william gibson

Burn the Bunny, Long Live the Bunny

Enough already. We got one of those crappy Nabaztag bunnies for Christmas. Infact from Father Christmas himself. So it was all the harder explaining to our 7-year-old daughter Bea (who, the fancy website promised us would have her life oh-so enhanced) that we were going to send it back. "But that's so ungrateful Mummy! Father Christmas won't ever give us a present again if you do that." But frankly, sending messages to yourself and sitting around staring at the stupid little thing waiting for it to do something ain't our idea of fun. Mr "I need bigger challenges all the time" Smarty Pants Minitel agreed last night that there wasn't much happening for UK bunnies until April and that yes, they're not much fun if your friend's don't have them. Please use your enormous brain to solve some real world problems Rafi. Take a leaf out of Al & Andy's books and go win a nobel prize for technology that solves climate change, or something, anything. But take the bunny back. Is it just the women who hate it, or just the people that don't have geek friends with no life. Fortunately I met Dana Gordon (and fabulous Jean Bapiste) last night. And after we burnt a few banknotes together (ask me for one and you can too) we went looking for the Bunny. Alas... that pleasure will have to wait. So here's a pic of the best Bunny I can find right now. Signficant that it came from the Burning of the Clocks community event - a pagan inspired event by Same Sky - by the ocean in Brighton. In real time, with maximum bandwidth. Amazing how they get the wind to really feel cold on your face, for the fire to crackle just so realistically. Frankly, he was a lot more fun than a Nabaztag/tag/tag/tag/tag/tag could ever be. And his weather report was waaaay more useful, fun, joyous and interesting.
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