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I think I have made myself very clear on how much I hate dancing, skits, or any other "artistic" crap in a church service. I must say that no matter how anti all of that I am, I feel even more strongly that mimes don't belong in church. I like david sedaris' mother's reaction when she catches him miming to his brother: "I noticed my mother's face assume an expression she reserved for unpseakable horror. I had seen this look only twice before: once when she was caught in the path of a charging, rabid pig and then again when I told her I wanted a peach velveteen blazer with matching slacks. 'I don't know who put you up to this' she said, "but I'll kill you myself befroi I watch you grow up to be a clown. If you want to paint your face and prance around on street corners, then you'll have to find some other place to live because I sure as hell won't have it in my house. ' She turned to leave. 'or in my yard,' she added."
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