As I’ve mentioned before, I write weekly joke horoscopes for the Monty Python Society newsletter. Because coming up with twelve new ones every week isn’t always easy, I’ve taken to reading the “real” horoscopes every day. They are about as bad as you might expect them to be, often worse. The ones in the local paper, cobbled together by Jacqueline Bigar, are especially bad, although often amusingly so. (One of her horoscopes, “The unexpected occurs when you least expect it,” is actually taped to the front of my monitor.)
But I’m not quite sure what to make of this one for Pisces from today: Let others be the brainchildren.
What does that even mean? “Children of the Brains”? It sounds like a bad hippie zombie movie.