Rabbits use a laser pointer to lure a cat to pounce on it. The bunnies hide behind a small table. As the cat is distracted, two cornered mice take the chance to run in the other direction.
Daily bunny no.3296 creates a distraction
Goodnight, Hookland, goodnight. Rest well and dream deep.
Goodnight from John and Johanna Hall, sitting stunned amid wreckage of trifle, crockery and coffee, half-convinced one of their dinner party guests was possessed. Goodnight from Max Wheeler, wishing his dog wouldn’t run off chasing invisible hares. Goodnight from Hookland.
Calla Lily blossom against a stucco wall.
The original photo: calla lily/20190413
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Calla Lily blossom against a stucco wall. The piece's title is a play on its location (Burbank, California) and its name (calla lily.) The picture was run through a home brew image processing software which manipulated the colors and outlined details in black. The blossom now shades from golden yellow through warm orange. The pistil and red. The stem cyan. The stucco dark blue.
A Phunky Photo: Cali Lily
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A shallow trench filled with pulped newspapers and shredded dictionaries, seeded with wild dreams and wonderful what ifs. Sprinkle with ink and sweat and tears. Mulch with weeks and months of TV & movies, with comics & fanfic & pulps & paperbacks. Water with love and blood. Yields: stories galore!
A shallow trench filled with pulped newspapers and shredded dictionaries, seeded with wild dreams and wonderful what ifs. Sprinkle with ink and sweat and tears. Mulch with weeks and months of TV & movies, with comics & fanfic & pulps & paperbacks. Water with love and blood. Yields: stories galore!
Congratulations! And well deserved!
Four bunnies play cards around a table, using red checker pieces and some acorns as chips. They are in a small parlor, and one of the bunnies is nibbling his cards.
Daily bunny no.3295 is feeling lucky
"Henry Tudor died at Richmond today," said Old Fox conversationally over breakfast, as though it had happened that very morning. "How sad, had he been ill?" replied Babcia. She wasn't really listening, as she was engrossed in a newspaper article about The Flying Duchess, who was at that very moment heading home in her little plane from Cape Town. "Consumption, and terrible trouble with his eyes. Constantly dropping in Celandine juice, which just made it all the worse." said Old Fox. "You know, his son didn't realise until days later, everyone had to creep around with smiling grimaces to pretend he was still alive. Very odd times. I think everyone was still hoping that dear Arthur would return to life." And with that he went to make some more tea and toast another round of crumpets.
Goodnight, Hookland, goodnight. Rest well and dream deep.
Goodnight from Nev Rampley, clothes reeking of petrol and burning after attempts to destroy evidence of his dealings with Faeries in Hedgegate Lane. Goodnight from Sarah Passmore, hoping the cart and call of the phantom cat’s meat man won’t keep her awake. Goodnight from Hookland.
But Disaster Bard may someday become Wisdom Bard. He's willing to admit that a companion is better at something than he is, and he's starting to listen to their advice. He's starting to grow out of his upbringing. Of course, there'll be Adventures before he does it consistently... 🙂
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Side Quested is up and Leo is STRESSED.
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🔹 Or here: sidequested.com/page/1/
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How in the world did THAT happen? Weird.
#girlgenius #webcomics Girl genius for 4/20 (www.girlgeniusonline.com/comic.php) Spent most of yesterday working in the garden. Mostly repairs and maintenance stuff. Planted annual seeds, set rat traps, swamped out the bird bath, mowed the lawn, repaired the gate, and hung the birdhouses. Whew!
![A close up of the top of the sculpture "Apple of His Eye" by Peter Woytuk [2006], which is a raven sitting atop an apple, both at the top of a stone plinth.](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:ufuttc7am5p2v3atwlsywvql/bafkreighzgx7gfr2iysct3kitztcycbdwwkbix7vx54d4dyptxw3otoesy)
A close up of the top of the sculpture "Apple of His Eye" by Peter Woytuk [2006], which is a raven sitting atop an apple, both at the top of a stone plinth.
The original photo: apple of his eye/20190228
[Apple of His Eye by Peter Woytuk/2006, Stuyvesant Plaza, Albany, NY]
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![A close up of the top of the sculpture "Apple of His Eye" by Peter Woytuk [2006], which is a raven sitting atop an apple, both at the top of a stone plinth.
The picture was run through home brew image processing software which replaced pixels in the original image selected as the results of a Sobel filter alogrithm with false palette colored ones.
The raven is black with red highlights; the apple red with green highlights, the stone plinth gray/white with orange/red highlights.](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:ufuttc7am5p2v3atwlsywvql/bafkreih7axctnpz44b7ki3giz4krey2akoz6fvz4pzxeowlh6jkpo22rqe)
A close up of the top of the sculpture "Apple of His Eye" by Peter Woytuk [2006], which is a raven sitting atop an apple, both at the top of a stone plinth. The picture was run through home brew image processing software which replaced pixels in the original image selected as the results of a Sobel filter alogrithm with false palette colored ones. The raven is black with red highlights; the apple red with green highlights, the stone plinth gray/white with orange/red highlights.
A Phunky Photo: Apple-Eyed
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A bunny adrift on a tiny ice floe asks a passing seal for help. the seal has a fish in its mouth, and it is a moonlit night on a calm sea.
Daily bunny no.3294 could use a ride home
A comic of two foxes, one of whom is Green, the other is Blue's mother, Red. Red turns around to look at Green, who listens. Red: Can you take the thing to the other ones at that one over there? Green stares back at her, blankly. Red's look of determined confidence does not falter. Green: ...The what over where? Red: Yes. Later, Blue and Green are walking together. Green: I adore your mother, but I can see where you get it from. Blue: Get what?
A frame filled with the leaves of a Japanese bloodgood maple.
The original photo: bloodgood maple.20181102
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A frame filled with the leaves of a Japanese bloodgood maple. The picture was run through home brew image processing software which manipulated colors and outlined details in black. The leaves start out hot pink at the top of the image, shifting through red, then orange, and finally yellow towards the bottom.
A Phunky Photo: Bloodgood
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Goodnight, Hookland, goodnight. Rest well and dream deep.
Goodnight from The Fall of Frogs pub, where regulars are acutely nervous at news that Old Mother has returned to Long Thurlstone. Goodnight from Tilly Ragworth, carefully picking gravel and thorns from her feet after sleepwalking to Pennyhill Copse again. Goodnight from Hookland,
They deserve more love and recognition than they get now-a-days, to my mind.
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Two hooded figures with lamps approach a moonlit, isolated cottage. A woman answers the door. We have come for the child, says the hooded figure So soon? she asks It is time, says the hooded figure. The woman is distraught. We should never have got him a library card! What is done cannot be undone, says the hooded figure We couldn’t see the harm! We just wanted him to enjoy reading! For most, it ends there, says the hooded figure, turning away and walking into the wilderness Oh lord, What have I done! says the woman, the child walks past her and out into the darkness with them. Do not cry mother. I am a writer now.
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A bunny rides a barrel off a large waterfall, peering out the top of the barrel at the spray below.
Daily bunny no.3293 is going for a ride
The Question Erm, well – I begin, shifting nervously in my chair – if it’s true there is no heaven and no hell, no eternity or long hereafter, no divine plan or offstage direction from an invisible hand, then how do we make sense of it all, how do we make our way through this life, this glorious, ridiculous, ramshackle world of ours, with its wars and brutality, conflicts and petty arguments, the ten thousand tiny acts of kindness which happen unnoticed before breakfast, and all that love and pain, happiness and loneliness that comes to us unannounced, by turns, as if we ourselves were pitched daily onto the waves of one of its vast, mysterious oceans, not knowing whether today is the day we drown or we find ourselves washed up on some strange but friendly shore? Mmm – you say, after a lengthy silence – what I meant was … do you have any questions about the job? Brian Bilston
Today’s poem is called ‘The Question’.
Carson, watching TV. It's saying "Before beginning this pentagon prayer meet, let me address the fake and Totally unpatriotic press, which reported that i, your Kick-asS, ripped, and never at all drunk secretary of war, quoted pulp fiction, believing it to be biblical verse!" Then, "Hic."
It's a Bonus Sermon DORK TOWER SUNDAY! Righteous new strip up now, at the mothership:
www.dorktower.com/2026/04/17/2...
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