I made the mistake of watching that Inception movie this weekend – two and a half hours of my life I’m never getting back. Still, I’d rather watch that movie seven times over while on a bad acid trip than spend another moment trying to figure out just what the hell is happening here:
Is it a Jackalope in a sea of congealed vomit? A still from an upcoming Tim Burton movie? The creature that lives in my fireplace and eats all the cookies when I’m sleeping?
Rabbit Lore
The hare represented romantic love, lust, abundance,
and fercundity. Hares were associated with the
Artemis, goddess of wild places and the hunt, and
newborn hares were not to be killed but left to her
protection. Rabbits were sacred to Aphrodite, the
goddess of love, beauty, and marriage—for rabbits
had “the gift of Aphrodite” (fertility) in great abundance.
In Greece, the gift of a rabbit was a common love token
from a man to his male or female lover. In Rome, the
gift of a rabbit was intended to help a barren wife
conceive. Carvings of rabbits eating grapes and figs
appear on both Greek and Roman tombs, where they
symbolize the transformative cycle of life, death, and rebirth.
Oh. Well. Um. So, it’s about a different type of ‘ception, eh? This is an homage to conception?
Am I to believe that looking at this thing is supposed to make me want to rip off my clothes, shag my husband, and get knocked up? The only stronger form of birth control I know of is a Saturday afternoon shopping trip to my local Walmart.
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Elly Lou prefers to keep all things with antlers far, far away from her uterus.


















July 19th, 2010 at 9:07 am
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July 19th, 2010 at 10:22 am
I didn’t look close enough at the pic in the e-mail. I thought this was a pendant and the blue things were the cord. I thought “Hmm, it’s ugly but not that awful–sort of Easter-y in a sick sort of way”.
Then I clicked on the source. I saw the photo of it on a wall next to a chair and thought “Hmm…an ugly little thing to hang on the wall of a dollhouse or shadow box scene. Weird.”
THEN I read that it’s made from antlers–REAL antlers, and it is several feet tall. That’s when Reality smacked me in the face. The maker of this thing is insane.
Elly Lou (BugginWord) (49 comments.) Reply:
July 19th, 2010 at 11:11 am
Agreed. It’s ginormous. And scarier than the bunny in The Holy Grail.
July 19th, 2010 at 12:57 pm
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July 19th, 2010 at 1:31 pm
that is so frightening!!
July 20th, 2010 at 4:58 am
OMG, it’s a messed-up jackalope.