Comfort Levels

Stardust Motel

Stardust Motel

I realized I scored a hit when I found out that a number of “certified astrologers” aren’t comfortable with my work. I don’t belong to one school of thought. Other than a decent grounding in basics, I’m not big on this week’s esoteric theory. The point isn’t to change the world. The point isn’t to change one person’s outlook. The point is to entertain and educate. Maybe not in that order, either.

Think. Watch TV, shut off the brain, and it’s the same material, recycled, over and over. There’s a refined and quantified routine that the TV serials all follow. Introduction, hook, headline, notes, body, problem, resolution, then the post-script (closing zinger). Can do it as a Power Point presentation.

It’s a formula, plain and simple.

“We’re watching you.”

It was an idle threat, some sanctioning body of astrology, semi-cryptic note. Partial threat. I could only wish.

If they were watching, I’d be more amused.

“The only thing worse than being talked about? Not being talked about.”

Laeti edimus qui nos subigant!
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astrofish
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