Sometimes, you catch a break.
Tonight, in the last two minutes of VH1’s “reality” show, “I Love New York 2,” the show’s titular queen announced that she was eliminating two of her suitors, and bringing one back.
She called for the returning housemate with all her usual eloquence, by simply calling, “Yo, Buddha!”
And in walked “Buddha.” (Real name: Ezra.)
So what? Who cares, right? Well, sure. There’s no good reason to care. But there’s a fun reason to care, and that reason is for all the truly weird one-liners that happen when you have someone named “Buddha” on a show like “I Love New York.”
The show’s resident snitch, known as “Tailor-Made,” delivered a couple such quotations in the show’s closing moments. Such as:
“Basically, Buddha did everything he could to defame my character.”
…and, said while actually wearing a t-shirt with a gold Buddha (the real kind) on it:
“The thought of Buddha being on a date with New York just makes me sick.”
Ah, cognitive dissonance. It’s a wonderful thing.
So welcome back, Buddha!
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The Horse has talked a few times about how often pot-culture makes reference to “Buddha” as a name for pot itself. Recently a MySpace “friend” posted this ad on the Horse’s MySpace page
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It’s an ad for “Big Buddha Bud.” The copy recounts a very true-to-life conversation between dear friends. Ahem:
My buddy Mark stopped hanging out with me because he has to do a piss test every week. Just last week, though, I see him sparking up. I’m like “Dude are you smoking bud again???” and he is all “Yeah! I bought ONE POUND of legal bud at [website] and I don’t need to worry, this shit doesn’t come up in piss tests and it’s some potent shit!”
Then, our unnamed narrator replies to his good friend Mark, “One pound??? Holy fuck dude you can sell this shit!!!” After seeing how good this bud was I decided to go to [website] myself and bought 8 ounces of Big Buddha Bud. I figured I might as well smoke this and be a local retailer in the neighborhood too.”
Um, what’s that advice that the Buddha gave about picking your friends? Oh yeah: choose ones who will be good Dharma-friends, who will help you uphold what you’re trying to do in your practice. He even said that a poor choice of friend might be “a ready companion to frequent the streets at ungodly hours.” And that’s not even talking about the use of intoxicants!
Not that so many of us are perfect, but old Mark and our unnamed narrator ain’t even tryin’.
As for the MySpace friend who posted this, thanks. Unfortunately, I don’t think it was sent as a Dharma-Burger submission. It was actually one of several junk postings that she had posted in a row.
So I hope she doesn’t mind that she’s since been …ahem… DE-friended.
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