I’m sure Scientology is not too happy with this. With all the anti-Scientology stuff going on, and how it’s becoming more and more prevalent, I wonder how long it’ll be before people start to open their eyes and see that it’s a money-making organization based on science fiction and start leaving en masse.
Or not. Some people have a need to belong, and Scientology fills that need for them.
— Germany considers banning brother-sister sexual intercourse. Germany’s top constitutional court has ruled that siblings who engage in sexual intercourse can be prosecuted. Motivated by a case involving a man who has four children by his younger sister, lawmakers have cited the need to protect the family order and the weaker partner in such relationships.
Really? I’m surprised that A) This isn’t illegal already, and B) There’s a need for such a law.
It’s okay to love your sibling. It’s not okay to loooooove your sibling. M’kay?
JOYOUS DAY! I met the new neighbor, and he’s a really nice guy! He’s single (newly divorced) with no kids and appears to be very close to my age. He’s a Realtor who also owns a retail business, and he’s buying the house to live in (not to rent out). No dogs, no kids, etc. He says he’s not the partying type, so we won’t have to worry about that, too.
He told me today that closing is taking forever, though. Let’s hope there are no snags and he is able to move in as he has planned. Considering some of the other people/families I saw looking at the house, I REALLY REALLY hope his closing goes through without a hitch!!!
“Perhaps you’re afraid to die because you have a life worth living.” A quote from the movie “The Last King of Scotland.”
I remember one of the last conversations with my dad. As we were waiting at a red light to turn into his subdivision, he just stated out of the blue, “It’s not that I fear dieing. That part doesn’t bother me. What bothers me is missing all of ‘this’ ” as he pointed towards the trees, the street, the houses.
Existence. Being.
I thought of that conversation a lot after he died. Whenever someone else dies, I think of it, too, and it was one of the first things I thought about when I heard the news yesterday that Heath Ledger died. I’ve discussed at length here on Burnerblog how the deaths of certain celebrities touch me more than others. Heath Ledger was someone our entire family liked to see on screen. My wife and daughter thought he was dreamy, while my son and I just thought he was a good actor with good looks. Back to the point; his life must have been one of some quite interesting experiences. Now, they’re all gone for him.
At this early stage, speculating on a cause of death or the circumstances leading up to his demise are nothing more than conjecture, so I won’t even begin to make any statements regarding his state of mind, health (mental or otherwise), etc. I’m sure we’ll know as much as we can in the coming weeks. Besides, I didn’t know him personally, and anything I would write would be purely third or fourth or even fifth-hand speculation, and that’s pretty weak.
I will say this, though. I lost one of my cousins to a drug overdose. To this day, it’s not known whether it was intentional or not, but I think most of us believe it was. She lived a terribly painful life, having slipped into a world of addiction she couldn’t extract herself from, regardless of how hard she tried. She became a cliche of the worst kind, and the harder she tried to fight it, the more she found herself failing at it which would further push her deeper. It was a never-ending spiral that lead to her death.
The point is that while death can be difficult to deal with for us humans (being self-aware has it’s drawbacks), there is solace in knowing that the pain is over. The one redeeming quality of death is the lack of pain. Whatever the circumstances around Heath Ledger’s death turn out to be, the bottom line is he’s feeling no pain now, unlike the rest of us who will miss him, his talent, and his smile.
Wow… I can’t believe Heath Ledger died less than an hour ago.
Just wow. This was completely shocking and unexpected.
WARSAW (Reuters) - A Polish man got the shock of his life when he visited a brothel and spotted his wife among the establishment’s employees. Polish tabloid Super Express said the woman had been making some extra money on the side while telling her husband she worked at a store in a nearby town.
“I was dumfounded. I thought I was dreaming,” the husband told the newspaper Wednesday.
The couple, married for 14 years, are now divorcing, the newspaper reported.
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So, it’s okay for the guy to be visiting brothels, but to find his wife there is reason to end the marriage? Yeah, so she has probably had more than a few customers while she worked there while he was only going there for some strange on one occasion that we know of, but still: what he was doing is not much worse than what she was doing there.
Then again, maybe she was leaving his ass for being there. Who knows.
I’ve been remiss in keeping this place up-to-date over the past six days because of the flurry of activity that had befallen our household. To sum things up:
So, that’s where we are. It’s afternoon, and I have to get going so that I can maintain the pace of the day. I will try to update more tonight if I get a chance. I love the broadband I get using my phone! PDANet rocks!!!
It’s not often that I hear anything about my former hometown in Illinois. As a matter of fact, in the 25 years since I lived there, I haven’t seen a single news story coming out of Bolingbrook to hit national news until today. It seems that one of Bolingbrook’s finest is not a suspect, but under suspicion by family and the community for being involved in the disappearance of his wife. The pond the police department is searching today is the very same pond I grew up rafting on as a kid.
At the age of around 12 and until I left Bolingbrook with my family when I was 15, I was the Admiral of the “Bolingbrook Coast Guard,” or the BBCG. I had three “cutters,” the Wind Bird, and two others named simply BBCG-2 and BBCG-3. These “cutters” were 2 and 3 man rafts manned by me and my friends Al and Jason. The three of us would head out and try to do some good on the ponds such as picking up garbage or debris, and making sure the wildlife was being left alone by other kids with BB guns. We even had a gunfight involving BB guns as some kids were shooting at the Canadian Geese that were nesting there. We watched them shoot at the birds, and we warned them not to do so. They continued, so we opened fire. From our boats. We were probably involved in the first and only naval gunfire battle in Bolingbrook’s history. We were victorious as the kids ran away after being hit by our gunfire. Score one for the good guys.
I typically sailed the pond in the Wind Bird with a make-shift sailing rig my father made for me. I actually had a sail on my raft, and would sail up and down the length of the pond. I also had a foam “barge” behind my boat on which I kept some supplies to include a cooler with sandwiches and sodas. I spent many a long day out there on the water, and I loved every moment of it.
To think that this young lady may be in that pond is sad. I sure hope she turns up like her husband says; he says that he believes she ran off with another man due to the pressures of being a young mom to four kids. That his last wife ended up drowned in a bathtub should raise some eyebrows. As many cops will tell you, cops are really good at knowing how to “get rid of” people. We know how to do things to keep from being identified and even suspected. I wouldn’t be surprised to hear that the husband were somehow involved even though I sincerely hope he was not. For her sake, of course.
Yesterday afternoon, I heard many sirens followed by a few helicopters that hovered at around 300-500 feet over my house for a few hours. Yes, I said hours. The good news is that I love aircraft, so to me, it was an opportunity to watch another helicopter hovering closer to me than usual. I miss living on the Marine Corps Air Stations where I was stationed, one of them being a helicopter base (MCAS Tustin). Hearing the helicopter hovering outside was as friendly and normal a sound as birds chirping in a park for others.
What took a little while to find out was that they were there covering a story of a man who had barricaded himself in his home and who had fired on a Constable who had been serving the man with eviction papers. The guy apparently was a chemist who had drug and money problems and was recently divorced. He had prepared for his standoff for about a week, boarding up windows, screwing doors inside the house closed, and he had a cache of weapons and chemicals inside, to include explosives. He withstood a few shots of tear gas as he was wearing what we in the Marines called an NBC suit and a gas mask. Through the night, he set fires inside his house and also threw out Molotov cocktails at the police, even firing on them a few times. Early this morning, he killed himself, ending the standoff.
The neighbor next door to us foreclosed on his house and had to leave. Fortunately, he left voluntarily, and without a fight. He even came over to apologize to me for being a “bad neighbor,” and he said that he’d “be our of [your] hair soon.” The sad part was that I didn’t particularly consider him a bad neighbor. A bit reclusive, perhaps, but he was never a bad neighbor to me, per se. Now, if you ask the people who lived on the other side of him, they’d disagree, but I never had any problems with him or his family.
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