azurelunatic | Little things.

Funny: Didgeridoo attack.

Fashion-scary: (via

moniqueleigh) CyberGown (shopshop.com) has some of the most ... stunning ... prom dresses around. Bring your sporks & bleach. (For fashion snarkers only, though the Grammar Bitch may be ... amused ... by "hand embellishments of sequences" and "marmaid styling" skirts.) (And the "I can't wear anything under this!" style. Even they can't find a way to spin up the fact that it makes her look like an anthropomorphic The Cheat.)

Sick and scary: Batshit-crazy comes in all religions. Stay away from the Water of Life Church in Plano, TX. Disturbing.

Work:
The gang-related teasing at work continues. Homie G. Super: "What's your sign? Throw it up!"
Me: "..." *self-consciously tosses a pencil in the air*
Homie G. Super: "... Bwahaha! A ... pencil. OMG." (to K-Bone) "She be rollin' with the Pencil crew of the Crips, dawg. You gonna stand for that?"
K-Bone: *eyeroll*

Today Obso1337 Super had to crack a dictionary to prove that "gay" meant "happy".

Tomorrow (okay, today, Saturday) is a 10 hour shift.

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Dude, I can't really argue. She does look like The Cheat.

And yeah, the whole Schlosser thing is sad. I live about 10 minutes away from where she lived at the time. Maybe 15. I probably get even more coverage of this than you do. She went to the same psych office I do, back when she was on her meds, anyway. I'm not saying this is someone else's fault, but I'll say the same thing I said about the Andrea Yates case: When you're that screwed up, you need someone to help make sure you take your medicine. Otherwise it just gets worse.

Or if the meds are not working, someone figuring out WTF to do to actually actively help and keep things getting saner rather than less saner.

Rather than, well, demons.

...though when I was thinking about batshit-crazy, I was actually thinking about the minister, who ... yiii. Yiiiiiii. The article paints a very disturbing picture with a very few words.

Oh. *tries not to scream or vomit*

Note to self: if you see anything labelled "sick and scary" that has to do with a church, don't click on it. You'll only end up being very badly triggered.

... eeek.

*brain breakage*

It annoys me that someone with no seminary training can go around calling himself a minister. That anyone would suggest that mental illness can be cured via religion instead of therapy/meds is beyond moronic...but I'm not entirely sure you could press charges against the preacher for reckless stupidity. (Though I think it would be great if they could.)

There's a lot to be said for religion and therapy that work together in a healthy fashion.

One probably could reasonably bring him up on charges of trying to practice medicine (de-prescribing her medicine) without any training. Or, and maybe this is more on target, there might be some cult laws that could get aimed in that direction.

As far as ministry goes, sanity says there are huge differences between that nutjob and Rev. Windwalker (

iroshi), and huge differences between

iroshi and Rev. Not-So-Nice Supervisor, and yet all of us have a similar standing in the eyes of the law. Except Ro and I are less likely to get investigated for starting a cult, and that crazy guy in Texas is more likely to get arrested for stalking than Rev. Not-So-Nice Super is to get arrested for hitting someone with a baseball bat.

... This is mostly beause Rev. Not-So-Nice Super knows how not to get caught hitting someone with a baseball bat, and the crazy guy in Texas is too crazy and if he makes the media that much, he will get caught.

I was annoyed that the didgeridoo article consistently referred to the didge as a "weapon", which in fact it is not. Or at least that's not its primary purpose.

Really, I can only think of one musical instrument that's really *intended* for use as a weapon. And the didgeridoo does not in the slightest resemble bagpipes.

Speaking of which, there was a renfest trip today.

I question the sanity of anyone who will voluntarily sit in the front row of seats for a bagpipe concert.

Ooooh, Tartanic! That's one of

cawingcrow's very favorite groups--and I've been not only in the front row of one of their concerts, but hauled up with 'em to play the...uh...flat Gaelic drum whose name I can't remember.

And I've given Adrian (their very pretty front man) a post-performance backrub that he responded to QUITE well. *eg* Ye Crow and I have...*plans*...for him this coming TexRenFest season.... ;-)

Bodhran.

It was awesome. The Mad Scientist got his sword autographed. The Mad Scientist's grandma got a snapshot of

trystan_laryssa and me next to Adrian.

Yup, that's the drum.

It was especially amusing because the Mad Scientist was in the front row, dead center, and Adrian did the "Um..." look, and discreetly held the edges of the kilt together whenever he put one foot up on something, which tells me exactly what he was wearing underneath.

(The Mad Scientist is

dustraven's son, who's about nine now.)

I take it you've never been blessed with an up-close view of Adrian dancing on top of a trash can, then? :-)

Alas, no.

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