It has been brought to my attention recently that I haven't posted anything for quite some time...since September 2010 by the looks of things! Not acceptable I say, given it's now January 2011! So I've decided to get amongst it and get typing...

Did you know 2011 is year of the rabbit by the way? Sound quite lovely and cuddly like an old Disney cartoon...but I'm not so sure. Given last yeat was the year of the tiger, I'm more than a little concerned that downgrading to a mere rabbit doesn't hold the same sort of inspirational power. They say that the 'rabbit' is refined, gracious and tranquil and represents a calm change from the ferociousness of the tiger...anyone yawning? If you ask me, there's nothing like a bit of "go get 'em tiger" to make you feel like you can take on the world...but now what? "Hop to it?!"

It's just not working for  me. Besides the fact that rabbits carry diseases, are known for getting shot, and are not the brightest bulbs in the tanning booth...they're pests! Admittedly they're 'pets' as well as 'pests' but they're just not exactly the world's most earth-shattering animal now are they?! I want to roar into 2011 with the ferocity of a giant cat...not a hopping ball of fluff.

Now there is one exception to all of this, I must add, and his name is Bugs. Bugs Bunny. Noteably he is set aside because of his capacity for witty sarcasm and practicality (ie he WALKS rather than the typical useless 'hop'). His carrot-chewing "what's up doc" mentality is, I feel, more suited to the Australian way of life, albeit perhaps just as un-exciting as the aformentioned fluff ball. Kudos to you Bugs for breaking free of the cliches of your species...I hereby grant you honourary citizenship!

But as a rule, Rabbits...rubbish. I refuse to start my year this way and have taken it upon myself to ignore this rabbit business and proclaim 2011 to be the year of the tiger! Aain! On account of the fact that I wasn't really aware of last year's status as thus, so I need another go at using it as inspiration to pounce into my year with a roar...wait do tigers roar? No that's lions...anyway...the year of some sort of big cat anyway! It pumps me up with the promise of strength and determination like no little rodent could ever manage, and I feel this is more important that remaining accurate to the Chinese calender. I'll be bold and stripy, not grey and fluffy...I'll prowl, not hop...and I'll bear my nice pointy teeth rather than dumbly displaying my two front fence pailings! Sounds so inspiring I might just go save the world...

Go get 'em tiger!...(slash big cat that roars or something similar)

Don't forget your raincoat xx



This represents my year ahead?! I don't think so...epic fail bunny man...