Random shit for Friday (#triggerwarning: #therapy)

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on July 26, 2014 by Anton A. Hill

“There was that three-year-old who died. They made a movie about it… Do you think he was lying?”
–Dr. Sandy B.

Not her real name, no. I don’t feel like dealing with her googling her name and having this pop up, like what happened here.

This was my first session with Dr. B. I knew I was in trouble when I saw the fucking Buddha statue in the corner. Yes, I know. It’s a stereotype that middle-aged white women in CA who have Buddha statues in their offices believe in absolute, often completely debunked bullshit. Except in this case, and in the case of a friend of mine, it’s true.

But I gave her a chance. Figured maybe I was unfairly prejudging out of stereotypes… which I was, but I was afraid my prejudice would be unfair.

I was wrong.

Where do I even begin? How about death?

The primary reason I was there was due to deaths of loved ones like Joo Hee. I just wanted to talk to somebody about it, ya know? I expect no sugar coating. No hand holding. Just wanna talk.

I said something about how I was irritated at my mom’s fave expression “Earth Suit”–as in “She unzipped her Earth Suit” aka “She died,” with the obvious implication being that humans have (due to our evolution, our brains having developed the ability to wring from the protein never-defined, completely undetectable, memory- & personality-carrying immortal, indestructible, energy-comprising) souls. Dr. B. asked why I was irritated. I answered that there’s no evidence.

“There’s a lot of evidence.”

Ug. Like what? The opening quote.

But that wasn’t all. She then cited Dr. Ass McBullshit. At this point, I was finding it impossible to mask my contempt. Not for Dr. B. personally, but for all the lapped-up bullshit.

I pointed out that much of Dr. McBullshit’s story had been falsified or was unfalsifiable. I spoke on how people like Deepak Chopra make up bullshit about atoms having consciousness.

In her sort of call-and-response of what I was saying, she said:

“Well, Oprah– Deepak Chopra…”

Oh, for fuck’s sake. Oprah too?

We got into why all this bullshit bothers me. A fair point & one which I find difficult to answer. I pointed out that when bullshit is tolerated–as in the case of the anti-vaccination movement–people die. At least the good doctor agreed with me on that one.

Let’s spend a moment on the tolerating-bullshit thing. Why does that bother me so much? The fact is, Oprah’s endorsement of The Secret (and its twin the “law of attraction”) affects me not one whit.

Is it the Dillahunty-an desire to believe as many true things as possible & not believe as many false things as possible?

Is it that acceptance of one kind of bullshit seems to lead to acceptance of other kinda?Which can spiral into bullshit like anti-vaccination?

I kind of feel like having a very special episode of The Atheist Asshole Show with multiple people to explore this.

Off to find a new therapist.


Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , on July 23, 2014 by Anton A. Hill

My computer and the forces of nature (a power outage lasting over an hour and a half) tried to defeat us, but Franke and I prevailed! Seriously, it’s every time with my computer now. Even though it shut off during the outage, I still had to restart it to get it to work with Google.

Very annoying.

But Franke and I got going, and unlike with poor Ben Conner, I wasn’t too ranty.

Random shit for Friday (#triggerwarning: #atheist podcasts)

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , on July 19, 2014 by Anton A. Hill

So I’m a giant hypocrite. Shocker, I know. Many moons ago, I declared I wouldn’t listen to any more atheist podcasts, with only a few exceptions.

I even went so far as to delete a ton of episodes of former faves just to purge it all.

Some of it was the perpetual rehashing of the drama. Some I simply didn’t find compelling. Regardless of the motivation, I was relieved to be done.

And yet here we are.

In the last few weeks, I’ve picked up one or two here and there. The Anti-Social Justice Podcast and Post-Rapture Looting Podcast to name just two. Granted, the A-SJP does cover drama, but fuck, those accents!!

I guess it was never really a “quantity of podcasts” issue, but a “quality (for me) of podcasts” issue.

And yet I still listen to Brian and Lee–Oh!

So hey, if you’ve got something, I’ll check it out, but don’t bore me or I’m hitting “delete”!

(How’s that for arrogant presumption?)

The #AtheistAssholeShow|WITH #BENCONNER

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , on July 16, 2014 by Anton A. Hill

I’m a little frustrated at myself with this one. I had a beef (not with Conner) and I let it spill into the show. I didn’t name names, but I might as well have as I feel like it was looming there the whole time. I apologized to Conner afterwards as I feel it leaned on the rude side to have him on and direct the conversation toward my beef. In my defense, the beef had to do with critical thinking, skepticism, and (situational) ethics, so it’s not like it was completely out of place. I just wish I were more capable of letting the little shit slide.

Thanks again to Conner for coming on and indulging my mad rants!

Random shit for Friday (#triggerwarning: #thepurge)

Posted in Uncategorized with tags on July 11, 2014 by Anton A. Hill

As of yesterday, I had 55 in-progress messages in my "Drafts" folder on gmail. I know. Seriously. Wtf? In my defense, some of them–many of them–were just notes for later that I never got around to getting around to.

But some of them…

Oh, some of them were anything from snippets of shit nibbled off the webbertubes to pages–and I mean PAGES–of shit between me and the religious, me and myself, me and family, me and me (confused yet), or who the fuck knows what?

See, there was a time, not too long ago even, when I was dead-set on taking on bullshit (yes, even more than now). I was working less so had more time to have these conversations, often debates.

Then I got more work.

The conversations stagnated. Then stopped. I kept *meaning* to get back to them. Weeks went by. Then months. Then years.

Yes, years.

And I can’t tell you how irritating it is to constantly see my "Drafts" box at 55. It’s just sneering at me, "Finish me, Anton. Do it."

So finally, yesterday, I thought I’d just take a look. I clicked on the first one.

"Why the fuck is this still here??"

I deleted it. Next one.

"Oh, yeah, that shit. I don’t give a fuck about that anymore."

That became the rule. If I didn’t care, no matter how long the particular draft was, delete.

I got rid of about 20. I know. Seriously? 35 more I *can’t* delete?

Baby steps.

So I have no idea when I’ll ever get around to posting any of that stuff, but it’ll happen.

Some day.


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