I just came off two days of sitting in with a group of VIPs in the office. Much of Monday, I could sit out. Tuesday afternoon - about three hours (!) of "discussion" that kept repeating points that had been gone over ... and over ... and over. SO glad it's over, although there's going to be significant mop-up to be done.

I sent a complaint to my manager. She said a lot of people had complained, and the higher-ups were going to address it. I doubt I'll hear the outcome, but I don't think it'll happen again.

Under the guise of employee development/quality of life, exactly, Connie.

I asked her if I could give a presentation on Tarot cards. She said, only if I can give one on chiropracty curing cancer. Heh.

Under the guise of employee development/quality of life, exactly, Connie.

It's disturbing how well I can think like corporate consultant/double speakers. I was told I'd do well in advertising and PR, because I can do an excellent line in persuasive bullshit. I decided I'd rather keep my soul.

It was either C.S. Lewis or G.K. Chesterton who commented that the problem with people who didn't believe in ... something? God? ... wasn't that they didn't believe in nothing but that they'd believe in anything. Case in point.

Unfortunately, I've seen many really devout people be the most easily persuaded by woo-woo. Because it's "natural", ie, God made it, so it must be better than that mysterious stuff mere man cobbled together.

Hubs has really gotten into the homeopathic/woo-woo, to the extent of wanting to use it to treat Coco's cancer. I'm willing to let him, as a SUPPLEMENT to mainstream medical treatment.

The tumor is shrinking. Hubs wants to take full credit. I'm not going to argue as long as we continue mainstream medical treatment.

I'm sure you know this, but with homeopathy you do have to be careful of drug interactions, and you can't always trust the labels. "Real" homeopathy works by magic and ought to be harmless because it contains no active ingredients. But because the companies who sell this crap know their magic sugar pills don't work (mostly because they are the same companies selling real medicine under other brands), they frequently cheat and include clinically significant amounts of whatever bullshit active ingredient isn't supposed to actually be in there. So, you know, best case scenario it's sugar pills that make you feel better by placebo, but worst case is pretty dangerous.

Just got into a discussion about the First Amendment that helps me understand why moms of preschoolers get so fed up."Ok," this guy says, like he's got a real toughie for me, "What if, as a statement, a businessman didn't put a ramp on his business...would that be okay with you?" I can almost see him expecting me to be all flummoxed, but the truth is the *statement* bit would be the only novel thing about that. The only thing different between this and talking to a little kid is that nobody said "Because why?"

I go to see a new therapist tomorrow. I don't wanna. My sad lazy cocoon protects me!

My sad lazy cocoon protects me!

Misread this as "sad lazy raccoon" and wondered for a second if you weren't speaking metaphorically!