Musings

Hello, fellow citizens! I am Bunny. I was formerly a comic book store clerk by a day and a model by...day. I'm not working at the store anymore and I am currently looking for some employment. I work a mean cash register and I am really flexible on the modeling thing. I'll do just about anything but nudes. Inquire within!

Well, loves, who managed to get themselves slaughtered? Is our beloved city going to be down a Bat or something Inky or a Clown? Or, and might I suggest this for the encore, something small and harmless? Hmmmm? I do love casualties.

Alright. Like any other resourceful businessman of a certain age (who had two older sisters to instill great fear of the faux pas upon him), I feel fairly capable of dressing myself appropriately for a variety of occasions. I usually look forward to the process, actually. Until tonight. This time there are simply too many choices, and I've been hit with staggering indecision. This is a last-minute fashion emergency, Seattle.

( Gucci or Alexander McQueen? )

Your assistance in my greatest time of need will not go unnoticed, Heroes.

B. Mercer

Art student vigilantes, huh?

Exposes on vigilante-loving ladies aside (seriously, what was that?), I have to say this has been a pretty fantastic long weekend. I don't think I've paid for one drink. This so makes up for getting gypped out of July 4th. No more work-off holidays on Sundays, okay, 2010?