The Watchmen Trailer. That Is All.
Dear Dr. Ding
Dear Dr. Ding,
I am sad to hear of the current lack of inquiries requesting your idiosyncratic psychomological wisdomation on various and sundry issues of the mind, heart, body and soul. I could always use a bit of sarcastic wit directing me to move on, up and forward in the world as you always do.
I have been surfing the web via stumbleupon.com and run across a number of web sites that are dedicated to Scientology. Some of the information that I have found regarding the practitioners of this faith/ideology is a little scary and out there (coo coo for cocoa puffs type stuff), in my opinion.
There is one site in particular that has caught my attention. It is called Ex Scientology Kids. This is a site set up by people who were raised in families that had parents practicing scientology. Some of the stories they write are really amazing to me. Many of them identify that that they have been cut off from contact with all of the family still remaining in the faith because of their choice not to practice the faith.
Do you think this is a real religion? Do you think it is the religion that may be harming these young people or is it the people who are running the churches/organization? I know there have been abusive practices in most religious groups at some time in history because of the person in charge, how they interpret the religious texts and their greed. I know you and I have had discussions about some of the fundamentalist churches in the country that raise huge amounts of money, have gigantic congregations and rich leaders because of it.
Share, oh Dingy purveyor of all that is sarcastic and sardonic. I need to know the GirlJesus interpretation of this situation.
Yours Truely,
Sci-Fi Scared
Dr. Ding Goes To Boulder
That’s right, bitches. Dr. Ding is in Boulder, CO at an energy psychology conference. And I’m learning stuff completely unrelated to my more usual tropes of glitter, drag queen spirituality, sarcastic responses to reader mail and/or taking pot shots at Dr. Phil.
The stuff I’m learning here has more to do with subtle energy fields and the Holy Silver Go-Go Boots of GirlJesus™, plus all kinds of mystical psychotherapeutic shit that only a True Psychology Ninja can master. But only while wearing gauzy M.C. Hammer pants and listening to Yanni.
Jealous much?
Thought so.
I’ll be back when I’m damn good and ready.
Nerd Girls Are Fucking Awesome
Dr. Ding sez: if’n you want to read a thought-provoking article on girl geeks and the potential corporatizing of our identities by the so-called “culture” at large, then you really need to check this post by @slackmistress out.
Also: although it’s against company policy* to apologize on this blog, I’d like to take this opportunity to apologize for splitting my infinitives and putting verbs in weird places. Eight years of studying German will do that to a gal, and I only just now realized I’ve been doing it. Sorry.
Resuming normal snarky/smug operations.
*Dr. Ding takes deeply personal offense at bloggers who continually apologize for everything from not posting often enough to their lack of font savvy. Sac/k up, people. Every once in awhile, say, if you’ve suddenly developed a severe drinking problem and have posted a spate of pictures of your ass in all its assy glory on your needlework blog, it’s perfeckly fine to apologize. But (HAH! Didn’t see that one coming, did you?)… it’s recommended that you just ignore your normal human shortcomings and failings in Blogoramaville. At some point, someone is sure to point them out to you, and who are you to take that simple, singular joy away from them? No one, that’s who.
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Schwitzy Times
Today, as it turns out, Dr. Ding is not starting her new job.
Today, as it turns out, Dr. Ding is sweating balls instead.
Last night the air-conditioning conked out. Luckily the fans work and the icemaker works, so I’m coping. Sorta. Decided to get a blog post in before everything gets all gummy and sticky and I totally lose my shit and run out into the street nekkid, howling and Jerry Springer-like, arms all a-flail.
I don’t know if I’ve ever mentioned this directly, but I am decidedly NOT a hot weather person. And sadly, it’s not even technically “hot” here in H-town yet. We’re about 30 minutes away from Total Ding Hull Integrity Failure here people. The repair dude just called and said he’d be here “soon” whatever the fuck that means.
Help me, GirlJesus™! Save me Tom Cruise! Use your witchcraft to get this fire offa me!
Misc.
A few things:
1) I can’t believe I’m getting paid by UGO to write sexy times articles for them. WOW.
2) I just joined Facebook today and made peace with the girl who occasionally tried to bully me in the 7th grade when we had adjacent lockers. Who knew Facebook was teh peacemaker? The funny thing: she wasn’t a very good bully actually. Mad props to her for apologizing anyway.
3) I start my new job tomorrow. Pretty much the same as my old job, but without the crazy business decisions and questionable ethics.
4) I’ve been asked recently about the Dingian approach to Getting Things Done (GTD), and it is pretty much this, divided into Boring and Non-Boring:
Boring:
Keep a calendar on gCal that pings my Crackberry.
Almost always answer emails and phonecalls ASAP.
Have a propensity to turn my phone off on weekends/evenings, permiting me to focus and relax better.
Write stuff down on this thing called paper and make prioritized lists once a week.
Non-Boring:
Writing longhand slows me down and helps me think more clearly.
Unplug 100% at regular intervals, sometimes all day, to switch up brain hemispheres.
Read books, daydream, nap, and focus on being in-the-moment.
Stare out the window and space out. Drink tea. Stretch. Play with dog.
Reminisce fondly.
Know that there’s nowhere to be and nothing to do, really.
A little liquor drink cuts the phlegm sometimes.
Also, glitter.
5) I should probably do the decent thing and explain the method behind the Dingian Way, but meh. Well, meh, plus I’m positive you’re all clever enough to figure it out.
6) My mother thinks this blog is: “Raunchy!”