If you were a chocolate bunny, who would you be?

Dear George,

I would appreciate it, if you wouldn’t go to “war tomorrow”:http://www.nytimes.com/2003/03/17/international/17CND-NATI.html. I would very much like to see peace and harmony among the citizens of the world. I know we haven’t seen eye to eye as of late, but I think if you could just take a “Valium”:http://www.observer.co.uk/international/story/0,6903,722395,00.html, you might see that this war would be huge mistake.

It didn’t work for your dad and really, it wont work for you. War is not some guaranteed way of boosting the economy. In order for a war to make the economy grow strong, you must have citizens that believe in the cause, which you don’t. World War II was different, we had a real enemy with actual blood on it’s hands and we had real leaders who could rally a nation, George you couldn’t rally a _Nissan Stanza_ full of Republicans.

I know we haven’t seen eye to eye recently and if you go to war I promise I will never invite you to another dinner party again.

So George, please reconsider your war before you make a huge mistake.

Your citizen,
_Funtime Ben_

Well, it’s official, I joined a gym. I’ve never been a member of a gym before and I’m really excited about the prospect of getting “in shape.” Sure, when I was in college, I had access to a gym, but that was college. Gym was for jocks and art students, like me, didn’t work out because they were afraid of the jocks.

bq. That’s not entirely true. My college’s gym was perpetually filled with dancers and ballerinas, because of the school’s dance program. I wasn’t particularly afraid of the dancers and ballerinas, aside from a few girls who could have passed for linebackers.

I’ve never been an athletic guy, I guess this is mainly due to my father. My father, the englishman, was pudgy all his life. He at the age of 16 lost his eye to an anti aircraft artillery shell during WW2 in England. This one eye gave him a lack of depth perception which secured he would never go to war, but made most cardiovascular _team sports_ kind of difficult to play.

*Try to play tennis with one eye.*

This meant that my father did not throw the old pig-skin around with me. He never showed me how to steal home. He once, to his credit, tried to show me how to play _cricket_ but _cricket_ is a game of waiting, waiting, brief excitement, and waiting.

So, the gym is really exciting in that I finally feel like I have a “purpose”:http://convivial.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_convivial_archive.html#90695556, like I could clime Mt. Everest, even dare i say it, climb up subway stairs and not emerge wheezing.

*I’m so excited!*

I don’t care what it is, if your mom says _”It’s going to be all right.”_

*It’s going to be all right.*

PHOTO ADDED 3.14.2003

I wish that “aubonpain.com”:http://aubonpain.com/ had an indicator like the “Department of Homeland Security”:http://www.whitehouse.gov/news/releases/2002/03/20020312-5.html telling you what soups they had for the day.