Capricorn Horrorscope

A tad late. Happy Horse's Ass Day to Michael Clem, Rogo, and TripleC. And my thoughts can't help but go to Hans and R.L., the latter with whom I share a horse's ass day.

October, and Scorpio Horrorscope

So a Cheek ritual on the first and last days in the month of October is to sing U2's song of the same name:

October
And the trees are stripped bare
Of all they wear
What do I care

October
And kingdoms rise
And kingdoms fall
But you go on...and on...


U2's October, Live from Red Rocks

The tune starts mournfully, but picks up energy. Hope, even. It's the perfect welcoming musical salewt to Autumn.

The Scorpio Horrorscope is late, but just in before October's end. Urchins celebrating include Cheyenne, MacRae, and Adira. Order peeps include SeattleTroy and my stepmom cusper. Happy horse's arse day to each of you!

Libra Horrorscope

The Swede. Pid. My younger Indiana cousin. Mander Man. Libra peeps, you're the horse's ass this month! Gotta dig out my Magic 8 Ball!

Virgo Horrorscope

Darby Conley's Get Fuzzy

Coyote is the only Virgo peep I readily recollect, but something tells me there's more out there. Ollie ollie in from free!

Leo Horrorscope

From Darby Conley's Get Fuzzy

Can't allow as how I know any Leos. If'n you be one and find yourself a horse's ass, good on ya!

Cancer Horrorscope

Sheena, FloridaDad, Erin Nougat, Kimplicated, and Boone are all horse's asses this month. Hooray! And Parker's arrival as the wee-est Cancer peep is imminent. The next generation Otter-Pop awaits expectantly - or is that Otter-Poppy?

Gemini Horrorscope

From Darby Conley's Get Fuzzy.

Happy to you day, my Gemini peeps: Gaywad, X, BroDufus, Cricket, "Beavis", Moose, and the many urchins of peeps (Hollianna, Scotty, Claire, Brady, Adam.) If it's your day too this month, good on ya.

Aries Horroscope

Sorry, Aries peeps. You know how seriously I take horrorscopes. This being your last day n' stuff, I'd be remiss if I didn't share this most righteous and insightful of admonitions for you.


Get Fuzzy, by Darby Conley

Aw. Sniff. Makes me really miss visiting CarolinaMom and taking P.J. for a walk to check his pee mail, say hi to the cows, and get sideswiped by Sue Bird the cat. All your girls still love you, Peter Joseph McSpaniel.