Comments on: Our weekly horoscopes

By: Bas

Bas — Thu, 17 May 2007 09:51:57 +0000

Can’t we give Rob a honorary SP medal or something? I love this man!

Hatching pomegranates in trumpetted Jungian/Indian soul searching…

Good thing that New Moon is dwindling. Time for some serious hatchings.

By: Mojo

Mojo — Wed, 16 May 2007 16:53:16 +0000

Hmmm…. Rob may be onto something. I did consider buying some pomegranate juice today. Supposed to be good for us and all that. And I used to play the trumpet in my middle school band.

Still, it’s probably all a lot of uggianaqtuq, at least when it’s coming from Rob.

By: Che

Che — Wed, 16 May 2007 15:02:57 +0000

I hate chicken foeti. Haven’t been able to eat eggs since I was 5 years old. I had a flu that almost killed me (flu was sometimes deadly in them days folks) and was in the hospital for a while. When I was recovering, the only thing I would eat was scrambled eggs. Now I can’t stomach eggs. I associate them with almost dying, I guess.

Though I can eat them if they’re disguised, hiding in cookies and cakes. Also, I always thing omelets are going to taste good, but the first bite always tastes like near-death.

In fact, that flu was probably the first of my many near-death events. One day, death may finally catch up to this aging trickster. Won’t that be uggianaqtuq?

By: Richard the Previous

Richard the Previous — Wed, 16 May 2007 14:53:04 +0000

Well it is chicken fetus and pomegranate week here at the SP. You probably knew that already with the sound of trumpets bringing rise to those succulent emotions in your solar plexus. Or perhaps you noticed the biting flies were biting in places they never bit before.

But when those chicken fetuses (feti?) hatch, they’ll feast on flies and pomegranates!

And isn’t that what it is really all about?

At least, that is what the Miwok Indians told me.

But they have been acting a bit uggianaqtuq lately.