frozen Jerry Springer

“It’s like frozen Jerry Springer on blades with billy clubs and a more decisive victor.” The rain never did abate yesterday so the only device I had for entertainment until the appointed Virgo hour was e-mail, and I liked that one comment best. The other, equally amusing bit of information was the fact that the two Virgo girls last night were far more interested in getting home in time to watch the Spurs game. Looks like it was a good game to miss. I did also finally finish reading the book by Will Self. I’m pretty sure I’ve read some fiction by the same author, and according to the book jacket, he’s published a number of short stories. Best phrase for it? Bizarre. “My idea of Fun” combines some rather strange elements, and does defy fitting in any one classification, although supernatural magical realism and memoir comes to mind. It does question the ethics of marketing types. Between the ominous rain clouds, there was a ray of hope this afternoon, and I found myself at Magnolia Cafe for lunch. It’s reassuring to be greeted by everybody, “Hi Kramer.” It was largely Capricorn crew with just a few holdouts, the Cancer and a lovely Gemini. One of the manager types is sporting a new hair style: leopard print hair — it actually looked good, too.