Wednesday, December 21, 2005

The Buddha Died From Eating Bad Meat

I had toast with peach preserves for breakfast this morning.

We must be the change we seek in the world.

But no way in hell am I eating the pig. Guess I'm just not enlightened enough.

When I was a kid I had a dog named Peaches. I remember the Christmas we got her, when we woke up and ran out and there she was, a wiggly, adorable, peach-colored ball of fur.

Right now my dogs Buster and Olga are sleeping next to me while I type. I love my dogs. Here's a photo, about a year ago when Buster was still a baby:



This message brought to you by Peachy Keen! PR, a subsidiary of the U.S. Peach Growers Association of America the Beautiful, God shed his grace on thee.

P.S.--Is it wrong to watch Tony Blair on BBC World News and think longingly, "Why couldn't we have one like that, with verbal and thinking skills?" You know, a person whose intelligence shows in his face, as opposed to a person whose face shows in his face.

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2 Comments:

Blogger alan said...

jen said it. you'd have a better chance of getting your dogs to live off peaches than persuade tony blair to espouse the socialist values he was elected to implement.

9:07 AM  
Blogger yelhsacrow said...

Yeah...I didn't mean to imply he was a force for good or anything...I don't know enough about him and I will definitely take your collective word for it. This raises the question, which is better, evil genius or evil idiot? Not to imply that anyone we're discussing here is truly evil.

2:21 PM  

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