Happy Post (all hail Scorpios)

Many of my favourite people are born now. So Happy Birthday to Megan, Jowita, Holly and Aylin.
(I know Jowita isn't a scorpio but she really should be).
I love them because they support and condone all my bad behaviour and never say 'I told you so' . And they are smart and funny and glamorous.
I wish they lived in London
I leave you with our biggest fan, Rob Brezsney
(from the archives)

You know what you remind me of lately, Scorpio? You're like gourmet sea salt that has been hand-harvested on a warm, breezy afternoon in late summer from a pristine marsh in Brittany. You are, in other words, raw and elegant; you're primal and pure; you're a basic necessity but exquisitely unique. I trust that you will share your funky sublimity only with those who treat you as both a valuable spice and an essential condiment. (feb 20, 2003)


Omigod. How much longer can you wrestle with the confounding angel? How much more melodrama can you wade through without seeking refuge as a daytime TV junkie, your curtains drawn and empty cookie packages accumulating on the floor? Will there ever be an end to the soul-boggling, gut-jiggling education? In lieu of hazarding a guess at these questions, Scorpio, I'll remind you of the vow you took before you were born: "My elixir of life will never taste like sugar water, but will always be a blend of at least 77 mouth-watering, high-potency, profanely sacred ingredients!"
(oct 10, 2002)