Friday, October 9, 2009

Freaked the Eff Out!

Okay, so I have been busily reading all day, and I idly asked myself where a forum buddy has been.


The person has not been online in two months.  I actually owe them money, as they sent me some great decks but neglected to send their PayPal info.  I honestly never would have expected them to mail the decks before having payment.  I have sent PMs via the forum, and emails to the listed address, trying to get the money to them, with no response.

The only, only, only time I have ever had the Death card mean a physical death was for my own grandfather, but he was in cardiac failure in a hospice, so it's not like that was a surprise.  I hope I am keeping that record, but I am unlikely to find out unless they just pop on one day.  *crossing fingers*

Update - March 2, 2010:  My friend showed up, money was sent, and all is well.  Whew.


  1. Maybe for some reason they have just given up on the forum, decided it was time for a change.... death doesn't necessarily mean death - I hope not in this case.....

  2. I hope you hear something soon, if you haven't since this was posted.


    I went downtown, saw Katie in the nude
    on Common Avenue, detracted soltitude
    as it were, like a dream-state rosely hued,
    like no one else could see her; DAMN! I phewed;

    was reciprokelly then, thank heaven, viewed,
    bestowed unique hard-on! but NOT eschewed,
    contrair-ee-lee, she took a somewhat rude
    'n readidy attude of Sex Prelude; it BREWED!

    And for a start, i hiccuped "Hi!", imbued
    with Moooood! She toodledooed: "How queued
    your awe-full specie-ally-tee, Sir Lewd,
    to prove (alas!), to have me finely screwed,

    and hopef'lly afterwards beloved, wooed,
    alive, huh? Don't you even DO it, Duu-uuude!"

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    N'est-que pas que la solitude elle-mème eveille quelque attente fébrile? Voici l'entrée, vide, discrètetement illuminée comme une musée nocturne – la terasse, avec ses torchères ondoyantes par un soir d'Avent étrangement doux – laissant le vestibule et les murmures de voix – la chambre immaculée immaculée et la musique de danse derrière le mur – et le bar à cocktails mondains – le bassin où le nageur s'entrâine, longeur après longeur, il en n'a jamais assez, il doit y mettre de sien – enfin, tournant vers le haut au coin du sombre couloir vient la fille noire et pâle, altière, déterminée et de style épuré, ainsi qu'un moderne avion de chasse suédois.



    Exit time. Las chicas dejan el espejo de bar
    dormindose en sus corazónes de alta traícion.
    El Señor no levanta. Él pastorea a sus pies
    los presuntos compradores. Y nos bendice.

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    Consider Sex and time, procreation, reincarnation. Trigonometry! I envisage the time axis as the repetitive tangens function. Do you see what I mean? What can be tentatively derived from this notion? Clue: orgasm AND birth pangs at tan 0.

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    - Peter Ingestad, Sweden

  4. Yikes! Death meaning death rarely happens, but there is nothing more jarring than having that card show up and knowing it means business!