Prologue: Concerning Jackalopes
Only now do we know the true scope of their abilities...
The origin of the jackalope is a matter of speculation. Some say they are the result of trysts between antelopes and jackrabbits. Others say they are an ancient species, though elusive to the fossil record.
They grew up alongside us, working in the background in the foundation of our civilizations, disguised as us.
Spanning all cultures throughout history
Each of them part of the shadowy jackalope network, observing us for purposes unknown
Watching our culture develop
Ingrained in the power structures of empires
Sleuthing...
Romancing...
Partaking of our trends
Reveling in our parties...
Indulging in our pasttimes
Veiled behind the origins of our mythologies
Lurking sometimes in the genesis of darkest literature
And our classic songs
Seeking adventure
Serving in just causes
Inciting revolutions
But never forgetting to be well-read
I suspect the have a rather saturated geographic distribution.
I am eternally surprised at the lengths to which they will go to fit into different cultures.
Wanderlust seems to be a prime jackalope characteristic.
As is the tendency to confront fearsome creatures
Of course, they do like recreation
The jackalope that travels with me calls himself Ace, and is a connoisseur of the American road trip. We've traveled Route 66 together from Chicago
To Los Angeles
From the beaches of South Carolina...
To the tiki and googie strewn reaches of the Northwest
From Canada
to the Sea of Cortez
And a few other places besides
Along the way, we've met a few people you might recognize.
Garrison Keillor who, upon seeing Ace said "Whatever the joke is, I'm in on it."
Kathleen Sebelius
Alice Cooper painted Ace's eye makeup while saying "this will only hurt for a minute - then you'll be immortal."
Tim Curry
Ace meets the nation with Bob Schieffer.
We've even run into a few presidential types here and there, though that's usually a work thing and Ace isn't all that interested in coming along.
Bill Clinton
George Bush visits Greensburg, Kansas.
Barack Obama campaigns in Kansas City.
But the most interesting people we meet are all of you. Come with us; you never know where you'll end up.
posted by Ace Jackalope at 9:21 PM
3 Comments:
I live outside of Topeka and let me tell you, that lope by the "Blue Swallow" hotel (and what an unfortunate name that is....is an imposter. Possibly a squirrel wearing the Royal Antlers.
Maybe a rabbit. Kansas is lousy with rabbits this year.
You've been at this awhile, so congrats and I've saved you to favorites.
Peace from ChewMouse.Com
Dear ChewMouse, you've hit on the Achilles heel of my presentation: my incomplete understanding of jackalope history. As to the apocryphal photos, they result from one of the following three possibilities:
1. Jackalopes are tricky buggers, and fed me false data so as to veer me away from an accurate understanding of them.
2. Not all the jackalopes shown are Ace. Some do not even know what the sleeves of human shirts are for.
3. When I started this site over two years ago, I never really thought anyone would look at it outside my immediate circle, so I simply threw some of the photos I had on hand at the time onto this page, with no thought as to continuity.
If possibility #3 is true, your notice of this is my just deserts for my nit-picking of all those Star Trek episodes...like the time the blood stain on Shatner's jacket moved in Wrath of Khan...and...
Ah...well, anyway, I think you'll see a new prologue very, very soon. Much like Tolkien's revision of Riddles in the Dark, now I know more about small creatures that may be friend or foe.
The Lope has a fascinating history. Especially those roots reaching back to ancient Greece, oh my!
Obviously, Ace was one of the great (un-named) philosophers of our civilization. You can tell by the way he wears his toga.
Moo!
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