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You are The Emperor

Stability, power, protection, realization; a great person.

The Emperor is the great authority figure of the Tarot, so it represents
fathers, father-figures and employers. There is a lot of aggression and violence
too.

The Emperor naturally follows the Empress. Like an infant, he is filled with enthuiasm, energy, aggression. He is direct, guileless and all too often irresistible. Unfortunately, like a baby he can also be a tyrant. Impatient, demanding, controlling. In the best of circumstances, he signifies the leader that everyone wants to follow, sitting on a throne that indicates the solid foundation of an Empire he created, loves and rules with intelligence and enthusiasm. But that throne can also be a trap, a responsibility that has the Emperor feeling restless, bored and discontent.

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I've had two seperate discussions in the last week with friends who are having trouble with getting from meeting a woman to actually turning it into something more.  I wrote a little article for them and I'm stashing it here for archival purposes.  I'd be curious as to feedback, especially from the women who read this, I've found most of this to be dead on, but then again it could be the force of my charming personality that makes my advice work for me :)

Soon I'll have to update things a bit more, and maybe get in the habit of posting a bit more often.

Look me, there's three things we need to talk about:

1) You clearly haven't been feeling very good lately.  Probably time to do something about that, perhaps we should think about ingesting less trash?

2) What's with the sudden fascination with spending hours meandering the web reading random items?  Do you not have enough to do?  Because I could make a list for us of things you need to be doing.  One of them is NOT writing LJ posts.

3) I know what you're thinking, and it's a really bad idea.  Just don't even think about it.

I'm glad we got all that in the open, considering everything else is pretty great we just need to work on these three items.  

Love, 
Me

Over the weekend Missi's sort of grandmother* passed away at the ripe old age of 90.  Physically she was a wreck, but mentally sharp as a tack.  It's one of those situations where her quality of life had deteriorated to the point of making her miserable.  Unfortunately for her the aforementioned sharpness meant that she knew exactly how much her body was failing her.  At the opposite end of the spectrum you have my grandmother who at 93 is in pretty good physical shape but frequently mistakes furniture for pets and pets for her family, and not in a charming old lady sort of way.  This has lead to the debate of what's worse?  Staying cognizant of your failing body, or losing it mentally and not really be aware of the indignities of old age?  Personally, I'm going for the heart attack while in a compromising situation with a lady several decades my junior.

Yesterday I'm talking to Missi's sister who says "I just can't believe she's gone, that it happened this quick."  Luckily my first comeback was dampened by my Socially Acceptable Response Generator and I replied "I know, but you know that she hated what was happening to her."  My first response would have been "This quick?  She was 90!  Statistically speaking she had greater odds with each passing morning of not waking up than she did of actually eating her oatmeal!"  Maybe I'm a bit too logical, maybe I'm a callous jerk (seriously, it's been suggested) but how can ANYONE be surprised when a 90 year old dies?  Sure you can be sad, you can miss them terribly, but to express surprise?  


*I'd try to explain what I mean by sort of grandmother, but when I get started on the convolutions of Missi's family I get a headache that requires liberal dosing with alcohol, which leads to more of a headache, which eventually leads to liver failure.