[SAJ]

Wouldn't be surprised at all. Right after college (X years ago, sigh), I dated 3 ''journalists'' right in sequence. Two of 'em, absolutely first thing in the morning, the coffee not yet percolated, simply HAD to read their daily horoscopes in the local rag.

And were NOT amused when yr hmbl srvnt poked considerable fun. I went so far once as to get a freshly slaughtered chicken from a nearby farm and asked one of these ladies if she'd read its entrails for me. (This was, in retrospect, not the wisest of moves; cleaning up thrown chicken guts is incredibly tedious...)

:^)

[Constantine XIII]

^^ ROFL!