So that picture of Sean Maher? First time he's ever looked sexy to me.
Oh, and you know that date last night? It involved dressing up in a pretty dress (ref. conversation with ita last week about same), a delicious meal, a bottle of wine, and Serenity (ref. FINALLY!). It was a very good night.
IIRC, there have been multiple cases before the SCOTUS concerning whether the state can compel parents to give their children medical treatment that goes against their religious beliefs. Specifically, there was a case where Christian Science parents were charged with neglect because they refused to take their child to a doctor, and the child subsequently died.
I'm thinking this case happened in Boston (unless we just got a lot of coverage because the Mother Church is here) in the 80s or 90s. The child had strep or something similar. I can't remember the outcome.
Joe and I are having a 2 day date night in Michigan this weekend. My mom and his are taking care of Em. YAY!
BON is female. BOB is male. If you have a cold, it could be easy to confuse them.
I mean, only if you read the whole board out loud to yourself.
Scientology can have all the wacky backstory and principles it likes; lots of religions have teh wacky somewhere all up in their business.
I just don't think I could live down the idea that the basis for my emotional/spiritual/whateveral well-being was the idea of a second-rate SF novelist.
Dianetics
is not exactly Sermon on the Mount material, you know? Even a first-rate novelist -- he's a novelist. I like my religions with a bit of personal charisma, and also not headed by somebody whose job it is to
make stuff up.
I will say this for Scientologists -- they learned from the Millerites not to predict specific doom; they learned from the Shakers that if you're not in the thick of cultural exchange you might die out; and they learned from the Mormons (and for that matter the early Christians) that sometimes being oppressed is the best thing that ever happened to a religion. If I were mean, I would say that the Scientologists also learned from the crap pop-psych market how to couch doctrine in psychologically-attractive terms, but I am not mean.
Much.
I'm looking forward to a weekend away from the kidlets, but I think that will wait until Isaac is weaned. So, um, yeah, another 6 to 8 months or so. Hey, that's next summer isn't it?
Something like that.
Wow. I just looked at the calendar and Em turns 1 year 7 weeks from Wednesday.
I am boggling.
Just came back from the
Wallace & Gromit
movie, which made me smile until my face hurt. I was also entertained by a Small Child on the way out who was happily saying "Cheese, Gromit!" every once in a while.
See, that picture of Maher inclines me to give him his sippy cup of juice and blanky and go take your nap already. I have too strong associations of thumbsucking with childhood for it to be remotely a ...hithery thing. My little quirk.
Glad the date night went well, Burrell.
The blue sudafed I took is either going to make me feel better, or much much worse.
Wallace & Gromit is next on the list for me. We want to take Franny, but figure we'll warm her up with "The Wrong Trousers" and "A Grand Day Out."