Finally…The Buddha…has come back…to his blog.

So much has happened and I have this long list of things I’ve wanted to put here. I’ll start, however, anti-choronologically with a conversation my girlfriend and I recently had through the bathroom door.

Buddha: (on the toilet, reading)

Most-Honoured Girlfriend: (disdainful tone) Well, then.

B: (shouting a bit) Eh? What did I do?

MHG: Can I show you something?

B: Um.

(Bathroom door opens. Strangely this is only mildly embarrassing.)

MHG: You know how I said those pitchers were dishwasher safe? Well. Have a look. (One pitcher appears completely unscathed. Its identical twin, however, is now an avant garde piece on the transparency of sculpture and its sometime inability to capture anything of significance other than the sculptor’s skill, the irony of the work apparent in its very existence. Not a pitcher, though.)

B: Huh.*

MHG: I think that our dishwasher does not operate like a regular dishwasher, but instead runs entirely on entropy. The dishwasher uses entropic principles to break apart the dirt and food particles, but sometimes runs entirely amok. Exhibit A, the regular pitcher, now clean. Exhibit B, this thing. What do you think?

B: I think I know my next blog entry. Could you close the door now please?

As Mil might say, how can anyone not love this woman?

*I am so very eloquent when interrupted from this the most manly of duties.