An Initiator Where The Grass Seems Greener...

SCORPIO (Oct. 23-Nov. 21): In the coming week, you can generate a lot
of good karma for yourself by being an initiator. That's why I advise you
to never sit back passively and merely watch what's unfolding, but rather
formulate a vision of what you'd like to see happen, set your intention to
make it happen, and then plunge into action with brisk aplomb. Halloween
costume suggestions: fire-starter, seed-planter, fertility god or goddess.

SAGITTARIUS (Nov. 22-Dec. 21): Medical insurance is out of reach for 46
million of my fellow Americans. Our country is at war in Afghanistan and
Iraq as well as with a ghostly omnipresent foe known as terrorism. Our
national debt is stupendous, our stock market has plunged, and many
companies once thought to be towers of strength have failed. Meanwhile,
right next door, Canada has universal healthcare and a budget surplus. Its
banks are solvent and it's embroiled in zero wars. Am I jealous? Of course.
Am I planning to emigrate? No. I'm going to stay here and keep agitating
for goodness and justice and beauty. After evaluating your astrological
omens, Sagittarius, I suggest that you do the equivalent in your own life:
Stand your ground as you work to fix the flawed situation you've been
given; don't flee to where the grass seems greener. Halloween costume
suggestions: an elder statesman, wise crone, or charismatic teacher.

Summon Your Dormant Courage

This month's horoscopes, also eerily spot on...

SCORPIO (Oct. 23-Nov. 21): What do you tend to do when you're
squeezed between the demands of authority and the healthy need to
rebel? How do you respond when the past and future are at odds? What
resources do you draw on when the person you have always been starts
to evolve into an interesting new form that you don't recognize? You've
come to a fork in the road, Scorpio, when you will be asked to deal with
these questions on a larger scale than before. My advice? Study your past
so thoroughly that you'll be able to keep it from repeating itself, and open
your mind to possibilities you've rarely considered.

SAGITTARIUS (Nov. 22-Dec. 21): The world is poised at the threshold of a
great choice: Should we stick with what has worked for us, even though
it's not working any more? Or should we experiment with possibilities that
may work for us in the future, even though they don't have a track
record? You, Sagittarius, can and should be a leader in this epic
adventure. The best way to do that is to summon your dormant courage
as you apply the big questions I just posed to the specific circumstances
of your personal life.

Rise Up and Cash In

Tess sent me these two horoscopes last month and I had meant to post them here (perfectly timed as they were). I'm on the cusp, if you're wondering. The highlights are hers ;)

SCORPIO (Oct. 23-Nov. 21): Robert Downey Jr. is grateful to Burger King
for serving him such gross food. After eating a particularly foul meal there
in 2003, he told *Empire* magazine, he was so disgusted that he drove
to the beach and hurled all of his drugs into the sea. It was the shock he
needed to begin the process of kicking his addiction. In that spirit,
Scorpio, I suggest you seek out a similar epiphany -- whether that
involves an encounter with greasy, fried cow meat or some other
phenomenon that triggers your urge to rise up and purify yourself.

SAGITTARIUS (Nov. 22-Dec. 21): It's a seller's market for you, Sagittarius.
If I were you, I wouldn't buy a bunch of new stuff or invest in unripe
possibilities. Rather, I'd cash in on the hard work I've been doing for many
months now. I'd quit while I was ahead. I'd liquefy assets that might soon
decline in their value to me but that are still at the height of their value to
other people. In order for you to summon the brisk confidence necessary
to pull this off, you'll have to resist greedy temptations to hold on to
everything a little while longer.

To The Third Floor Tenant:

There are no Thursday appointments for acupuncture! With anyone! :(

But there is trans group.

Gaby is laying across my arm, purring, and she JUST LICKED MY FACE. She's doing it again!






























This cat, I tell you.

I finished my midterm for The Creative Process in six hours today. It consisted of a two page treatment, two pages of casting concepts, a sixteen shot storyboard, a scan of the original note my crazy former neighbor left me, and a CD with "creepy, disturbing chanting choral music." I bet no one would've ever pegged Julie Andrews to fall under that category, but thanks to some podsafe music collection I found somewhere and someone called Qrter, we can all be even more creeped out by her sugary sweetness than we were before.


I will share with you...

i woke up.

about a week ago i dreamt that Tricia apologized to me.

i listened to the apology. it seemed heartfelt.

i kept my footage.

i woke up.

i'm pretty depressed. and feeling dead. i managed to wake up enough to paint walls yesterday (our orange is awesome).

can't even get it together enough to do any more shirts/projects for Outfest. i have a 3-5 page paper due tomorrow, and a midterm worth 40% of my grade due Tuesday, and a bunch of grants research I haven't done.

get me out.