What to Blog

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What to blog . . . what to blog . . . there must be something to write about. Well, here's a picture. It depicts the Church of Scientology headquarters here in Kansas City (Everythin's up-to-date in Kansas City) which I found somewhat dismaying when I ran across it last week. I had a brief exposure to Scientology years back in the form of being approached more than once by a young lady who wanted me to buy that Dianetics book.  This is the book that outlines the scientific method used to "clear" somebody. I say "scientific" because it involved using tin cans connected with strings, or something--can't remember--and something called "e-rays," which is pretty darn sciency, fer sher. The girl's name was Mary.  She was pretty, somewhere in age between high school and legal drinking age, and, I feel, was a very lost soul. When I asked about her circumstance, she said she was working for the Scientology group in order to be able to buy the treatment proposed by L. Ron Hubbard to become a "Clear."  I guess they charge money for that. Hmmm . . .  Anyway, she wasn't finished and was only a "pre-Clear."  As one journalist explained it, this is when you're only part-way through the program and your mind was still clouded by the occasional thought. Fast forward to witnessing Tom Cruise explaining Scientology to some TV host and laughing maniacally in a fit of Charlie-Sheen-like narcissistic fervor. Anyway, no. 

The only other thing of interest might be this photo taken quite accidentally of someone in the building across the street from me trying to smoke a cigarette in their apartment without setting off the smoke alarm. I was taking a picture of the building in general, saw this open window while processing the picture in photoshop, and zoomed in on it. So, no, I'm not actually a stalker. Not intentionally, anyway. 

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