Intros and Astros

Goodspawn,

It seems that you're reading my mind, or at least an electronic translation of what I have recently expressed through the QWERTYUIOP medium via my local interweb. Today, I had hoped was Mac day. It's not. It's Monday the 8th of February from the year two thousand and ten. The day where I had hoped to make the epic jump from micro-soft to mac-rosoft. Unfortunately, I need a special mac keyboard for that, so until tomorrow at least I'm still a-windowing. I felt the need to create this blog yesterday por the night, thinking that my new mac-type persona would also mean that my mac-type arty thoughts would have to make the epic jump from synapse to syntax and appear right here in this lovely digital format. So here they are, and this be the first. Throughout these bits and bytes there/they're/their might be some unconventional use of language. This is intended by me, not through trying to be a maverick or a revolucionario of language reform, but just to convey as close as darn!it to the subconcious sort of language I use in me noggin which often doesnay conform to proper language norms due to me not really paying attention in GCSE english, and above all the fact that I'm a twat. Undoubtedly this will make for difficult reading...so I suggest you don't read this.
I've no plan to create regualar entries because I have little discipline in such things, but there'll be spewings such as this every once in a while when I fancy a bit of a type. So maybe not every day, not every week, not periodically nor sequentially. Maybe rhythmically. Blogarhythmicly.
So hopefully I won't make these entries too organised. If they represent what I'm actually thinking at all they'll jump backwards and forwards in time and generally not seem to make any camel-eyelash at all. Divine.

I don't intend to offend (there's the makings of a rap in there somewhere) on this page. I don't really know who'll be reading this but apologies if you are. I don't think I'll put the link out in too many places; folk might think I were weird like, after glimpsing the spiced up/toned down thoughts that I'm a-thinking. Also I'm really sarcastic. Sorry. Not.

Enough waffle irons. Where's the beef?
A. The beef is here, and it consists of a platter or astrological sillyness.

Week ending on Sunday.

Aquarius, you're feeling/have been feeling/will be feeling excited as it's your birthday in the near future/past/now.

Capricorn, A tendancy to feel like corn will leave you capricious this week. January is your lucky month.

Virgo, One of Neptune's moons brings you....nothing. It's very far away, through the dark vaccuum of space. And you can't see it with a telescope at the moment because it's too small and it's on the other side of neptune to you and you can't afford a good enough telescope to see it with anyway. And you're too impatient to actually do some planet gazing. So no effect on you. Sorry.

Libra, No prediction I'm afraid. You'll just have to live through the rest of the week with the grim, petrifying uncertainty that something might, or mightn't, happen.

Taurus, I've got a feeling that for you Taurans, tonight is going to be a good night, that tonight's going to be a good good night. Museltof.

Gemini, Saturn's rings have a large circumference today, meaning that your waist will also have a large circumference today. So eat less. Or excercise more. But not both. Never both.

Leo, Jupiter alligns with Venus this week, (if you look at them from a random, unimportant area in some galaxy a certain distance away for a certain period of time). This means that every single one of you that was born between 23rd July and 22nd August in any year will definately all win the lottery tomorrow, regardless of whether you have actually bought a ticket or not.

Any other starsigns that I haven't mentioned, it's because my predictions are so accurate that if I wrote them down it would affect the leylines. So call me, it's really expensive, but it will definately change your life.