The BumbleRabbit Archives

Good morning, Erin. And welcome to Phase III. (Can you believe it?) So, the other day, I drove a work-friend to the office and wanted to seem very cool, so I just casually had Phoebe Bridger playing in the car.  “Oh,” she said, “I know Phoebe Bridger. My daughter listens to her.” We also listened to BTS and a couple of tracks I got from K-dramas on the way home. I’m sure you’re very proud of me.  …of course, I also know you’re probably clucking your tongue that this isn’t a segue into marking the start of Phase III with my thoughts on literally any of the many, many BTS-focused assignments you’ve given me, so…“proud” is perhaps a relative term. (Those letters are coming, seonbae , I promise.) Which is not to say that Phase III isn’t also going to feature many a diversion into the wide and wondrous world of the Bangtan Boys and undoubtedly a dating show or two (like maybe Heart Signal 4 or something I dunno who’s to say)—but we both know neither those is going to be the main t...

Daryl, circa April 29, in the Fix You letter, on the historical trend of having very bad Aprils: “I mean, granted, last year’s typical April shenanigans ended up happening in May, but I think the point still stands that April hasn’t been mean to me since we became K-drama buddies.” Daryl, circa May 9,  in his apartment, approximately 3:45 AM: “…oh, come on .” * * * Good morning, Erin. So…I’d like to tell you a story, dear seonbae , if you’ll indulge me for a few minutes—or, more likely, for many, many minutes, because I am nothing if not prone to long-winded storytelling. And afraid of serpentine sea monsters. Which has made being a Slytherin in Hogwarts Legacy more trying than I’d like.  And which, surprisingly, is not a digression—because playing Hogwarts Legacy is part of the story. Or, more specifically, it is a detail of the overall story, which begins with the fact that, on this past Monday night, I was absolutely WIRED and felt nothing even approaching the edges of s...

Good morning, Erin. Even as you were in the middle of recommending this one…y’know, that you would remember my fondness for this wonderful cliche setup…it just… I promised myself I wouldn’t cry —well, anyway, let’s just jump right into Be My Boyfriend : 1. I could not for the life of me figure out why the first episode started with narration from a girl who then (essentially) disappears from the story after that point just so she could tell us the whole thing was going to be about someone else—until I noticed that this show was a spinoff of a different show. So, I’m guessing the girl who started things off was from that show and was passing the narrative baton. Which I’m sure was nice for people who were already familiar with this storytelling universe, but it was confusing enough for me to have notes wondering if the show was ever going to explain why it started that way until maybe a third of the way through the series. I mean, I totally figured it out because I’m the world’s greate...

Good morning, Erin.  So, when you recommended I watch this because one of the actors was someone I said I liked, my guess going into the film was that you were talking about Start-Up Dead Dad, given how frequently I have invoked him as an actor I wish was in more stuff. But, no, he was not the man you were referring to.  Well played, my K-drama seonbae .  I mean, obviously I’d have been more in-tune with your passing almost-hint if I weren’t simultaneously trying to wrap my head around a multimedia ARG surrounding the world’s favorite Korean boy-band, but…nevertheless: ya got me. You win this round. …though, for getting my hopes up, I swear I will not rest until I make it a Pyrrhic victory Soooooo let’s have a quick look at The Effect of a Finger Flick on a Breakup : 1. What a ludicrous title—which I both like and frown at. It’s suitable as the name of a meditation on the “straw that broke the camel’s back” aspect of most breakups (which this certainly is), in that it is...