I'm not really supposed to be updating my blog on account of I'm like two weeks behind in my work, but I need to vent and I'll prolly act out in a counterproductive way if I don't.
So, I got a package in the mail from my eldest sister today, a birthday present. Twelve copies of a craptastic little pamphlet by L. Ron Hubbard. Not one, twelve.
GRRRRR!
I want to send them back to her and tell her what I really think about her little cult, but I'm trying to restrain myself. See, a few weeks ago I included her on a mass email, and she responded with a "reply all" to my list of friends with some Scientology proselytizing. WTF??? [Wait! Why does my stupid Firefox or SG spellcheck have "Scientology" in its database and not "WTF" or even "spellcheck?" Insidious mother fuckers.]
Yeah, so I wrote her back and told her not to proselytize to my friends, and probably for the first time in years, I let on about my real opinion on her beliefs. For those of you not familiar with how to deal with cult members--what I did is not a good idea.
I've been wondering, since, if she has ratted me out yet. She must have at least told her husband that I'm a "suppressive person," and he works for the "church." Pretty soon the church will ask her to sever her ties with the only family member who still maintains ties with her. Or the "church" will excommunicate her and she'll see what a sham her whole life was and she'll kill herself.
Ok, I'm exaggerating, but stuff like that happens. [And why the fuck is "ok" not in the god damned spellcheck database but fucking SCIENTOLOGY is? I FEEL LIKE PUNCHING SOMEBODY JUST BECAUSE OF THAT!!! I mean, I remember reading in The Beach that "Coca Cola" is the second-most-widely understood word in THE WORLD, after "OK."]
In any case, I want to call my sister and tell her that I'm chucking these stupid pamphlets she sent me because I think they're dangerous for vulnerable people, and that along with the copy of Diuretics that she gave me, I've got A Piece of Blue Sky and Bare Faced Messiah on my shelf, that I've read all three and thought it through and decided which side I'm on.
Of course, that's a lie. All three are on my shelf, but I haven't read a one.
I should get to work. But damn I'm pissed. I just want my sister back...it's been, what, eleven years? Help me Steve Hassan!
[Edit] I agree that we all have our "fictions" that help us get through the day. That's one reason why I've never tried to intervene in my sister's practices. I am a post-modern fellow who does not believe in the existence of an "objective reality," so if we are all just floundering about, choosing one equally invalid belief system over another, who am I to judge? (Of course, there are world views which liberate us and others that enslave us, but I hesitate to judge.)
So, I got a package in the mail from my eldest sister today, a birthday present. Twelve copies of a craptastic little pamphlet by L. Ron Hubbard. Not one, twelve.
GRRRRR!
I want to send them back to her and tell her what I really think about her little cult, but I'm trying to restrain myself. See, a few weeks ago I included her on a mass email, and she responded with a "reply all" to my list of friends with some Scientology proselytizing. WTF??? [Wait! Why does my stupid Firefox or SG spellcheck have "Scientology" in its database and not "WTF" or even "spellcheck?" Insidious mother fuckers.]
Yeah, so I wrote her back and told her not to proselytize to my friends, and probably for the first time in years, I let on about my real opinion on her beliefs. For those of you not familiar with how to deal with cult members--what I did is not a good idea.
I've been wondering, since, if she has ratted me out yet. She must have at least told her husband that I'm a "suppressive person," and he works for the "church." Pretty soon the church will ask her to sever her ties with the only family member who still maintains ties with her. Or the "church" will excommunicate her and she'll see what a sham her whole life was and she'll kill herself.
Ok, I'm exaggerating, but stuff like that happens. [And why the fuck is "ok" not in the god damned spellcheck database but fucking SCIENTOLOGY is? I FEEL LIKE PUNCHING SOMEBODY JUST BECAUSE OF THAT!!! I mean, I remember reading in The Beach that "Coca Cola" is the second-most-widely understood word in THE WORLD, after "OK."]
In any case, I want to call my sister and tell her that I'm chucking these stupid pamphlets she sent me because I think they're dangerous for vulnerable people, and that along with the copy of Diuretics that she gave me, I've got A Piece of Blue Sky and Bare Faced Messiah on my shelf, that I've read all three and thought it through and decided which side I'm on.
Of course, that's a lie. All three are on my shelf, but I haven't read a one.
I should get to work. But damn I'm pissed. I just want my sister back...it's been, what, eleven years? Help me Steve Hassan!
[Edit] I agree that we all have our "fictions" that help us get through the day. That's one reason why I've never tried to intervene in my sister's practices. I am a post-modern fellow who does not believe in the existence of an "objective reality," so if we are all just floundering about, choosing one equally invalid belief system over another, who am I to judge? (Of course, there are world views which liberate us and others that enslave us, but I hesitate to judge.)
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jaime:
look at the comments on sets of the chix on here that have big titties, even if it's because they are heavy (not knocking the thick chix, though), and then look at the comments on sets of chix who are bright as hell but have average size boobs. It's in the numbers!!!!
abracadabra:
Sure , I'll be your friend even though you don't have big boobs 
..I once dated a girl who was "getting clear" in the scientology cult..I explained to her that it's a money making scam and it took me a week of threatening to burn down the local office until they finally stopped calling her...
..I once dated a girl who was "getting clear" in the scientology cult..I explained to her that it's a money making scam and it took me a week of threatening to burn down the local office until they finally stopped calling her...