The BumbleRabbit Archives

Good morning, Erin. In my Nineteen to Twenty letter, I told you the “you make me melt” story about the girl I had a crush on in college, but I didn’t mention how I developed a crush on her (because it was relevant to that particular story): I was sitting near her in class, reached down to pull something out of my schoolbag, and, as I sat back up, I happened to glance over at her…and, as though struck by lightning, I just suddenly liked her.  Had she in some way changed her appearance? Said or done something charming? Was she giving me a flirty, knowing grin? No. She was sitting in her seat, casually listening to another classmate talk about some other class we were taking. I’d seen her dozens of times in multiple classes, rolled my eyes at some of her ridiculous analysis of Paradise Lost , sighed deeply as she regaled us with stories at odds with my sentiments about life, beauty, and the nature of the universe—she’d been dressed up, dressed down, witty, grating, thoughtful, despa...

Good morning, Erin. I’ve never really been much for cowboys.  Well, apart from a stint enjoying the short-lived TV series adaptation of The Magnificent Seven , which was schlocky and fun. And Red Dead Revolver , the eminently enjoyable PS2 game, which I frikkin’ loved. (Yes, I’m talking about the original game, not the stupid (and infinitely more popular) GTA -like ones that followed in its wake.) Oo, and that episode of Star Trek: The Next Generation where Worf and his son get stuck on the holodeck, and all the characters in the western they’re playing through turn into Data. I liked that one, too. Heh, Data with a big evil mustache. So good. But other than that …kinda meh on cowboys.  …wait, wasn’t Marshall Bravestar a cowbo—y’know what, the point is I didn’t jump into Song of the Bandits excited to try out another western, because it’s just not a genre I typically enjoy.  But, as sometimes happens, I was suckered by the slick as f*** Netflix trailer. And now we’re h...

Good morning, Erin. To what I assume will be your great joy, I’ve spent the last month or so slowly expanding my sphere of K-pop awareness—mostly because I finally gave into the stream of YouTube recommendations that always pop up (or maybe because one of my favorite girls from Heart Signal 4 has mentioned a song in an instagram post, who can say) —and, as a result, expanding the playlist that keeps me company at work.  And yet, even having picked up a little AESPA, a little XG, a little…um…whoever sings “Love Bomb,” I am still irretrievably smitten with Weki Meki—and, for at least the last two weeks, I’ve been unable to stop thinking about…or singing…or poorly imitating the choreography to (what is apparently) their debut track, “I Don’t Like Your Girlfriend.” I mention this not because I want to talk to you about the song (...I mean, I absolutely do want to talk to you about the song—and will at a later date, have no fear!) but because of something I noticed during my many, man...