tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1920735190919303985.post-32737864764238621662007-07-20T11:01:00.000-04:002007-07-20T11:07:41.831-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/ligans/ecards/sanrio/capricorn.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/ligans/ecards/sanrio/capricorn.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a>I love language, as you'll know from <a href="http://awesomeitude.blogspot.com/2007/06/englishitude-peak-pique-and-peek.html">this post</a>, but when I came across this prose, I had to show it off as a great example of WTF:<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"With physical Mars now in earthy Taurus, as he receives a blast from Uranus the Awakener, you Goats are primed and ready for action."<br /><br /></span>Proofreading is your friend. People expect horoscopes to be kooky (I keep this on <a href="http://awesomeitude.blogspot.com/2007/06/hackitude-igoogle.html">my iGoogle</a> just for<a href="http://karengeier.blogspot.com/"> Esses and Gees)</a> but this may be a bridge too far.<span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1920735190919303985-3273786476423862166?l=awesomeitude.blogspot.com%2Findex.html' alt='' /></div>Hotseathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13653571380426378784noreply@blogger.com1