Saturday, December 31, 2005

Let's consult the stars...


Oh, Madame Mysterio, what does 2006 hold for us?

On a visit to Myrtle Beach, South Carolina, last Summer, I discovered an abandoned fortune-telling machine and decided it was the creepiest thing I've ever seen. The wig on the fortune-teller had slid forwards, obscuring her face. Her hand rests on her crystal ball, as if she's calling forth some otherworldly force, and her other hand ominously points to a tarot card.

Does anyone know the meaning of this reading? I'm almost scared to know...

...and no, I didn't make a wish and suddenly wake up as Tom Hanks the next morning. Although I have run away to New York, I have not miraculously been hired to work at a children's toy manufacturing company. However, I am working on an animated Barbie movie! Coincidence...?