It's written in the stars: NOW's even stupider! Thanks, Rad!Evidently, NOW's latest innovation, a monthly horoscope, failed to thrive after its one and only instalment. Perhaps that was because the author/psychic, whose name I've forgotten, wanted to be paid or some other ridiculous thing. Fortunately, there's always another author author/psychic standing by in the warm up circle.
I know what you're thinking. Will the new columnist match the previous one in the category of stoopid?
The
musings of astrologer "Rob Brezsny" might be marginally less idiotic than those of his predecessor, but he's making up for his deficiency with quantity over quality. Rob's going to cough up his predictions once every week, at least until someone finally pulls the plug on NOW, or it dawns on Rob that he'd be better off distributed through a more credible organ, such as... er, any other medium.
Meanwhile, what is with this acting editor, Rad, and his demented insistance that alt-newspaper readers are crying out for a horoscope feature? What manner of mindless filler content will he discover next? Jumble, That Scambled Word Game? Dining Around the Town with Brett Hallyday?
I know, Rad! There's a fantastic syndicated comic strip from King Features Syndicate called Bringing Up Father. The hepsters and creative class will just love it.