Crackpots and Long-Windedness

I got on Skype the other night and spoke for 1-1/2 hours with my friend P-squared over in Manchester who is also an astrologer. It’s such a relief to talk to someone who speaks my “language.” Oddly enough, it really doesn’t annoy me when people put down astrology or lump it with bullshit like Sylvia Brown — mainly because I know they don’t know shit about it, but also because I just don’t care what anyone thinks. 🙂 And just so you know, I’m not putting down Sylvia Brown because I don’t believe in psychic phenomena — it would be psychotic to renounce the things I’ve experienced. I just think 99% of the people who are truly psychic have profound experiences that they can’t share with the world at large because they’re too personal. I think it’s right and fair for skeptics to put out tests, awards of proof, etc. However, it doesn’t work that way and never has. The people eager to prove otherwise are largely egotistical crackpots who want to “show” the skeptics and get strokes for being “right.” What-ever.

Anyway, ranting aside, I then worked on “Pinned” for a while and the Frenchman came over late after a big thingy at the French Consulate. I don’t think I even want to know what goes on over there.

(By the way, why can’t I write a story under 5000 words? This damned thing is already 5500 words and it’s not finished!)

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