Astrostalking

Earlier in the year we coined the term 'autogoogling' at work after the day when a in a serious critique of our company website someone said 'and when you google yourself it's not even the first site that comes up'. Pause. Giggles from other people. Slow realisation from workmate that they had just confessed to autogoogling. Of course most people do it, just usually not in polite company.

On a similar vein I must confess to astrostalking. This involves checking not just your own scope, but idling browsing other people's too. The boy or girl you currently have a raging crush on, an ex that you wonder about, the guy at the cafe who makes your coffee, some neighbour who seemed cranky today, a colleague - whatever, whoever takes my fancy. Especially whoever takes my fancy! I am not an exclusive astrostalker. The reading might be to query a particular question ('hmmm, I wonder if we'll ever get together, have chickens and live in a house in the country'), a general nosiness, wanting to throw light on a particular impasse, and maybe a peverse sense of astro envy (whaaaat?? You're having a glamorous week of creative brilliance and I'm meant to clean out old crap from closets - hmmph, unfair). Lame? Certainly. Mildly woo woo? Possibly.

If you feel inclined to do the same, Astrobarry's scopes for the week are now out. Or check out Mystic's latest deliberations on what makes people tick.

Also, as mentioned in previous posts, love currently living somewhere where people are more likely to ask you what star sign you are than what investment bank you work for, or which suburb you own real estate in. Have had some funny conversations with people including the thinly veiled chat up lines, narrowly avoided insults ('oooooh you're a [insert sign of ex here].. oh. Yes I've dated one of those once). Loved being in a meeting ages ago with 3 women getting their diaries out and suggesting the night of the new moon for our next meeting - very auspicious for planning new projects you see. Loved the conversation with Cancerian male who basically told me that I was doing really well just for not being a drug addict of some description, given my star sign which is well known for losing itself in the dreamy netherworlds.

Biz has a theory that the Daily Tellie Tubby (paper) here in Syd has the worst editorial in the known universe, but eerily, cannily accurate star signs. I tend to read the egg-stained, dog eared cafe copy if I am ever having a lazy breakfast. To those who think astrology is nonsense I challenge them to try reading any other section of that paper and finding anything at all which is steeped in wisdom, internal logic or accuracy. At least astrology is a lightly held metaphoric tool for understanding people, rather than a tightly held, unquestioned but in many cases ridiculous and unsubstantiated model of the universe that passes for reality broadsheet style (eg. it makes sense to sell all our fossil fuels as quickly as possible for as much as we can because that'll be good for the country; it is important to have a perfect bottom and shiny hair because that will make you happy; buying lots of things in many colours is the meaning of life).