Thursday, April 20, 2006

Blogger is pissing me off. I have this comment I want to leave in Franklin's blog on his Buddha post and naturally, because it is URGENTLY FUNNY, Blogger won't let me. Blogger is being fairly wanktastic. Again. I've tried to leave this thing five times. I keep doing the word verification and it keeps telling me to TYPE IT IN EXACTLY and I keep typing it in EXACTLY and then it tells me again and then I want to throw my laptop at the cat.

Okay. So. Favor. Do you read Franklin? Someone go over there and leave a comment and tell him to come here are read my comment. Thanks. I owe you one.

WHAT I DID ON MY SUMMER VACATIO... ER... MY COMMENT TO FRANKLIN:

Franklin. I am laughing. "Fruits of Meditation." Lemonade came out my nose. Ow. I blame you.

Okay. Idea time. To go with your Knitting Goddess illustration. Can't you just picture Dolores as a bodhisattva?

The Ewe In The Lotus.

Vivid mental image, non?

okay, so, that's it, that was my big comment and I thought it was funny, anyway. I'd like, so buy that if it were on a shirt. Maybe a nice avocado colored Jr. tee. Which, while I've got you here... I wanted to tell you, I'm not a huge Cafepress kind of girl because goth=likes black and Cafepress has a serious lack of black clothing. Recently, last week even, I wore color just because one of your designs was on it. I wore PINK for you, Franklin. Well, actually, salmon. That's how much I like your peektures. I like them enough to buy Cafepress.

Bodhisattva. It could be a winner.

And while I'm on the topic of Buddhism, you know, I love Tibetan Buddhism because while they have a few compassionate bodhisattvas, most of 'em, the vast majority, are the whomping kind. Dharmapalas. The "Hi I'm an incarnation of Buddha and I'm here to kick your ass until you get your head out of it." variety. They are compassionate while they whomp you with the clue by four but BY JOVE YOU WILL GET A CLUE.

It seems needful, somehow, in this day and age. No, you aren't going to go to hell for impure thoughts. Yes, you can eat bacon. But don't be a jerk. Dharmapalas know when you are sleeping.

5 comments:

Inky said...

'mkay that's funny!!

and i posted a comment to Franklin to come read your post.

suddenly i feel as though i'm passing notes in biology class.

Will Pillage For Yarn said...

Woohoo! Dharmapalas see you passing notes in biology, too.

Thanks, Inky!

Geogrrl said...

Bwahahaha! What a great description of Dharmapalas! I seriously think the Christian Right (which is neither) needs some serious Dharmapala visits.

On another note, have you seen the entries on the "Purity Ball"? I found the link on Catherine's (Bossy Little Dog) blog and it made me angry and ill at the same time. Smacks of incest, if you ask me.

http://digbysblog.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_digbysblog_archive.html#114532739472628587

http://digbysblog.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_digbysblog_archive.html#114537999061146139

http://digbysblog.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_digbysblog_archive.html#114555227564152568

http://www.dailykos.com/story/2006/4/19/152038/485

Will Pillage For Yarn said...

Zounds! The Purity Ball is horrifying. A different kind of horrifying than my initial mental image of a 'purity ball' which I was thinking, modern day chastity belt/ball gag for the bits. But still scary.

So what happens when these girls get married, their fathers are giving the new husband permission to shag their pretty princess silly? That crap just pisses me off. And people say we don't live in a patriarchy and men and women are equal? AHAHAHAHAHA.

Not until we're allowed freedom of our bodies and are no longer viewed as anyone's chattel.

You're right. Dharmapalas for everyone.

Geogrrl said...

Heh. Yeah, I had the same thoughts as to what "Purity Ball" was.

I bet chastity belts would be big sellers in that little kool-aid community.