Ai-yi-yi-yi, I’d rather get l@id than be eaten

Greetings, Enchiladal Repetition Interrupts Chorale---


(Dear Micro$oft Weird™: “enchiladal” is, of course, the adjectival form of “enchilada” and, as such, is a perfectly legitimate word. Shut yer fu(kin’ piehole. (“Piehole”, aka “the hole into which one puts pie”, is also a perfectly legitimate word, albeit completely unrelated to “frijole”. So unrelated, in fact, that they don’t even rhyme, even though they look like they should. Here they are used in a sentence: “Anatole went into asystole when he looked through the keyhole and saw Angelina Jolie putting a frijole in her piehole.” You’re welcome.))


(You may have noticed Our absence from Bloggonia yesterday. (Or you may not have…We have no way of knowing, Wynonna. (Also, you picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille, but that’s neither sheer nor Nair™.)) We were busy having Ourselves a interview. A interview, for those of you are unfamiliar, would be a conversation between two people in which both of them are secretly wondering why in the h3ll one of them (i.e., Us) is rambling incoherently on like a drunken retard at a lunatics convention when it’s only one o’clock in the afternoon. We would tell you more about it, but We don’t want to jinx anything.)


(In still other news, (We just typed a whole paragraph, then realized We can’t be sharing any of the information yet. Suffice it to say, We sure do wish The City That Loves You (On Your) Back loved Us as much as Greater Bostonia does.))


(In other other news, We are off this evening to see Our MizMaryPat and MizDonna in Flaming Guns of the Purple Sage at Allens Lane. Having consulted Our SEPTA oracle, We find that it is going to take Us longer to get there than it will take Us to watch the play. On the plus side, it appears that it will not be raining upon Us as We do so (get there, that is. Not watch the play. It couldn’t rain on Us while We watch the play. Because the play is indoors. Silly goose.).)


Here is your horoscope for Friday, May 07, 2010 (Happy birthday to Pat, who turns twenty-four today. (We finally exchanged your gift yesterday, and will be mailing same today.) And happy Friday to the rest of all y’all.):


(Our Our-O-Scope.)


Use your rather diffuse energy to help a friend or family member who’s flailing. (Flailing…takes me away to where I always heard it could be. Just a dream and a wind to carry me, soon I will be free…)


(Sorry. It couldn’t be helped.)


You can be their anchor, (We would rather be their anchovy.)


(“Anchovy” is a peculiar word, no?)


even if you’re not entirely sure how stable you’re feeling yourself. (We’re actually feeling somewhat distabled. Although the politically correct term is, of course, “differently stabled”. But that’s a horse of another color. (Heh. Get it? Stable…horse. (Oh, shut up.)))


Your life has been rather interesting recently. (To whom?)


You’ve challenged authority and come away virtually unscathed, (Also, We fought the law and the law won. Also also, We shot the sheriff. But We did not shoot the deputy.)


and then you moved on to handle cranky relatives, jealous friends and a sweetie with a bit of an attitude for no good reason. (No wonder We need a nap.)


It’s long past time for you to take a break and allow the universe to arrange for a last-minute change of plans that is sure to work out well for you. (Oh, yeah. That’s JUST what We need…The Universe making Our plans. That’ll work out well.)


It can be hard to escape group pressure, especially if many of those you care about are sure that they’ve found just the right person for you. (Never ever ever in Our life has this ever ever happened. No one has ever “found just the right person” for Us. Are you saying that’s about to change? There is allegedly a party coming up…perhaps said person could jump out of the cake.)


It’s past time for a little solitude, so you can regain your bearings. (To say nothing of Our ball bearings. Because We would really like to regain Our ball bearings.)






(Your YOUR-O-Scopes:






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