Fishing Guide to the Stars

Working on new business cards, I was going to shoot for something a little more interesting than just, “Fishing Guide to the Stars.” I was going to try for something like, “Secret Agent — Raconteur — Black Bag Jobs — Fortune Teller — Revolutionary — Astrologer — Live Bait — Web Page Design — Monster Trucks — Celebrity — Low Riders — Used Tires — Space Cadet — Lover — Oracle — World Traveler — Alien Love Child — Mad Scientist — Fishing Guide to the Stars.” I read something interesting in a competing astrologer’s page, about how, “all reports are prepared by hand.” Well, yes, judging from what I’ve seen, the material was entered by hand, and then someone hit the “print” button. But the actual text? Looks an awful lot like a straight ahead software compiled report. Trick being, I guess, since it was entered by hand, then it does receive personal attention. Shoot, in that case, the hundreds of free reports I toss out every week are all “prepared by hand.” I wandered off to hike yesterday afternoon, but wound up at a strange BBQ place, long time local fave, Iron Works. All they have to do is hook it up to “smell – o – vision.” Right, if they can make in movie theaters, how much longer before it comes to the web? And are you sure you want to smell a trailer like mine, coffee grinds, stale smoke, kitty litter, and my dirty laundry? Probably not. I went to see the remake of “Charlie’s Angels” last night. Loved it. Not much in the thought department, but sitting in a very crowded Alamo Drafthouse Theater, it was nice to hear the crowd cheer for the good guys. The sad part of the tale, my tale, not the movie, was while I was line, I overheard some girl say, “Dude, like he’s so old, he’s, what, 28?” Ouch.