Okay, maybe I should worry. Since, increasingly, this sort of thing begins to seem only right to me, really.
I mean, hey, if people are gonna make it that easy…
But I wonder if it’s a slippery slope. As in: today I’m bilking the marketing drone for $600 for a few short strands of copper, tomorrow I’m starting a ridiculous pyramid scheme/cult, calling myself ‘the admiral’, prancing around on a yacht, railing against psychiatry, ‘n generally making an ass of myself…
I guess I should probably resist the tempation.
But geez… six hundred bucks, huh?
I mean, hey, if people are gonna make it that easy…
But I wonder if it’s a slippery slope. As in: today I’m bilking the marketing drone for $600 for a few short strands of copper, tomorrow I’m starting a ridiculous pyramid scheme/cult, calling myself ‘the admiral’, prancing around on a yacht, railing against psychiatry, ‘n generally making an ass of myself…
I guess I should probably resist the tempation.
But geez… six hundred bucks, huh?
Okay. Yes, the title’s probably a smidge unfair. I’m sure there must be reasons to visit Barrie, Ontario. Yet strangely, I almost never have. I think I may have been there once in my life, despite having lived a few decades pretty close to it, a few decades back. It’s just one of those directions I didn’t happen to head much.
But we do now know there are a few folk, at least, there, who seem a few bricks short of a full load. So I’m not in a hurry to get there now, either.
I mean, right. A school called the CAS in on a struggling single mom… on the advice of a psychic. There’s a smart move.
This fascinates me a bit. It’s a funny thing, but I’ve often noticed how a lotta folk who profess to believe certain rather unlikely and unsubstantiated things do seem to put it all in a slightly different category than the stuff they actually have saleable evidence for. That’s to say, yeah, they may swear up and down on the one hand they believe in leprechauns and invisible sky daddies, really, and who are you to gainsay me, mister skeptic, when you can’t technically disprove my (clearly, deliberately, non-negatable ‘n nebulous) claims…
But most of those making such dubious claims of special relationships with invisible beings do still seem to know, on some level, which is BS and which is real life. They don’t usually actually, say, invest money on what the voices in their heads say. Or do much else they probably know well enough they’re likely to regret later. A telling thing, really, when you think about it…
But geez, the entertainment that ensues when they do.
A word to the wise: if you’re actually dense enough to pay a psychic money, their advice shall please be kept in a separate file from your lawyer’s advice, same place where most of the at least intermittently sane file it. Which is next to the round file on the floor next to the desk, in case you’re having trouble finding the spot.
That is all.
(Via this guy via this guy.)
But we do now know there are a few folk, at least, there, who seem a few bricks short of a full load. So I’m not in a hurry to get there now, either.
I mean, right. A school called the CAS in on a struggling single mom… on the advice of a psychic. There’s a smart move.
This fascinates me a bit. It’s a funny thing, but I’ve often noticed how a lotta folk who profess to believe certain rather unlikely and unsubstantiated things do seem to put it all in a slightly different category than the stuff they actually have saleable evidence for. That’s to say, yeah, they may swear up and down on the one hand they believe in leprechauns and invisible sky daddies, really, and who are you to gainsay me, mister skeptic, when you can’t technically disprove my (clearly, deliberately, non-negatable ‘n nebulous) claims…
But most of those making such dubious claims of special relationships with invisible beings do still seem to know, on some level, which is BS and which is real life. They don’t usually actually, say, invest money on what the voices in their heads say. Or do much else they probably know well enough they’re likely to regret later. A telling thing, really, when you think about it…
But geez, the entertainment that ensues when they do.
A word to the wise: if you’re actually dense enough to pay a psychic money, their advice shall please be kept in a separate file from your lawyer’s advice, same place where most of the at least intermittently sane file it. Which is next to the round file on the floor next to the desk, in case you’re having trouble finding the spot.
That is all.
(Via this guy via this guy.)
