The Bunny Box

Well, it's finally summer, and as the day of my wedding slowly approaches, I find myself getting tenser, antsier, and really really stereotypically bride-like. Now, granted, things are getting a little annoying, what with my parents not seeming to get much done. Everyone involved in planning this wedding works full time, except my father, who sleeps full time. So, very little is getting done unless my father wakes up for long enough to do it. As of right now, I'm at work wondering if we'll actually have music at the wedding. I'm also wondering if we'll ever get our invitations off of my dad's laptop and on to some actual invitation paper. Right now, Dad thinks we should get them printed up on construction paper. Definitely not what I want... Yaakov and I are talking about starting a blog between the two of us. It wouldn't be this, because this sucks. We want to do something that people with actually want to read. Political commentary, web comics, dv...

It's erev shabbos and I'm sort of studying. It's getting late (for me, because I'm boring and go to sleep really early) and I've been stalking some old friends online. It's kind of strange to see what they're up to when I haven't spoken to them in 3 or 4 years. I know, it's creepy, you don't have to tell me. I've been reading this book called "Off The Derech" by Faranak Margolese, and it's really insightful. I think every religious parent, teacher, or any religious person who deals with people in general should read this book. It has some very important lessons. However, because of the way it's written, obviously aimed at those who are religious and are wondering how to keep others from losing their yiddishkeit, it's completely inappropriate for someone who doesn't have a solid footing in Orthodoxy. Someone reading this from an outside, non-religious perspective would grow very resentful of the community at la...

...but it's better than life insurance. I miss high school when I didn't care about homework. Back when I was so unmotivated that it didn't matter if I failed every class. Then again, that's why I'm in community college... Can I get a holla from my fellow dropouts!? ANYway...I'm sitting here drinking diet coke, listening to music, and doing/avoiding my homework. Actually, my music just gave way to a Rabbi Kelemen shiur. Good stuff, btw. Love Rabbi Kelemen. He's the best. Anyway...BYE!

Hello, and welcome to the Bunny Box Revolution's homepage. First, a bit about this complex movement. Several years ago, I, SeeingEyeRabbit, the leader of this most glorious cause, found myself wondering: Just what is the deal with stuff?! I mean, come on! Someone's gotta pay for it! It was about that time that I realized I was completely wasted, and shouldn't be allowed to think for at least another 5 hours. A few days later, while sitting in class, I had a prophecy which came to me in the form of a doodle in one of my notebooks. Now, yes, I drew the doodle myself, but I feel that it was G-d speaking through me. I mean, probably not THE G-d. More like a figurative G-d. Like Buddha or something. Anyway, this doodle held within it deep, incomprehensible meaning. I have struggled over the years to understand it, as have all who have encountered it's genius. However, it has been determined that one would be unable to figure it out, unless they allowed themselves ...