Received for Christmas: sundry books and compact discs, mostly pre-specified by myself on an Amazon wish list. Sample items include The Girl With Curious Hair (David Foster Wallace), Bitches Brew (Miles Davis), El amor en los tiempos del cólera (Gabriel García Marquez). What it lacked in surprise, it made up in satisfaction. Also a robe and slippers, which are in attractive earth tones and will allow me to lounge around in the evenings with a glass of Benedictine and say to myself, "Yes, I exemplify the discreet charm of the bourgeoisie."
My mother got a lot of astrology stuff, which prompted me to cast and research my chart. Everything's really crammed into the fifth and sixth houses, and the abundance of square aspects suggests that I have loads of karma to work out. That unaspected Uranus is just itching for trouble, and the square between the Sun and Neptune is, according to my mom's book:
...a treacherous aspect, subtly weakening the will... A certain nebulous and impractical idealism attaches to your emotional and thought processes. You are likely to give yourself up to dreams and emotions of a hypnotic and dangerous quality.
I suppose that counteracts the load of stuff in Virgo, which sign has never felt like a terribly good fit.
Observed during Christmas dinner at my sister's boyfriend's house: a ginger and orange tabby named Cuddles that enjoys being spanked. People sat it on their laps and repeatedly whacked it on the flank, and it would purr in pleasure and cry when the spanking stopped.
British sleaze of the first order.
Somebody claims that Dr. Seuss was known as a practitioner of bondage and sadomasochism, but I can't find anything about it. Anyone else heard this?