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Horoscope for the week of September 23, 1998

You will receive all the recognition you’re ever likely to get when you’re awarded your own star on the Hollywood Walk Of Ineffectuality.


An unfortunate typo in the instruction booklet for your new exercise machine results in your developing rock-hard Abs Of Veal.

Your belief in the omniscience of God will be shaken this week when you happen to see Him lose $78 in a street-corner game of three-card monte.

You will learn a little bit about other cultures this week when Rabbit, a Native American trickster god, drops a 10-ton safe on your head.

Your significant other will suggest that you both see other people. Put mace in the heater vents of his or her car.

Life imitates art this week when you are lucky enough to witness two guys walking into a bar.

Though society has long known the reason for shipping charges, you will gain fame this week when you discover the rationale behind the “handling” charge.

You will have a hell of a time explaining to visiting relatives why you’re being followed by the floating disembodied head of deceased entertainer Warren Oates.

An abrupt lifestyle change will find you joining the skua, sheathbill and killer whale as the newest natural predator of the penguin.

Do not enter the courtyard in the center of the Pentagon. You are a demon, and the courtyard’s five-sided configuration will trap you in its confines for eternity.

Despite what those eggheads in Stockholm say, you will feel no closer to your captors this week than you did at this time last year.

Try not to eat anything containing trinitrotolulene this week. That stuff explodes.