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.

According to my search referrers this morning, visitors to my website most want to know:

where to touch and see a monkey; and

where does an ichthyologist work?

The zoo would be my best bet monkey-wise, but, for fish, there are apparently other options.

Friday night’s live show went reasonably well. The general consensus seems to be that audio was terrible (we were competing with Medieval Jousting, among other things) but that the material itself was pretty good and that the actors did a good job. We’ll see how well these sketches translate to the television show, premiering next week. If nothing else, it was an interesting experience, and the audience did seem to laugh.