Thursday, May 10, 2007

The Wheel of Fortune

Well, my plastic tubs are almost packed. The wardrobe is full of the detritus of various imaginings of a personal environment. And I'm awaiting a call from the removalists which will confirm my uplift time from Sydney tomorrow.

Over at Nash's blog, I discovered an interesting Tarot Card link. I do the occasional Tarot Card reading, and I was interested to discover which of the cards in the deck I might be - at least according to this little Q&A. I am apparently "The Wheel of Fortune". In JD's deck, I've always been the "Page of Wands".

Whichever it is, it's time to say 'toot toot' Sydney, for now. The computers have to be cold when they get packed and picked up tomorrow morning, so I'm logging off and turning off until some time next week when I will pop up down south ... where Wheels, Wands and Pages will meet, once again, in the city of great hope, excitement and truth.

You are The Wheel of Fortune

Good fortune and happiness but sometimes a species of
intoxication with success

The Wheel of Fortune is all about big things, luck, change, fortune. Almost always good fortune. You are lucky in all things that you do and happy with the things that come to you. Be careful that success does not go to your head however. Sometimes luck can change.

What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.


jd said...

I'm also the Wheel of Fortune, but that does not surprise me!!! The Page must always journey forth and so can not remain a Page forever ... take to your stead and see you soon!!

Snidley Whiplash said...

Well, apparently I'm the sun. Then I revisited and entered every fucked up choice I could imagine and still came up with The Empress.
Polyanna nonsense.

Here's to the first Melbourne post. Please God not from Glen Waverley.


nash said...

Wheel of Fortune, eh? I might've known! Wishing you prosperity in Melbourne...

Quick said...

Hello Geoffrey. Hope you're settling (back) in nicely.

Off topic, but to quote you on my blog a little while ago: "Banish the self-doubt. She'll love it ..."

Just thought I'd let you know that the words she used were "Love the song."

So there you go. Still not sure if anything will come of it (she said she'll be getting back to me in more detail soon), just thought you might like to know your optimism was spot on in this case.

Snidley Whiplash said...

Jesus H. Christ, that's long enough. Unpack your fucking computer and WRITE SOMETHING. If I have to go even one more day with nothing to read but Nash plucking lint from his navel, I'll go completely nuts. Were you killed in a dreadful plane crash on the flight south, or what? COME ON!

Nicholas Pickard said...

Yeah! It's twelve days now... and counting....

metal_petal said...

I'm with them. Write something!!!!

I'm about to be housesitting in Sapphic Semaphore with no access to tha interweb after hours.


Snidley Whiplash said...

Wheel of fucking fortune, wheel of fucking fortune! Check in for news every bloody day, and there's that wheel of fucking boredom looking back at me.

Write something or I'll be forced to hurt you. You've been warned.

Nicholas Pickard said...

You'll be delivery The Art of Destraction the death card before long snidley....

Geoffrey said...

Boys and girls! So much to write about! Sadly, courtesy of our weapon of mass distraction - Telstra - I will not have internet access until sometime after the 6th of June! Bugger! I am borrowing lap-top access from my friends in the meantime, but I can't write at the moment. I'm firing up my business again and loving Melbourne. More as soon as possible! I promise!

metal_petal said...

Starts slow clapping.

But glad to hear you have a decent excuse.

You going to get here in time for the Beasts of Bourbon gig on Fri 15?

Snidley Whiplash said...

Decent excuse, my arse.

No excuse what-so-fucking ever. Internet cafes all over the place in St. Kilda, jam packed with pommie tourists, some of 'em related to the Scottish critic, I'm sure. Knock yourself out, and do it now.

I, for one, refuse to wait until post June 6th.

If you're good, I'll tell you where Juanita Nielson is burried.