Defenestrating Thoughts from the Bivouac

Sometimes I wish that there would be a tape recorder running when Crissy and I talk. We always end up cracking each other up and later can never remember what the joke was.

The other day, I was almost hit by another stupid Seattle driver and I swore rather profusely (years of playing hockey make me excellent at this). For some reason Crissy dislikes it when I swear, so in addition to giving me a very disapproving look, she asked me,

“Why don’t you use the Hindu gods’ names in vain instead? Wait, what’s Ganesha’s last name anyway?”

“Um, Ganesha doesn’t have a last name. He’s like Cher.”

<pause>

“Does he believe in life after love?” (referring, of course, to the very popular Cher song)

This of course devolved into us trying to decide the funniest Cher song that Ganesha could sing.

The whole “using God’s name in vain” thing is a little weird to Hindus. Our Gods love it when you say their name. In fact, our gods even have lots of names; the more names you use, the happier they are.

But I suppose if you said, “Parvarti! That soup is hot! I burned my mouth!”, even the easy-going Hindu gods wouldn’t be that happy. :-)