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Loading ...Everyone wants something different. Don likes his pork-chops fried. My mother wants hers broiled with lemon and pepper. K.K. likes hers barbequed. And who’s the cook? Me.
Mom was released from the hospital this morning - she’s doing much better. I’m feeling a little frayed around the edges though. I need some breathing space; I’m feeling kind of claustrophobic. Stir crazy.
Mercury is in retrograde, which always has an enormous effect on me. Its no wonder I’m feeling out of sorts. And already things are starting to go weird, communications breaking down, etc. When my lord and master Hermes shows his dark side, time to go into hiding.
Speaking of astrology, I spoke to my brother yesterday. He asked me if he was astrologically ‘compatible with anyone’. He’s a Gemini like me. I told him, “Geminis aren’t compatible with anyone, not even other Geminis. People just don’t like us.” He kept insisting he had to be compatible with someone. But… uh… he’s in jail, so why on earth does it matter….
Lets not go there.
Of course, I’m the most Geminian Gemini there is, whereas my brother is the least Geminian Gemini there is. Maybe he has a chance - I’m sure one day he’ll meet a nice redneck woman and live happily ever after.
And Free Will Astrology was just boring this week. Ole Rob didn’t even attempt to be witty. Usually when I find it amusing, I provide a link, but since its just plain dull this week… meh. Google it if you’re that interested.
Well my download is finished - I was just writing this post while waiting.
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Of course the most direct way to fire a pig is to look him straight in the eye and say, “Pig, you’re fired.”
I wish I could say that to a certain pig at work.
Glad to hear your mother is feeling better!
I wish you could say it to a certain pig at work too. though, I like pigs. Not the cop kind, or the unpleasant boss kind. But the Arnold Ziffle kind.
And the Chozzar kind. (Thats the Atlantean pig god of sorcery, for those of you not in the know).
I hate to hear that one nasty person has to make your job horrible. I hope you find something to your liking soon. Though a Mercury retrograde isn’t the best time to be looking for work. Then again, Mercury is a surprising little bugger.
If I were a boss, I’d offer you a job. I suppose you could work for the Shattered Prayer, and earn a cut of the revenue, which means you’d starve to death, cold and alone, in a gutter somewhere. But at least the job would be fun while it lasted.
Good luck with your search.
Thank you. It would be fun while it lasted, but that starving cold and alone in a gutter ending is a little bit of a downer for an ending. I hope that retrograde doesn’t bite me though.
I’m not a big pork fan, but if I’m going to eat pork chops, by god, I want ‘em FRIED! The same could be said for that certain someone at R the P’s place of employ.
Working for the Shattered Prayer certainly would be a lot more fun. Too bad about the whole starving in a gutter thing…
Glad you mom’s back from hospital, though. I guess the downside is that you have to cook. Or is that the upside?
So, can you make ghost pig pork chops? What would they taste like?
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The denizens of Pinellas Park, FL may soon find out once they catch their ghost pig!
How very odd.
I read about the ghost pig (on Noumenal News, of course). Ghost pig is a hero! And ghost pig pork chops? Even the vegetarians couldn’t object to that one.
I prefer my pork-chops spicy teriyaki style. I’m sure don would be horrified.