Uh oh. Got my *coffee-date too. He was talking to me in the gym. I was on the crosstrainer and I can’t remember what he said but I answered him…

“I’m surprised.”

“You are? That’s the second time you said that to me. I guess you can’t figure me out,” he said smugly.

“Yes I can. I can figure you out. I have figured you out,” I said, smiling haughtily.
Continue reading Mercury The Trickster – Episode 4: His Mother Is a Shrink, You Know…

I messed with Scott too. Scott is a high falutin’ pianist. I am of course, a dipshit.

We were hanging out one day… one of those days when you never get out of bed. And we were talking about everything and music came up.

Now granted, Scott is a total connoisseur. However, he is also a fool. The conversation went like this.

“Blah, blah, blah, Paganini,” he said

“Paga-who?” I said.
Continue reading Mercury The Trickster – Episode 3: The Famous Musician, What’s His Face?

The soldier woke up one day in our apartment. I was sitting on the bed. We were both teenagers. 17 and 19. He looked at the clock and he was late.

“Els! It’s 6:07! What are you doing!” He was panicked. “Why didn’t you wake me up! Look at the time.”

“Oh. Well you looked so tired,” I said, all sweet and loving. “You looked too tired to wake up. I don’t think you should go to work today. You’re just too tired for that.”
Continue reading Mercury The Trickster – Episode 2: Want Some Pancakes With That?

I’d be the first to tell you that I am inordinately easy to trick and it happens all the time. It happens on this blog from time to time. Everything that happens in my real life happens on this blog as well so I can give you an example…

Every once in awhile someone comes along and engages me in some way. Perhaps via the comments but generally they contact me via email as well, at least more sophisticated ones do. Who knows what their motive is other than they wish to infiltrate and if ten try at least one of them is liable to have some sort of success and so this is what happens. Contact is made and some sort of relationship is formed.
Continue reading Tricks Of The Neptune Type Under The Pisces Moon

“Why is the soldier wearing a thong?”the soldier said, repeating something Vidroid said when he came across a jockstrap in the laundry.  “Is he wearing a thong? The smart ass.”

“You think he was being a smart ass?” I asked.  He seemed sincere at the time.

“Maybe. He’s a Panizzon, ain’t he?”

I snickered realizing that he was being a smart ass. It’s the family Mars Mercury – We just wanna jostle.

(Vidroid – Mercury conjunct Jupiter in Aries)

It was a great conversation I had with cf perez and we were talking about dialogue, or she was. cf is one of the people out there who can see me clearly. About her Sun in the twelfth, she said, ‘It’s not a great place to have your Sun, right there in the asshole of everything but if you get it working right it can light up some very dark places…” and she always manages to do this for me.

Continue reading Talk, Talk! Come On All You Tricksters – Mercury Types Weigh In

I have Mars conjunct Mercury in my chart and I am going to have violent thoughts…period. Mercury is also a trickster and with Mars involved, hotted up.

A friend of mine has been betrayed, yet again.

“I don’t feel so good,” she said.

“Well yeah. It’s a double stabbing,” I said. “Stabbed in the back not once, but twice.”

“I am going to do this and this,” she said. It was all very passive, covert stuff.

“Oh yeah? I think I’d be going in there with a chainsaw, if it were me,” I said with a snort.

She laughed slightly and explained why she wasn’t going to do that.

“Yeah, I know. Well you’re not me. And I wouldn’t do that anyway, but I would sure have the impulse.”

Later more of the story unfolded…

“Okay, never mind the chainsaw. I don’t think I would want to get that close to these people. How about we just firebomb them from afar?”

I snorted and she laughed.

“Or you could just kill yourself,” I said to be a distraction. She counts on me for this, it’s why she calls. Comic relief. “Point is, I would be doing whatever I had to do to get these people out of my life. I’m going crazy just hearing about them. Good thing I’m not a Pisces because that’s exactly what I’d do if the things that happen to you, happened to me. I would just have to escape. I’m sorry, that’s all. Sorry this happens to you and glad you have a way to cope because I don’t think I could. My skin crawls off my body just standing next to people that stupid. I think you’re a hero with your tolerance and transcendence. It’s mindboggling how you can do it and you can do it.”

“Yeah.”

If you find yourself in the midst of a hornet’s nest, how do you escape?

We were in the doctor’s office waiting for my daughter to have her EKG. She was sitting on the exam table, I was sitting in a chair. It had been awhile so deciding to relax, I kicked off my sandals, and propped my feet on the table. My daughter laughed and started rubbing them which she never does.

“Does the soldier rub your feet like this, Mom?”

“No, I rub his.”

“You do?” she said with her eyes wide.

“Yeah.”

“Ooooh. Are they blown up and scorched from the war?” she asked.

“What?”

“Are his feet blown up and scorched from the war, I asked you.”

I stared at her. “You’re too fast for me, honey. I don’t even know if you’re kidding but no. His feet are normal with no scorch marks or missing bits that I’ve noticed.”

“Okay, good. Whew!” she said with a devilish grin.

I am pretty sure she was jerking my chain but you never know.

The height of cleverness is to be able to conceal it.
– Francois de La Rochefoucauld

The soldier and I on the phone. He was talking about something, I don’t remember what.

“Well, you’re the smart one,” I said.

“Right. And what’s that make you? The dumb one?” He laughed.

“Yep. I like you thinking that. I want you convinced,” I said. “That way I can disavow responsibility if something goes wrong. If anything bad happens, it can be your fault. Well gee. How did you let that happen? Smart as you are you should have seen that coming. How do you think you missed…”

“Who is it you think you’re talking to?” he asked, interrupting.

“Er… the smart one.”