No sooner do I write about this, when, much to my chagrin, an error will be located, and I’ll be flamed for making an erroneous comment. Fortunately, most of astrology is conjecture drawn upon facts. Where the planets are? Fact. What it means? Conjecture (intuition & observation, I’d like to think).
The Monday morning “Blog Index” was full of comments about how fast the news about the purported forgeries allegedly aired on some TV news program, and how fast the notice of the inconsistencies spread. 4 hours, I think was how long it took for the “internet” crowd to seize an idea and poke holes in the theories.
It’s been ten years now that I’ve had horoscopes on the web. That’s a whole decade of electronic publishing. That’s some miles.
As a publishing medium, I love the web as it’s a very fluid. Doing a regular column is nice, and although I’ve enjoyed time in print, the fluidity of the web is more suited to my style. Suppose a faulty statement creeps into the column, like assigning a wrong phase to the moon, or missing a planet’s relative astrological location? Type it over, upload, and the error is corrected.
Due to technical difficulties, I’ve had a couple of system failures when the scopes didn’t roll over on time. In less than ten minutes, I would have several notes, alerting me to the oversight. My favorite was always, “Dammit, where’s my free horoscope? I need it now!”
What interested me about the speed that news of the inconsistencies spread, the route, the place where the information spread?
That’s like my scopes, when they don’t show up on time. Or when a false statement is entered. Or when some obvious fact escapes the fact-checking department? Ten minutes, max, usually the first of the notes are time-stamped within two or three minutes of the posting time & date.
It’s the speed that the information moves.
There was a coherent thought in this seemingly pointless wandering. I was going someplace with it. Experience? Sure, I’ve been caught short with facts and figures before.
Besides raising me, my dear, sweet, much put-upon Scorpio mother (aka “Ma” Wetzel) is most noted for her little quip one time, “Oh, I never let the facts interfere with a story.”
Teenage mutant Town Lake turtle
Just another image from the file. Note: that’s 6-inch worm he was trying to eat. It’s not a small turtle.
(I just let him keep the hook. Those jaws scared me, gaping maws capable of hundreds of foot-pounds per square inch, I’m sure.)
I wonder if that news program was listening to her?
Just a Tuesday photo
From the Two-Meat plate files:
