Thursday, October 04, 2012

The Symmetry Of Eleven

As I flick through the news, I notice that some bright spark of a scientist has been reinventing the wheel again and generally upsetting people by pointing out that classical horoscopes are wrong.

His closer examination of the sky reveals conclusively (and for the umpteenth time) that there's a thirteen zodiac sign - Ophiuchus the Serpent Bearer - and that this means changes to the dates of all the other astrological signs. Did you see that?

Were I truly interested in my Scorpio heritage and the fact that apparently I'm now a Libra, I might get upset. However, I've been a devout follower of The Elevenfold Zodiac for years. This was cobbled together by myself and Max Tunguska after a particularly heavy night out. The ale was good and the curry superb. Just when we thought it was all over, the schnapps gave us second wind. And then the curry gave us our third, and we had to evacuate.

When we awoke, we discovered the horoscopic secrets of the universe written in crayon on Max’s lounge wall. We considered this an epiphany, and of overriding importance to the world. But that was not accepted as a defence by Max’s long-suffering wife, and once again we had to evacuate.

Happy days.

Anyway, to give you a taste, here's today's horoscope.

Elevenfold Zodiac
by Mystic Max, Week Ending Wed 10 September 2012

The Cosmic Sock (Jan 2 - Feb 7)
Termites in your wooden leg get the day off to a bad start. You may soon feel you're moving in strange circles. Lucky fruit: Kumquat.
The Rusty Saw (Feb 12 - Mar 15)
A flock of seagulls prove once and for all that you really shouldn't wear white before Arbor Day. Or indeed, black. Lucky swelling: Gout.
The Swing (Mar 19 - April 22)
You know, then you don't, then you know, then you don't. Just decide, already! Blueberry muffin, ice cream, or both? Lucky egg: Chocolate ostrich.
The Traffic Light (April 25 - May 29)
The gaping hole in your social life turns out to be a collapsed sewer. Hairy men with buttcracks will knock soon. Lucky soup: Butternut squash.
The Casserole (June 3 - July 10)
Royal matters consume you today, but the Queen Of Sheba is not your friend. I mean, seriously. Think about it. Lucky medium: Watercolour.
The Stain (July 13 - Aug 15)
Time is a great healer, but lousy at removing ground-in treacle. Shock therapy provides relief from an embarrassing itch. Lucky bird: Gooney.
The Inflated Bladder (Aug 20 - Sept 25)
They're somebody else's piranha, perhaps a heartbroken child's. So check the lost and found before keeping them. Lucky celebrity: Topol
The Stuffed Terrier (Sept 28 - Oct 28)
A trip to the great outdoors will inspire you to stay home more. Remember that canned goods last longest. Lucky cake: Raspberry danish.
The Paint Pot (Nov 01 - Nov 20)
As a wise man once observed, liquorice is no substitute for charcoal. Rain will almost certainly stop play. Sorry. Lucky president: Adams.
The Crowbar (Nov 22 - Dec 27)
Violence may be the answer! Be sure to carry your chainsaw for the Zombie Apocalypse descending after lunch. Lucky vein: Hepatic portal.
The Amoeba (All unlisted dates)
You confirm that you're the glue holding the universe together when you end up stuck to an aardvark. Lucky mammal: Not the aardvark.
Some small-minded types have suggested that there is actually a twelfth zodiac sign in this system, and that it was lost to the world because the crayon broke. Even though I can't remember, I'm going to scotch this rumour. I'm not going back to fix it all on a whim of some non-believer; it's just a bit of fun after all.

By the way, we've still not been forgiven by Max's wife for the crayon on the lounge wall.

Nor for the fireworks.

But that's another story.


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  1. "The gaping hole in your social life turns out to be a collapsed sewer. Hairy men with buttcracks will knock soon." Guess I'll be remaining single for awhile longer.

    1. You and me both, Paula! But wear the tee; well-to-do professional men will flock to you! Indigo x

  2. Okay, I'm a Casserole. This is going to take some getting used to.

    1. You're rich, hot, seasoned, bubbly... ;> x

    2. Hah! Well, at least one of those is true. I'll leave it to you to figure out which one. ;)

    3. Well, if that green-tinted picture on FaceBook is you...

  3. I'm still having trouble figuring out whether Ophiuchus is a prank, and if it isn't a prank, who came up with that name which I dare not speak aloud :)

    So I'm relieved that you've shaken up the whole dang idea, decluttered by one sign in the process, and explained both my social life and my liking for butternut squash soup.

    1. Hey Jen! Yep, it's all above board. It's not some "Imadoofus" name, it's a genuine constellation. The scientists shaking the tree don't seem to understand that nobody cares, and that their fighting a primitive entertainment/belief system that will resist their facts. He should be arguing it's all bull, not that the bull is slightly wrong. And I will continue to read Scorpio. So there. I'm just saying. Roth x

  4. I don't know very much about Zodiac signs. But I do know that I am a LIBRA and according to the definition, it fits VERY me well.

    1. Hey Mia! I think it's all nonsense; and that's a very Scorpio thing to say! ;> Indigo x

  5. I'm a crowbar. I'm going to fuck some shit up. About time, too. Fucking zombies are almost as bad as the Nazis. Some of them are Nazis, in fact. They'll get an extra whack or two.

    1. Hey Mike! So, you're a DEAD SNOW fan, then? It's a thinly-veiled Scandinavian remake of EVIL DEAD when all said and done, but I sat and chuckled all the way through it. Worth a look if you missed it. As for your Crowbar tendencies, I salute your focus. Indigo

    2. And here I thought you didn't know Norwegian. ;)

    3. Jeg snakker ikke norsk.

    4. Well, you obviously speak google translate, and that's almost the same thing.

    5. Hey, points for trying? =)

    6. Absolutely, 22 points for trying. My, you were up late, weren't you?