Finally! (Oi.)
Best headline?
And here I thought alien abduction was a localized phenomena, not according to the BBC. I think I’ll use aliens in next week’s Leo scope.
Inbound mail
> thanks for keeping it real in your entertaining and well
> written scopes.
Unrelated weight issues:
I was doing laundry the other evening, waiting on the scopes to roll over, hoping I’d caught the last of the typos ahead of time. So I didn’t. At least I tried.
After I’d loaded the washing machine, I pulled a dozen black t-shirts off the closet shelf and folded them up again, undoing my chaotic closet’s look. I found swimming suits, shorts, t-shirts I hadn’t seen in years. All from just taking a few moments to straighten up a little mess. Then I found “the jeans.” They are one inch smaller in the waist – one inch – not even a dress size – than what I normally wear these days. But my current size is starting to get a little loose.
I wasn’t brave enough to test the jeans, see if I could wriggle in, not yet. But that’s part of the cosmic humor, the way I see it, I’m hitting my ideal summer weight, right in the middle of the winter. Lot of good that does me now. I’m sure he holidays will make me leave those jeans up on the shelf. But it was a pleasant thought. Just goes to prove something. (I’m not sure what.)
Unrelated food item:
Diet Dr. Pepper from a fountain tastes better than from a can.
Unrelated musical notation:
Wednesday afternoon? The song that was stuck in my head, actually, just a title, a lyrical refrain?
“California uber alles!”
But by Thursday afternoon?
“Losing weight without speed, eating sunflower seeds….”
Unrelated eyeballs:
I was fetching a cup of coffee from a fetching Gemini, and she had on new blue contacts, covering up her exquisite brown eyes, which prompted me to ask the question, “Hey, you streaked your hair, didn’t you?”
I never can seem to say the right thing – not that it bothers me.
Unrelated literary note:
In an exchange of quick e-mail with Christopher Moore – I like him, he’s twisted – and a Virgo – I asked where he came up with a particular passage for a character, one of those rules, “Never date anyone crazier than yourself.”
It’s oft repeated, and I couldn’t find an original source for the quote. However, as I was meandering along, I did realize that trying to reason with a crazy person is about the same. I was thinking about this because a local headline was about what Iraq looked like from an insurgent’s point of view.
Never try to reason with a madman. Doesn’t work.
If you deal with the devil, you lose your soul. Except, of course, in one Charlie Daniels’ song.
