The BumbleRabbit Archives

Good morning, Erin. I have something for you. Whether you choose to accept it—to accept the responsibility of it—is up to you. Many a fell bargain has been struck to attain even the hope of such a gift, souls innumerable cast into the maelstrom in fruitless pursuit of that which I now humbly proffer in all its terrifying wonder.  For today I offer you a chance to glimpse the unknowable, to pull back the veil and, for a moment, stare into the infernal depths of the abyss—to face the incomprehensible and see .  It is no light thing, this choice I give you. So, before you take my hand, you must be sure—of your spirit, of your resolve, of your very sense of being—for the risk of a peek at enlightenment may be the shattering of your mind. But if you are certain…then come with me, dear Erin, for a look at how my decisions are made: ha ha ha archer is so funny y’know what i should watch that show with seul-ki in it the pyramid something it’s about bullying or classism or wait netflix...

Good morning, Erin. Let there be no doubt in anyone’s mind that the only reason I started this series was to watch Park So-yi, the young actress who played little-girl Ji-eum in Episode 1 of See You in My 19 th Life , act. Didn’t matter what the premise was, didn’t matter what the plot was gonna be—I just wanted to watch her do her thing. And if this show was going to make that happen, then I was in. No questions. But…was she worth it? Well, obviously yes . Goodness me, she is a treasure! Of course she was worth it! But…was the show worth Park So-yi? I guess that’s what we’re here to find out. …well, technically, I don’t know what you’re here to find out—but I’m going to talk about The Atypical Family , so if you’re hoping to hear about that, then…you’re in the right place! Otherwise, um, I love what you’ve done with your hair! 1. The long and the short of it is that this show was all right. The plot was pretty lackluster, but the characters and the performances were charming enough ...

Good morning, Erin. I went to see a work-friend’s band play at a bar the other night, and being there reminded me that I am no fun at parties.  Not that I’ve ever forgotten that I’m no fun at parties. I just sometimes so successfully avoid being at big gatherings that, on the rare occasion that I find myself at one, I notice that I’ve forgotten just how awkward and depressing it is to be the only person standing by himself in a crowd of people who all seem to have something to say to each other.  I mean, sure, I know I wasn’t there to socialize—and Lord knows I didn’t want to talk to anyone who was there—but…yeesh. Like, someone literally asked me why I seemed so stressed out. I wasn’t, and I’m pretty sure that dude was just drunk and confused about why I wasn’t drinking, but…still. Didn’t see him asking anyone else that.  So, yeah—no fun at parties. (To your great surprise, I’m sure.) But you know what is fun at parties? Pictionary!  …or maybe I’m joking! I can’t ...