It’s All in Your Head

Sent to me in a thoughtful e-mail by the handsome Mr. V, whose frontal lobes are functioning at full capacity, maybe even double. He had apparently thought of me when he read it.

Israeli psychologists draw conclusions from how brain-damaged people comprehend sarcasm – or not

Just what exactly are you trying to tell me, Mr. V?

A Tall, Dark, Handsome Man

For fun yesterday I had my tarot cards read yesterday and the results were most favourable. This was no mascara’d, faux-gypsy seer with an outrageous accent feeding me portentious news of great joy to ensure a repeat customer; it was just a naive friend with an enormous imagination who dabbles in tarot and kabbalah (Oy! What is it with the Goyim and kabbalah?). Plus for good measure, I followed along in the big flaky, new agey guidebook to see for myself that I wasn’t being given a line. Successful career change, marriage to the man of my dreams (who I apparently already know), prosperity, contentment, peace, it’s all coming my way.

Of course, my little Jewish pessimistic voice tells me I’ve just ruined it all by talking about it *spit three times*

Very Pretty

French-Canadian World Champion and Olympic diver, Alexandre Despatie