I have often toyed with having my very own moment of Zen feature on this site but always got hung up with the need to make it my very own patentable variation of angry Zen.
Bollocks to that. I prefer funny to angry although I do believe strongly in angry Zen. So, I’ll throw up some things to contemplate from time to time: some funny, some angry. You decide.
Here’s today’s installment:
No longer need mankind open the door to get ice. The ice comes to you. . . And here is a switch for the light, in case you wake in the middle of the night with a desire for clean, fresh ice, which you will probably dump in your pants because you are sleepwalking.
Now, if that’s not something to meditate on, I don’t know what is.