I Shoulda Known Better

I set the keyboard across my knees. "What took you so long?" the buddha asked.

"I've been busy. With stuff, and other stuff. As if you didn't know."

"Ah," he said, "Of course. Must have slipped my mind."

"Y'know, if this is the extent of your cosmic wisdom, then I'm going to bed."

"I'm only as wise as you let me be. And you were a lot wiser a couple hours ago."

"I agree. A couple hours ago, I wasn't trying to wrangle a month's mess of time and things into a fortune cookie."

"You get bitchy when you're tired."

(I think I need to change the format of the links, or just not put them on any drabbley ones, 'cause it's longer than the post itself. Maybe just LJ-Cut it in the future.)

Things that Happened Before:
Stories from the Rabbit Hole
Stories from the Rabbit Hole, Part 2
There's a Buddha on My Bed
A Discussion of Procrastination and Buddhism
Buddhablog
Haven't Seen Him in a While
The Illusion of Pain
Stuff that Binds
The Joy of Scrubdom
More About Failure
Book Reviews with a Buddha
Who's Afraid of a Little Enlightenment?
Special Guest Star Daily Drabble

An odd dream

I had a dream about a Pink Floyd concert. With Jim Carrey guest singing. While they displayed a big video of like, rabbits and stuff, with the words underneath. They weren't the original words, but I don't remember what they were. Kinda wish I did. Jim Carrey was singing a pretty high falsetto, too.

Gotta love the Onion.

Bush To Appoint Someone To Be In Charge of Country.

The sad thing is, no matter how ridiculous the Onion gets, reality passes them in the next week.