsequential sprinkle this evening.

I have no doubt that the heavens will open up and rain come bucketing down, drowning everything in a massive one inch flood the likes of which have never been seen.

My apartment building is on a hill. I should be fine.

RABBIT RABBIT

Three people sang at the karaoke bar, badly, in Mandarin. Par for the course. Better than an entire squawling marketing department of twenty something white folks, which is usually the case. Chinese people singing badly is considerably better than yuppie caucasoids doing so. There is an endearing hesitancy there, rather than an arrogant confidence. Please excuse my efforts, instead of suck it up all of you bitches.

Keep on singing, Mandarin speakers.
It keeps the white folks away.
That's good luck.


My friend had a beer, then a whiskey.
I had green tea, then black.



The pipe smoked while waiting for him to get off work lasted exactly half an hour.
Cornell & Diehl Virginias in a Dunhill 59 F/T Bruyere group 4 billiard.
It looks nothing at all like what the rabbit is smoking.



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