Part of this is about a bounced check. Some would suggest it was a reality check that bounced, but I’m not worried about that. I live in my own world, and that’s just fine – all the residents know me.
I picked a notice out of the mail, the other afternoon, from the bank. Seems as there was an NSF check. I figured it was another check from sometime in the last two weeks, one of the readings, it happens in business, and I usually photocopy the bad paper, then drop the person a note that bouncing a check to me usually means a plague of frogs, or toads will rain down, or, in the worst-case scenario, zombies will show up to suck out thy brains. Bad form to bounce a check to a fortune teller.
Only, this was an “astrofish.net” check. To me. From me. Great. Who can I blame for this one? Little mistake, a debit was listed as a credit, and it’s only my fault, but I can blame the planets – don’t try this at home, and don’t try it without adult supervision, maybe consult an expert, some shrinkage may occur.
I sorted out my mess in a matter of minutes, all good now. No, there’s no worries, nothing is going to happen. My bad. I was briefly annoyed, but I got over it pretty quickly.
Sidebar about Apple/Intel:
It should be so obvious? “iNETEL iNSIDE?Blogging sidebar:
EFF guideline to legal stuff about blogging. (I wonder, can I sue myself? For that bad check?) What happens when I say bad things about me?Dot-boom?
CNN Money is reporting that there’s a mini-“dot boom” going on.From the useless stats department:
(Pursuant to yesterday’s notation) I was looking at the hit counter, and it’s gone backwards, forwards and basically, it’s not reading anything but the up-to-the-minute updates for either this week, today, yesterday, who knows what all. However, according to the server stats, real-time hardware info? The site averages about 100,000 “hits” each month (this year).
Spin control? Bad rumors department:
After paying the server (Taurus), and heading out the door, the manager (Pisces) had one last compliment for me, about an observation the other evening. Seems like some of my predictions come true. However, realizing that these are people who never read this material, I just thought I would mention, in passing, that the rumor that I’m flying to Vegas – this coming weekend – is true. But I have to deny the idle speculation that I’m about to get married, in Vegas, at the Bass Pro Shop, under canopy of fishing poles, in a service performed by an Elvis impersonator.
Completely untrue. Not one shred of truth in it. The rumors are completely falsified. Obviously the antics of an over-active and fervid imagination. Nothing to do with it being Father’s Day, either.
Cherchez les poisson:
Nice, morning bass. Nothing quite as good as chasing a little bass, first thing in the morning.
(I was “stuck on a horoscope,” as it was.)
There is, or was Tuesday evening, a decent size black bass circling the dock. He was chasing some of the perch I’ve caught, and he was, no doubt, drawn to the activity. Free food. Or easy to get to, anyway. You know, let some one else do the hard work. Smart bass. Or an old friend. He would take nothing from me. No live worms, no fake worms, no plastic things that look like nothing in nature but usually evoke a bite, I mean, nothing. In fact, at one point, I caught a tiny perch, speared it on the hook, and dropped that back in the water. The bass lunged once, the fish tried to swim away, and the bass didn’t get the thing in his mouth because he saw me.
I’ve heard a lot of “relationship” issues as of late. Saturn’s slamming the last part of Cancer these days. Pluto’s in Sagittarius, and Jupiter is inching forward in Libra, a relationship sign. Uranus in Pisces. Astrology noise, blah-blah, blah.
Nature has a lesson: imitate the action of that one bass.
Don’t take the bait.
It’s really that simple.
Obviously, that one bass has been reading my current scopes.
Which is why I live like a monk.
Remember: the rumors are not true. No wedding in the Bass Pro Shop (under a canopy of fishing poles, presided by a duly deputized & legally binding Elvis impersonator). Not going to happen. All vile rumors.
