Just a quick post as I run out the door. I tried twittomancy for the first time this morning as I was eating my breakfast. The routine is you click on the everyone tweets and then pick one at random, (eyes closed, no cheating!). Voila- your own twitcookie fortune.
I clicked and got @zombiemanet "What color are the zombies at Hereford."
Well, what to make of that! I looked around to see if there were any zombies in the vicinity. Nope. The cat was sleeping peacefully on his leopard blanket and the yard guy looked normal.
Then I looked down at my breakfast bowl. Oh no, a hereford cow was starting me in the face. I almost choked on a strawberry.
I believe in the law of correspondences- everything is interrelated but this is going too far. Zombies, cows and bran. I'm almost afraid to leave the house. Fortunately I'm only going to the Wedgwood broiler for a martini and a bite. I'll be safe there. The lighting is dim and I can hide in the back of the room. Besides I have a feeling Zombie cows have an innate fear of black naga-hide booths.
© Robin Wendell 2009