"I don't believe in astrology; I'm a Sagittarius and we're skeptical." - Arthur C. Clarke
If you read your weekly horoscope - as I most certainly do not; typical Libran, far too level-headed to believe such a complete pile o' crap - you may have noticed that your star sign has changed this week. You might even have been an Ophiuchus all along, a 'serpent slayer' no less, and you would never have known it if you were born between 29 November - 17 December.
I may be on the wrong side of 50 but I can still recall a previous attempt at adding not one but two new zodiac signs: Ophiuchus, and Cetus the whale, which, my spies tell me, are the only two Zodiac constellations not recognised as star signs. This was as far back as 1970, proposed by Steven Schmidt (typical bloody Cancerian, can't leave anything alone) in his book Astrology 14, and I can even remember reading this article in my old man's Time magazine, now reproduced online, when I was just 10 years old.
So I'm now a Virgo, apparently. Whatever. Worse pay, better hours.
I may be on the wrong side of 50 but I can still recall a previous attempt at adding not one but two new zodiac signs: Ophiuchus, and Cetus the whale, which, my spies tell me, are the only two Zodiac constellations not recognised as star signs. This was as far back as 1970, proposed by Steven Schmidt (typical bloody Cancerian, can't leave anything alone) in his book Astrology 14, and I can even remember reading this article in my old man's Time magazine, now reproduced online, when I was just 10 years old.
So I'm now a Virgo, apparently. Whatever. Worse pay, better hours.