When the brown stuff hits the fan, it is not evenly distributed.
Sure felt that way — all day yesterday. When I was clicking around the astronet.com web site, all the links dumped my browser to an astrology.com splash page. I took it as a bad sign, and got on about the morning’s business of being an actual, practicing astrologer. I recently — right on their requested deadline — turned in copy for August’s set of columns. Odds on getting paid? My current contract runs through September. Then the e-mails started piling up, “What happened to Astronet?”
> I really enjoyed reading your web?
> I linked off of astronet.com. Now it goes
> to village.com? How do I find you?
> I am a big fan and enjoy your humor!
> I appreciate you!
I got half dozen yesterday morning. A certain Gemini stopped by to see me; we got to talking, and I forgot the problem at hand. “Stay out of post offices today!” Then another Gemini came by, running a little late, and we all caught a “high tea” lunch at Curra’s — perhaps the best chili cheese fries in the world. The Leo server didn’t quite agree, “Sonic is pretty good.” Placated with Curra’s cuisine, I went back the trailer, and answered a couple of more “What happened to astronet’s web site?” questions.
One more e-mail, and the bad new got worse — maybe. Stay tuned. I suppose I can chalk this one up to Mars and Mercury being retrograde, although, at the moment, Mercury wasn’t technically still backwards. So my horoscopes are looking for a new home. Horoscopes for hire, again. Last night, the phone kept ringing and ringing, more calls, mostly concerned with Mercury’s mayhem. Then that Virgo fishing buddy called, “So you want to fish tomorrow? Pick you up at 6.” Dealing with a crisis in my distribution, what do I do? Cheese fries. Fishing.
What was it Dr. Hunter S. Thompson said?
“When the going gets tough, the weird turn pro.”
- Aperture: ƒ/1.5
- Camera: iPhone 14 Plus
- Flash fired: no
- Focal length: 5.7mm
- ISO: 40
- Shutter speed: 1/120s
