Mitt Romney, in his neverending quest to pander his way into office, figured a few good swipes at the French never go awry, especially at bastions of the right like Regent University.

Oh, HAR. Welcome, America, to the wit and wisdom of Mitt Romny that we Massachusettians have been appreciating lo these several years.

Though, he was much quieter with Teh Crazy until he got out of here.

she just thinks I have no magic in my heart.

Well, she's not alone in that. Tell her about your spleen.

One of my krav friends said a few months ago that they were going to lend me The Secret, but it seems he's forgotten. Now, he's currently experiencing more professional success than at any time since I've known him, but I'm not willing to infer anything from that.

There's a hot guy in the Left Behind movies, which is how I know about them. Played a pilot, or somesuch. I remembered wondering at the time if he was one of the flock, or just cashing a paycheque.

the universe will read that as "I want to be sick" and you'll never be well again

The universe is stupid, huh? Really got no ability to pay attention and stay on message. Some example it's setting.

it's some Orson Scott Card novel that is apparently - get this - a retelling of the Book of Mormon set in space

Yeah, the first book of this was the last OSC I read. I don't actually know the story of the Book of Mormon, despite having had a copy for many years (the Mormon guy was hot, so leave me alone). Space didn't make it interesting, though. The Alvin Maker (Maker, right? I've got Speaker on the brain) stories were at least interesting, but then they stopped going anywhere fast enough for me.

Except for how it's not France, it's some Orson Scott Card novel that is apparently - get this - a retelling of the Book of Mormon set in space.

BWAHAHAHAHA!!!!

(the Mormon guy was hot, so leave me alone).

Mormons are hot. I mean, it's just anecdotal from my good friend and his hot brothers and the hot one who came to my door one day (his partner was a TROLL (an exception), or I might have let him in)

I just went to slate.com, and the lead story was about The Secret: [link]

That would make sense, because I think Day to Day has contributions by Slate.

Except for how it's not France, it's some Orson Scott Card novel that is apparently - get this - a retelling of the Book of Mormon set in space.

Oh, that's so awesome.

Hey, I saw some Mormon missionaries in my neighborhood the other day for the first time, and there were THREE of them. I thought they always travelled in pairs?? The Elders who come to your door tend to be hotter than average, because they tend to be corn-fed 20 year olds. As far as I can tell.

I can't deal with The Secret. Although I'm with Beej in wishing just once I could be the one to slap a great marketing campaign on an obvious and/or stupid concept, and make shitloads of money off it.

I just went to slate.com, and the lead story was about The Secret: [link]

Oh, that's where I first heard about it. I read half of that article and got too annoyed/depressed to finish it.

eta:

There's no secret to The Secret. The book and movie simply state that your thoughts control the universe. Through this "law of attraction" you "manifest" your desires. "It is exactly like placing an order from a catalogue. … You must know that what you want is yours the moment you ask." "See yourself living in abundance and you will attract it. It works every time, with every person." The appeal is obvious. Forget education, effort, performance. Everything you want—money, power, comfortable shoes—is yours simply by wanting it enough.

If nothing else, the claim, "It works every time, with every person" should arouse suspicion....

My Mormon didn't come to my door--he came to my seat. When the hot guy you noticed outside the gate comes to the empty seat beside you on the plane because your behaviour intrigued him, he gets to talk a fair bit. He was very soft-sell on the religion, perhaps because I hauled out what I knew about it from OSC and that BYU alum that had just joined the NBA. Still, I left him with my address and an inscribed copy of the Book showed up a few weeks later.

He was really hot. I mean, my first reaction to him revealing he was Mormon was "Oh good! Then the chick with you won't be an obstacle." Which is perhaps impolite and beside the point.

Okay, back to database reconciliation for me.

What bothered me most in the argument with my neighbor was that she was trying to hammer successes in MY life into that concept.

Which was crazy making.

What bothers me most is thinking about the email I just got from a relative with cancer who's all upbeat about the fact that he might be able to eat real food again soon, and the fact that The Secret people would say he drew the cancer to him with negative thinking. Argh.