So since it was my birthday, somebody asked my sign. Of course, this is a totally normal thing to do in the course of human conversation, but it always gets on my nerves. You see, I don't belive in Astrology. I think it's right up there with reading the future through sheep intestines. It's stupid, and probably my second biggest annoyance next to organized religion. My strategy is generally to refuse to tell people my 'sign' on the grounds that I don't wished to be judged by a value system I do not wish to participate in. I think that's fair, but I've managed to, simply by refusing to fess up, reduced peace-loving, pacifist hippies to the state of apoplexy that usually precedes a bar fight. People get SERIOUS about this shit.

Anyway, the point is, I wasn't in the mood to explain all this so I was going to tell her. She must have seen my hesitation, becase she quickly said "I'm totally not a 'sign' person". Which was considerate, so to be friendly, I told her. Now she has decided that we are astrological opposites and the stars have fated me to be her nemesis, her darkstar, the anti-her. Last time I saw her, she was dressed in jungle rags and smearing her face with mud. There was a homemade bow strung over her back and she was smearing little pointed sticks with some kind of frog secretion.

Just kidding, of course, the conversation ended there. But it did remind me that Sheri and I are the same 'sign'. A situation described in a song by the Fall. But like all Fall songs, it's really hard to understand the lyrics. So as a service to you, the reader, I've worked some of it out here:

Two Librans, by Mark E Smith:

Two Librans....
Reflect!
Two Librans...
I am lower mind
With sheilds and I am...
Two Librans...
Reflect!
On Oprah Winfrey, bookseller.
My poodle is from a barking doorway
I'm fighting to slim down
Get me four lagers, I've lost my teeth
Muffa-HaH umba umba FLAH!
Ma ooka Wha-HUH!
(repeat)

Well, that's as close as I can come, anyway. Here's the album, it's a great one.
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