prodding me with the afore-mentioned breakfast food

Am clearly in full-on retreat from (a) book updates, (b) bunny accessories, (c) my ginormous pile of marking, and (d) my state of health (still feel sick). And what better way to retreat than into TEH INTERNETS? Clearly this internet thingy is a cunning scheme from an interstellar civilisation to completely corrupt all human endeavour and progress by the simple ploy of selecting for literacy, curiosity and lateral thought, and then hopelessly distracting it, causing humanity's intellectual cream to FRITTER AWAY their time uselessly. At current rates, in about 10 years the BEMs will be able to stage a full-on assault on our planet, meeting no resistance whatsoever as everyone will be too busy blogging the experience to actually do anything about it. Baudrillard would be proud.

Ahem. Anyway. Linkery.

• The Lyttle Lytton Contest. Like the Bulwer Lyttons, except restricted in length, making for a delirious punchiness. Also, the perpetrator of the contest deconstructs them, presumably in the search for a platonic ideal of humour.
• Wondermark: An Illustrated Jocularity. Price sixpence, or by Post Sixpence Halfpenny. Severely lateral, and appeals desperately to the hopeless Victorian geek in me.

Things that are not working, apart from actual work: the sitting-room lights, my car alarm (keeps going off randomly), two bars on my heater, and the front gate, whose remote has apparently died.

In other news, today's postmodern internetty experience: wandering onto Facebook in a sort of academic what-are-the-cool-kids-doing finger-on-pulsy sort of way, to find out that, ahem, my dad's there.

Bunny Threat Level: bleah.